To the lockers once more

“Excellent job today class! You had better hustle today than I’ve seen in a while. Guess having a hot piece of eye candy around really motivated you girls to do your best!” Coach Diana says, most of the girls giving you teasing looks at her comment. “Now, hit the showers and get changed! Looks like our little stallion got cum stains on most of your gym clothes, so I’m gonna have to get those washed for tomorrow.”

Looking around you see that Coach Diana appears to be right, as you can see stains across several of the women’s pristine white gym shirts, some from them wiping off their hands and others from you bumping into them. For some reason the idea that you’ve spread yourself onto so many women only increases your arousal.

Speaking of which, your dick is actually starting to hurt just from getting erect so many times in such a short amount of time. Your many orgasms of the morning combined with being edged several times over the past hour, your climax at the hands of Coach Diana, and your sexy sit-ups with Samantha, has your pleasure burning so hot that your cock seems to be radiating heat. Even the breeze of the air conditioning blowing over your dick makes it twitch more and more. Your balls are heavy, and the pressure of your semen building up again has your precum flowing like a gentle faucet. If you don’t finish soon, your body might just cum all by itself.

Yet despite your body’s begging you still can’t seem to find release. As the women slowly start to filter back towards the locker room, it’s almost as if they know you’re close. They just barely graze your dick with a finger or two as you stand still in delirium. Some decide to play it safe and run their hands down your chest, while others take the alternative approach of gently grasping your balls and ass. Eventually you're left standing alone in the gym, save for Coach Diana.

“As much as I wish I could keep you here with me all day, I’m afraid you’ll have to go and clean up too.” She says, eyes never leaving your crotch.

“There… wouldn’t happen to be a private shower I could use, would there?” You ask, not sure what exactly awaits you in the locker room.

“Hmm…” Coach Diana seems to think for a moment. “I could always take you to the staff shower with me. But just so you know, I keep it hot and steamy when I bathe,” she says. Part of you starts to consider it, but you know if you do that she’s almost certain to go for “Round 2,” and that might wipe you out for the rest of the day.

“T-that’s fine,” you manage to stutter out, to which your Coach appears to pout.

“Hmph. Well, if you ever change your mind, the offer is always open. You did great today, and I’m always open for a little private training” She says, before walking right up to you. She just barely grasps your dick, while leaning her head up to your ear. “Always.”

She gives you the slowest stroke imaginable, torturously keeping you away from an orgasm. She slides her hand all the way until it slips from the tip, letting your dick bounce once more.

“Best hurry, Heath. The longer you wait the more anxious those ladies will get.” She says, before lightly shoving you towards the lockers.