Amelia's turn

"Did nothing wrong" I muttered to myself. "Why should I care?" I ask myself again. After experiencing the thrill of **** a girl for the first time I want more. And if the universe gave me such an opportunity t would be rude to deny it.

"Amelia," I said approaching the girl who just got out of the pool, water falling down her gorgeous voluptuous body. "I want to discuss something in my office. Don't spend too much time in the dressing room

She looks slightly confused but nods with a smile, "Sure, coach!" If only she knew my plans... I watch her going into the dressing room and openly ogle her ass, which is almost as good as her perfect tits. It is gonna be fun.

Ten minutes later she comes into my office. Today, she is wearing a black T-shirt that makes her boobs look even bigger than they really are. Her hair is tied up and is wet from the shower. Being a good girl she was so eager to come to me early that didn't properly dry it.

"So," I begin, looking straight at her face. My boner is growing already" Do you know what I want to discuss?"

"No coach." She says with a warm smile of hers. For a moment, for a brief moment, her warm tone makes me reconsider my plans.

"It is about your breathing technique," I start matching her warm tone. "It hadn't improved at all. Even during training sessions. it isn't ideal. But during an actual competition, under stress, it collapses. You can't win anything breathing like this!."

"Coach..." She starts, obviously worried about being reprimanded by me. "I'm sorry. I tried everything, even yoga, It is just something in my subconscious"

"Don't worry, it is fine. I found a solution." I can't stop myself from grinning and her eyes widen seeing my facial expression "You just need more experience with situations that are both stressful and make breathing hard."

"What do you mean, coach?" She feels that something is off and the first hints of concern appear on her young face.

"I'll start **** your face whenever I please. It fits both criteria and should be perfect for your training." My grin goes even wider, I am in a pervert's heaven and I am quickly becoming one.

Her mouth forms a cute O shape as she is experiencing shock, confusion, and disbelief. It is as if she is already creating an opening for my dick to violate her throat. "It isn't funny, coach..."

"No, it isn't funny. **** never is." I say and, without any warning, slap her hard enough to make her fall on the floor. Her athletic body collapses on the ground, ****. Who knew that she is such a glassjaw? Or, perhaps, she passed out from an emotional shock of seeing this kind of change in her coach. Not wasting any time, I drop my pants, freeing my dick which was hard for many painfully slow minutes.

There is something inherently sexy in **** women... Maybe it is a calm facial expression, maybe slightly parted lips, maybe rhythmic subtle movement of breasts. Speaking about breasts, Amelia's watermelon-sized boobs look as delicious as ever and nothing stops me from touching them.

Amazingly. Amelia doesn't wake up even when I kneel down and briefly squeeze her firm globes... Neither her eyes open when I yank her top away. Even the bra flies aside, Amelia isn't reacting. If I was in some other state of mind I would worry but now, seeing the pair of boobs I dreamed about, I can't help but admire them. Perfect geometrical lines, soft skin with no flaws whatsoever, pleasantly-colored nipples. They are even better than what I imagined looking at Amelia in her swimsuits. Her flat stomach with a tiny elegant navel adds a nice contrast to the unbelievingly huge breasts.

I am half-tempted to get rid of her rather tight jeans and see more of the nearly perfect young body but I have different plans for today. I position myself just above her chest (almost touching her nipples with my butt) and then pinch her lip hard enough to wake my sweet swimmer up. She opens her eyes and I can see how her brain tries to process the situation. It takes a good few seconds for her to start resisting but it is too late, I am already pushing my dick in her face, while holding her arms in place with my knees. She stubbornly tries to keep her mouth shut, but all I need to do to make her open it is close her nose with my hand. Finally, she gives up and spreads her lips to gasp for some air. Her weakness, her lack of breathing control, her panic allows me to begin my ****.