Day Two - Riley <3 France

You wake up and roll over in embarrassment, pushing your face into your pillow.

You can't believe what happened last night. It is beyond crazy. The photo, what you saw, and finally what Amelie, the French coach did to you.

She treated you like furniture and controlled you completely and then got you off. Your legs were so shaky that you barely made it back to the cabin.

What kind of succubus is she? And what is wrong with you?

Your cock is engorged and sensitive, your normal morning wood times two. Lying there with it pressed against the bedsheets makes you tingle. You keep your face buried and quietly shift your hips, rubbing your member on the bed. You are so sensitive, and so turned on by the memory of Amelie. The feel of her foot and the sight of her goddess body.

You bite the pillow and spill semen all over your sheets in silence. You have to reach down to that sticky mess in your panties and milk it to get it all out.

You have to hurry to throw your sheets in the wash and clean up before the other girls start to wake.

As you tiptoe to the bathroom, you stop and look at Julieta, sleeping peacefully in her bed. You know nothing about her. She's 19 years old. She's from France. She is an excellent defender despite her small size, and she used to be an attacker.

And her coach spanks her until she orgasms.

You clean up and get dressed. The other girls wake up, and you all file out to go for your morning run. Angela, the Swedish coach is supposed to lead the run, but she isn't the one who shows up to do it.

It's Amelie. The French coach wears yoga pants make you dizzy and a tight tanktop with no bra.

It has to be on purpose. Your erection returns, even stronger, and you have to run fast to stay ahead so no one sees it. It hurts to run while you're this hard, but Amelie doesn't let you catch her. She forces you to stare at her ass and huge, bouncing breasts for the whole mile.

At the end you are covered in sweat and so is she.

Next is yoga inside, which Amelie leads. Before starting, she apologizes to all the girls for getting sweaty. You watch in horror as, in front of everyone gathered, she takes off her yoga pants to reveal her panties. At least it's not a thong or something really lacy and sexy, but even sensible athleisure panties are hot to you.

She leads the whole session like that, in just sweaty panties and a tanktop, doing each motion with painful slowness and showing off her every curve. The worst is when her back is arched and she has one leg forward, stretching her panties and making them ride up.

It's hard to do yoga and hide an erection at the same time. You want to flee to the bathroom, but you can't take your eyes off her.

When it's over and you have your towel in your hands, conveniently hiding your crotch, she points to you and summons you with a curled finger.

The other girls are leaving, but Julieta stays. Amelie waits until the others are all gone, and you try to do anything but stare at her.

Julieta isn't nervous at all.

"Riley," Amelie says. It's like her French accent is caressing your cock. You keep the towel where it is.

"Yes," you say.

Amelie says something Julieta in French, and the smaller girl looks at you in surprise. What is she telling her? What happened last night?

The French coach says something else, and Amelie looks down toward you crotch!

She just told her you have a penis! No way.

Julieta looks intrigued.

"Do you like training?" Amelie asks you.

She doesn't mean training. She is asking if you liked what you saw last night and what she did to you.

"Yes," you reply uncertainly.

"Would you like to become a better athlete?" Amelie asks.

"Definitely." It took courage to say.

She looks you up and down.

"You touched yourself this morning," she says.

"What?" How does she know that?

"You as well," she murmurs to Julieta, who turns pink. "You know better."

She probably does, but Julieta likes getting spanked. Of course she'll do things she isn't supposed to. Is that how it works? You don't know. You can't think straight when you're standing this close to a half-naked Amelie.

The French coach says something in French.

Julieta starts taking off her t-shirt, and you look around in panic. There are people in this building. The door is wide open. Someone could walk past. Is Amelie wanting to do something kinky right here and right now?

You watch as Julieta takes off her sports bra, revealing her nude torso. Her boobs are small, but they're still boobs. You stare, but Julieta puts her shirt back on and hands her bra to Amelie.

Then they both look at you.

"What? You want mine?" Why would Amelie want your sweaty bra?

Embarrassed, you take off your shirt, remove your bra, and hand it over, then cover up again.

Oh no. Julieta his sliding her shorts down her legs, and her panties with them. She steps out of them and hands her panties over. You feel so much fear that you don't notice Julieta naked from the waist down.

Amelie takes the panties from her and looks at you as Julieta pulls her shorts back on.

You agonize for a minute then drop your towel and embarassedly take your shorts off. Your cock springs free and bounces. Julieta looks shocked. You hand your black boyshorts to Amelie, and quickly dress again.

"You may go," she says.