Lifesaving and life altering

My CFNM experiences started when I was 19 at a private pool up in the Bernardsville Mountains in New Jersey. The owner was a very rich widow who vacationed in Colorado each summer, and let the Red Cross use her pool for classes. I was co-instructing a Water Safety Instructor class from 5 to 8 each evening for four weeks, the last class to be held each day at the pool. At 19 having just become a WSI, the chapter wouldn’t allow me to teach the class alone so I had a co-instructor, Anne, who was about 15 years older. She always was toying with my discomfort around her. She would tell risqué jokes, touch my arm and legs as we sat through paperwork, or pat me on the ass as she walked behind me on the pool deck. I often fantasized about her, and wasn't as sure of myself as I should have been. The class was 7 women. 3 of the students were girls I knew and were friends with from High School. One day, I was portraying a drowning victim in the water, and when one of the students got close, I went to grab her around the neck. She was supposed to perform a release, but she panicked, and kicked with her feet. Her foot caught my swim trunks and tore them to shreds. I wound up naked as a jay bird. I asked Anne to get me a towel. She started for one, then stopped and seemed to think about something. As if caught in a dilemma, she stood still for a moment, then Anne put her clipboard down, and asked the others for a vote. Did they want her to give me a towel or should I spend the rest of the class as is. They all wanted me to stay nude for the rest of the class, and every other class after that. I protested, but Anne told me to get out of the pool in a very stern voice. I did, and covered myself with my hands. She walked up, and stood in front of me. I didn’t know what to expect, but was totally shocked when she reached for my shoulders, and pulled me into a hug. Anne whispered into my ear a short apology, and told me she knew how embarrassing this must be. She said that she enjoyed seeing me nude, and that it was a little exciting for her too. Then she did the most amazing thing. She asked me to hug her too, and then she proceeded to kiss me on the eyes, on my cheeks, and finally on the lips. I could feel my cock growing between us, but by then I was beginning a trip to heaven and really didn’t care. Anne opened her mouth, and slid her tongue across my lips and into my mouth as my lips parted to join her in our tongue play. I felt her hands move from my face to my back, and then down onto my ass, and she played with my cheeks for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes. I started to move my hands to her rump, but she stopped me. She stopped kissing me, and moved her mouth to my ear to whisper that she wanted me to have good memories of this. Anne then began to suck on my earlobe. By now I was fully engorged and hard as a rock. I’m sure she felt my woody between us as it almost hurt I was so hard. While still sucking on my ear, she separated her hips from me, and took my cock in her hand, and stroked me a few times. Anne parted herself from me completely, still gripping my rock hard erection, and took a good long look at the prick in her hand. She said that I was longer than her ex-husband’s and much thicker as well. She announced to the class, that this was a treasure for them all to enjoy. She asked the others if anyone else would like to touch the class mascot, “The Rod.” The older women, each in their mid to late twenties, came to me in turn, and gripped my meat, some giving me masturbating strokes, and giving me a kiss. My High School classmates came last. Martha was first, and set the tone. She gave me a long warm and deep kiss while holding my cock, and then bent over and kissed me on the head very gently. Gina and Lisa did the same as Martha, only Lisa ran her tongue around my crown and sucked gently on the tip while exploring my pee hole with her tongue.Anne had all the women stand in a semi-circle in front of me. To a woman, I could see their nipples poking at their suits. It was the most exciting scene I had ever been lucky enough to be a part of, and the thought of those 8 women staring at my cock and being excited, drove me to heights of excitement that I had never experienced before. Lisa’s suit was thinner than the others, and I could see her vulva was beginning to swell. She must have sensed it, so she placed her hands in front of her crotch. I could see she was gently massaging her pussy lips. To a round of disappointed “oh’s” Anne told them that there would be no sex play during class. They could all enjoy looking at me, occasionally touching me, but no sex. They all agreed. She let me know that if I needed a break to go into the bath house, they would wait for me. Martha asked if I needed company, but I didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere by removing myself from the stares of these beauties. As much as I would have loved Martha to help me relieve the pressure on my balls, I said that if they didn’t mind me having a hard-on, I was okay with it too. They all laughed, and Anne said that she couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening than me with my hard cock waving in the breeze. She reminded us that we only had the pool for a certain amount of time and that we had to get back to work. So, we started the class back up. There was a lot more touching from then on, and even some times when one or another would get a good grip on my cock and tug a little. Incidental touching of my cock and ass, and my touching of tits, pussy and ass became the norm, and I loved every minute of every class. None of them ever got naked with me during class, but they seemed to have agreed on a schedule, because each day someone would need to stay late to practice after class. Five days a week, for four weeks I had a fantasy come true. Suffice it to say I never went home with blue balls.