WVC Ch. 30: Training 04

"And keeping this extraordinary penis firmly erect. Let's see how well you do as I cum."

Punctuating her comment, she jammed her dildo back into my rectum and ground her hips against mine. Her sudden thrust sent my pelvis lurching forward and my leaking cockhead farther between Erika's lips. Immediately, my trainer jerked her head back and rapped the shiny tip of my rounded bulb with the crop. I winced, but there was nowhere to turn to escape. It was the first of many as Erika started to hit me just a little harder with each stroke, gripping my rigid cock and holding it high, directing the black leather squarely on the seeping hole. Picking up her pace, Mistress Shannon began a series of short, sharp jabs with her rubber dick, keeping me leaning against the restraints, arching my back and testing the very limit of how far I could stretch.

With a last pinch of my nipples, Mistress Carolyn released her grasp and quickly crossed to the equipment table, her rounded ass cheeks jiggling with her steps. I was too involved with the treatment I was getting to see what she retrieved, but when she returned snapping another leather crop against her black boots, I knew she wasn't finished with me yet either.

With her grunts becoming louder in my ear, I could tell that Mistress Shannon was getting close as she plowed my ass. My own breath was growing ragged as the girl between my thighs kept smacking the purplish cockhead. And then she stopped, waiting for Mistress Carolyn to get in position. Once the blonde mistress stood next to Erika and bent over to take the stiffened bud of my right nipple between her lips, the kneeling girl ran her tight fist down, and then up the length of my hard-on. She did it a second time, pumping my dripping cock as Mistress Carolyn swirled her tongue around the rigid tip, bathing my eager nub with her saliva.

After a long minute, the tall blonde let it slip out of her mouth and leaned across my chest, obscuring my vision of Erika kneeling between my feet, slowly jacking my leaking hard-on. Mistress Carolyn repeated the process with my other nipple, sliding her wet lips over the tender button and sucking it firmly erect. As she twirled her tongue around the tip, coaxing it into a state of eager excitement, I felt my trainer capture my straining bulb between her soft lips and begin to nurse on the rounded end, drinking the steady flow of fluid her pumping fist was drawing up my stalk.

With Mistress Shannon hovering on the edge of her climax, her hip thrusts had become smaller, intimate pulses as she rubbed her pussy against the inside of the dildo's harness. Relaxing into the rhythm the three women set, I thought that maybe, just maybe that they really wanted me to erupt in Erika's willing mouth. The kneeling girl dipped the tip of her tongue into my gaping cockslit, scooping up the last of my most recent dollop of lubricating fluid, and then she squeezed and pumped, trying to cajole another drop to emerge.

So I was quite surprised when Mistress Carolyn suddenly nipped the end of my stiff nipple between her teeth. I yelped and instinctively tried to twist away, but trapped between Mistress Shannon and the younger brunette on the floor, I had no place to go. Pulling her head back, Erika held my heavily veined shaft steady, aiming it up toward the ceiling as she began to rain a series of sharp smacks directly on my seeping cockhole. Mistress Carolyn also lifted her head up and seized the slippery button of my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Pinching firmly, she tugged it out away from my chest, stretching the skin and started to rap the sensitive tip with her leather crop. I gasped at the searing pain, writhing against the restraints, trying desperately to evade those relentless whip strokes.

As she grew more urgent, the mistress behind me let go of the base of my cockshaft so she could grip my hips with both hands. With her heavy breathing whistling in my ear, her stabbing thrusts into my rectum became more savage, finishing with a sensuous grinding at the end of each stroke as she tried to cum. Glancing up briefly, Erika flashed me a wicked grin, her dark blue eyes gleaming. With Mistress Shannon's hand gone, she could run her fist all the way down my throbbing stalk until it pressed firmly against my pubic bone. Never halting the rhythmic tattoo she was delivering to my oozing cockhead, she picked up the pace, openly pumping my dripping erection, jacking me off into the stinging leather of the riding crop.

"Uh. Uh. Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!'

Bucking violently, Mistress Shannon shot over the edge. With her hips flailing against my ass, her cries filled my ear as she squeezed the sides of my hips, giving herself completely over to her orgasm. The other two didn't stop. Erika kept smacking my flaming knob as she posted up and down, the constant flow of juice out of my cockslit making the pulsing shaft slippery in her grasp. Switching sides once more, Mistress Carolyn thrashed my other nipple, making certain that the black leather landed squarely on the very tip of my tender button.

