Pick your swim team

"Alright then," you smirk, stepping away from Hannah. "So you want to be on my elite swim team?"

"Baby, I'm gonna be the fucking captain," coos Sasha, as the rest of the girls nod keenly.

"I'll be the judge of that," you admonish, and Sasha's seductive grin falters. However, it quickly returns as you order her to come closer to you. You seize one of her legs and lift it out of the water, running your hand along its length, feeling every detail of Sasha's taut muscles and frictionless skin.

"Not bad," you comment, sliding up her creamy thigh, grazing her wet pussy on your way to cup her wide hips which curve into her narrow yet strong waist. "Strong, supple..." one hand grabs a soft tit, whilst the other explores her muscled back. "And very well-shaped," you finish.

Sasha places a hand on your shoulder. "Aren't you forgetting 'talented'?"

Pulling herself in, the bombshell blonde presses her pink lips against yours, kissing you with restrained, almost professional passion. Her tongue is elegant and sensual as it slips into your mouth, and you can't tell whether a minute passes or an hour before you finally break apart for breath.

You take a moment to steady yourself. The rest of the girls are clustered around you, clamouring to be the next to be inspected. In the other half of the pool, the boys are still swimming lengths, oblivious to the sex going on just metres away.

"Sasha's set a high bar for you all," you tell the girls, pushing your wet hair back with a hand. "Who's next?"

A petite brunette is the next to come forwards, her breath trembling as your fingers glide over her legs. She's thin but strong, though as your hands cup her butt and her tits, you are sadly disappointed. "Too flat, and you may be pretty but I'm afraid I don't think you have the stamina to make the team."

Martha is next, and as you lift one of her calves out of the water, you're impressed by her length. Before your self-induced growth spurt, the mixed-race girl towered over you, and most of that was in her strong yet lithe legs. As your hands move up to her wide hips and prominent six-pack, she hooks a leg around your waist, her mouth mere inches from yours. "Strong," you say appreciatively. "Well-proportioned." Her tits are large and perky, even in proportion to her tall frame. "And, essential for any good swimmer: sexy." Martha takes her cue and kisses you deeply, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulls you into a full-body embrace.

One-by-one, you gradually inspect the rest of the dozen-or-so girls vying for a place in the swim team. Before you discovered the full extent of your powers, you would probably have been glad to count any one of them as your girlfriend. Now, however, you found that half of them didn't have the first idea about being sexy, although every one of them was passionate enough to compensate. Eventually, you've felt every part of every girl, and are ready to select your team.