Uneventfuly

I drive home fully satisfied and happy, I haven't felt this good for years. My **** to use the gift seems rather silly now. Back then, I expected myself to become overburden by guilt should I start **** but... But I feel fine. "Girls will be fine," I say to myself with a smile. "I am just having some fun. Perhaps they'll even learn to enjoy themselves."

Even my bitchy wife and her spoiled daughter failed to damage my elevated mood. I spend the rest of the day remembering the sweetness of Jenna's pussy and Amelia's mouth as well as imagining how their other entrances may feel. I also spend quite a few moments thinking about timid and shy Faith, who turned eighteen just two weeks ago. **** her should be so fun.

In fact, I spend a large part of the night fantasizing about my girls. It isn't something unusual, I did this before. The difference is that now I can live out my fantasies. I fell asleep so late that, for the first time in years, I overslept because, being preoccupied with lustful thoughts, I forgot to set up an alarm clock.

I rush to work and, arriving there, I learn that girls are already in the pool warming up. I arrive here and find that all of my beauties are there, despite my worries that Jenna or Amelia may not come at all.

Amelia is doing breathing exercises and I can't help but smile. She is now really motivated to improve her breathing technique. Does she really believe that achieving an ideal technique will stop me from using her.

As for Jenna. I can see a genuine fear on her face when she sees me. Fear is a good substitute for respect. Perhaps this will make her work hard and I'll get my Olympic team swimmer after all.

Faith, oblivious to how dangerous I am to her, brings a nice surprise. She got a new swimsuit: a dark red one-piece with a nice patch of exposed skin on her tummy, it makes her look sexy and cute in the same time.

"Sorry girls! Traffic." I lie "Let's start. I expect a good day today!" I truly do. I am half-tempted to end the session early to have a new dose of ****'s fun. Yet, I value my job and I still have ambitions as a coach.

The training session goes as usual. Except for the fact that Jenna does work hard and actually listens to my instructions. Who knows, maybe, If I **** her a year ago, she would be a World champion already. Or I would be in jail because I had no protection from the universe back then.

Amelia's breathing is... even worse than yesterday. She must be so afraid to breathe badly and attract my attention that her stress makes her do just that.

As for Faith, the new swimsuit makes her fit teen ass even more alluring and I must admit that I paid more attention to it than to Faith's technique. After all, I know, that she doesn't dream to be a swimmer and I don't hope to turn her into a champion. She is a bit of a bookworm who got into the college one year earlier than most and dreams to become a software engineer. For her, swimming is just a way to keep herself in shape and healthy. And it works as intended, I doubt she even understands how attractive she has become during the training under my supervision.

Soon the session ends and I need to decide what kind of fun to have today. My options are limitless and each of them makes my heart race and my dick twitch.