Dizzy and lightheaded, I felt faint as the tremendous climax that racked Mistress Shannon finally began to subside. Gasping for air, she slowly withdrew her rubber phallus, a muffled sucking sound barely audible as it emerged from my ass. Cool air rushed in, and I shivered, suddenly feeling empty. Mixed emotions swept over me, and even with the two women still working me over, I knew that I would never be the same. The tears streaming down my face were for another reason this time.

Abruptly, Mistress Carolyn released my flaming nipple, ducking her head to take first one and then the other between her lips, soothing them with her saliva. Erika followed suit, dropping the riding crop so she could curl both hands around the root of my throbbing stalk. Leaning closer, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick my tortured cockhead, much like a cat caring for her young. After bathing the blazing skin with her spit, she spread her lips wider and swallowed the entire bulb, soft mewing sounds coming from her throat. Sliding one hand lower, the kneeling girl reached between my parted thighs and cupped my swollen balls in the palm of her hand as Mistress Shannon made her way around to my front. Watching in the mirror, I was surprised to see her gait her gait uneven and her legs a little wobbly. With her pale dildo waving between her legs, she stopped in front of me and gripped it around the base.

"Take a look, Bill. This is what was deep inside of you."

It glistened in the light, looking much smaller that it felt. Almost with clinical detachment, I examined the rounded knob, expecting to see blood, but not finding a drop anywhere. I guess the Club members had done an excellent job in stretching me in preparation.

Erika continued to slurp on my engorged cockhead. Still fondling her own cock, Mistress Shannon rested her hand on my trainer's shoulder.

"How's he doing?"

In order to answer, my trainer had to pull her head back, uncovering my purplish bulb, shiny and wet as it gleamed wetly in the overhead lights. Holding my trembling hard-on high for inspection, she glanced up the brunette mistress, grinning.

"Looks good to me."

Once she let my rigid nipple slip from her mouth, Mistress Carolyn looked down and agreed.

"Umm. I'll bet he tastes just as good as he looks."

Nodding sagely, Mistress Shannon released Erika's shoulder and brushed aside the glittering chains draped across her chest to cup one rounded breast, tweaking the excited nub as she asked.

"And his balls?"

Jiggling them lightly in her palm, my trainer's smile grew wide.

"Fat and heavy, bloated with his cream. He's ready to ejaculate."

"Let him go."

Without any hesitation, Erika released my cock and balls, sitting back on her heels as the swollen shaft bobbed heavily up and down. With the three women watching closely, it finally came to a jerking, twitching halt, pointing directly at the kneeling girl's pretty face. Without a word, the brunette mistress ran her fingertips lightly up and down my thick shaft, tracing the pulsing veins that lined the sides before she reached under me and grasped my balls. After casually bouncing them in her hand, she gently squeezed, just enough to make me gasp. And then she let go.

Stepping around my trainer, Mistress Shannon crouched between my open legs and studied the quivering tip of my hard-on. Slowly, she raised one hand, wrapped it around the base of my shaft and squeezed. Immediately, the slit at the very end yawned wide, yielding a single glistening drop of fluid. Watching closely as it swelled, the brunette deliberately pumped my rigid pole and drew out more juice. As the clear fluid began to drip from my gaping cockhole, she let go, examining the silvery strand as it fell in slow motion down toward the floor below. Once it snapped in two and plopped between my tethered feet, she nodded and stood up. Pulling her head back, she smiled. Behind the leather mask, there was a sparkle in her green eyes I'd never seen before.

"He's ready.'

Glancing down at my trembling hard-on just in time to see another gleaming thread of begin the leisurely descent to the floor, she nodded again.

'Definitely."

Meeting my gaze once more, she added.

"We'll see you next week."

Careful to avoid the dripping pole as it jutted out between my thighs, she leaned over and gave my cheek a long lick. Then she spun on her heels and strode to the back of the room, disappearing behind the curtain. Mistress Carolyn joined her, leaving my trainer to extricate me from the restraints. Silently, Erika unfastened the ankle cuffs from the frame first, leaving them attached to my legs. As she stretched up on her toes to release my wrists, I admired the firm globes that flattened inside the black leather straps of her teddy, my stiff cock jerking higher in appreciation. She didn't notice.

Once I was freed from the wooden structure, I immediately started to stamp my tingling feet and swing my bent arms in a circle. As I tried to get the blood circulating back into my numbed muscles, the vigorous exercise sent my raging erection swinging violently back and forth. Erika stood watching, an amused smile spreading across her face.

"Your penis is still leaking."

When I glanced down, I saw she was right. As my stiff pole came to a twitching halt, another spidery strand of fluid was stretching down from the end of my dripping cockhead, slowly swaying as it lengthened toward the floor. With her eyes fastened on my throbbing hard-on, she asked.

"It looks like the slightest touch would cause an explosion. Are going to be all right getting back to your dorm?"

I shrugged, trying not to stare at her magnificent breasts as they poked through the leather straps of her teddy, riding high and proud on her chest, the reddish brown nipples firmly erect.

"I've made it this far. I'm not going to blow my chances of getting into the Club now."

The gorgeous brunette looked dubious, raising her dark blue eyes to meet my gaze.

"Wait for me upstairs. I'll walk you back to your dorm."

I didn't argue, turning on my heel to leave. With my rigid pole leading the way, I exited, pausing to retrieve my robe from the hook outside the playroom door. Not bothering to put it on, I headed upstairs to get dressed. As usual, stuffing my hard-on into the tight shorts proved a daunting task, but I managed, zipping them carefully over the swollen bulge. Erika hadn't appeared yet, so I sat down to wait. After several minutes, I heard the clicking of her boots echo along the hallway, but she didn't walk through door. Instead, she must have ducked into another room to change since she strolled into the front room a few minutes later wearing sandals, a loose pair of pale colored shorts, and a stylish blouse while carrying a medium sized duffle bag.

"Ready?"

I nodded and stood up, shoving my leather collar into my pocket. She glanced down at the straining fabric of my shorts, making no move toward the front door.

"It looks like your penis is still hard."

Although my earlier erection had mostly subsided, my cock remained thick and full, pressing against the front of my shorts. I could feel the beginning of a blush start to creep up my neck.

"Umm. Not really."

The stunning brunette studied it for another moment before resolutely stepping closer. Reaching down, she grasped my stalk through the cotton, squeezing experimentally. As she continued to fondle me, she remarked.

"I can't always tell when you're aroused. Your penis is too big."

Under her deft manipulation, my cock started to lengthen and swell, filling her hand. Rubbing her hand up and down the full length of my growing pole, she felt it engorge under her steady strokes.

"Ahhh. Now you're hard."

Without lifting her gaze, she asked.

"Didn't you forget something downstairs?"

Puzzled, I shook my head.

"I don't know. I don't think so."

Finally raising her eyes, she held up my display suit with her free hand. A smirk appeared on her face as she cupped the rounded knob of my swollen cockhead.

"I think you might need this. And then again -"

With a quick squeeze, she giggled and completed her thought.

"Maybe not."

Snatching the small harness from her hand, I felt a flush spread across my face as I stuffed it into my pocket along with the leather collar. Smiling broadly, she gave my now fully erect cock a second squeeze and let go. Turning to go, she swung her bag over her shoulder and sauntered toward the front door. Awkwardly, I followed as the stiff log in my shorts made it bit difficult to walk. Locking the door behind us, we headed up the street toward campus. After a few minutes of silence, I ventured a question.

"From what Mistress Shannon said, it sounded like my training is almost over."

I tried not to appear too hopeful, but I don't think I succeeded.

"Yep. Taking her cock is the last step before the final training session. It was the same for all of us."

"Really?"

I stopped in the middle of the walkway. I'd been so involved with my own experience, I hadn't even thought about the other Club members.

"It was like that for you? And for the other girls too?"

With a sly smile, she nodded.

"Jordan argued that she shouldn't have to follow the same path as everyone else. She nearly quit the Club over that."

"Really?"

My estimation of the gorgeous redhead went up a notch. Who knew she was that feisty? While I was still mulling that over, Erika glanced down at the swollen bulge between my legs. When she looked up, there was a definite twinkle in her blue eyes.

"You'll enjoy it, trust me."

She took my arm as we continued onto the campus. A couple of silent minutes went by before I got up the nerve to ask.

"Will I get to cum?"

She giggled.

"Oh yeah."

Stopping in her tracks, Erika turned to me, the twin globes of her chest pressing against my arm through her tailored blouse.

"I can't tell you anymore, but it will be worth all you've gone through."

She paused, a broad smile on her pretty face.

"You won't regret it, I promise."

Pointing behind me, she continued.

"We're at the Sigma house and I'm running a little late. Will you be all right the rest of the way?"

"Sure. I'll see you later."

"Yes. You will."

She hesitated for a brief moment and a strange look crossed her face. Quickly, she grabbed my shoulders and gave my cheek a tender lick.

"Good night, Bill."

And then she was gone, scampering up the steps with her shapely hips swaying back and forth. I heaved a sigh and continued across the darkened campus to my dorm. Once I arrived at the residence hall, I jammed both hands in my pockets to obscure my residual hard-on, and headed upstairs. I thought I was in for a quiet evening when I reached my floor, until I spotted a statuesque figure lounging in the hallway outside my room.

It was Chandra.