Yes

I silently step in and see them hugging each other tightly. Jenna is in her swimsuit already, while Susan is in her underwear: light green bra, white panties, and white socks. Her small ass looks so cutely fuckable that I make my decision immediately. She is the next on the list!

"Susan! What the fuck!?" I say in a fit of mock anger, making the girls turn to me. "She is a teenager, you, nasty sexual predator." Keeping a straight face is hard, but I manage to sound serious and legitimately angry.

"I..." Susan, fresh from learning that I am a ****, looks at me with wide eyes, clearly unsure of what to do and how to respond.

"Is this why you enrolled in a college in your mid-twenties? To seduce teenagers? To distract them from studying and training?" I continue noticing how Jenna glanced at my crotch and gulped. Her pierced lip is shaking, her eyes are wide, she knows what is coming.

"How dare you? After what you did to Jenna?" A sudden burst of anger from Susan indicates that her first shock is over. She is now ready to oppose me. And it is a foolish decision that fuels my lust for her more.

"You are in no position to judge my training and disciplining methods! You are a fucking whore who erodes my team. How many of my girls did you fuck?"

"Coach, please. Don't." Jenna is the first to understand where it is going. I have no intention to stop here, and her timid voice is just an additional trigger for my perverted desires.

"I am not talking to you! Since you are already in a swimsuit go to the pool and practice starts while it is still empty," I point towards the door in one quick, energetic gesture. "Meanwhile, I'll discuss Susan's behavior with her here."

"Coach, please." Jenna's voice is full of fear and helplessness as she repeats her plea "She is sorry." Jenna grabs her girlfriend's arm and says "Please, tell him that you are very sorry."

Susan's short frame is amusingly defiant, her Asian eyes are full of determination. "Jenna. Do as he says. I'll be fine."

"Yes Jenna, she'll be as fine as you. But only if you leave immediately," I say rubbing my hands together in anticipation "else, both of you will suffer additional consequences."

Jenna gulps one more time and goes away, her steps being slow and shaky. Susan remains standing in front of me. Her small breasts, unnecessarily covered by a green bra, are rising and falling rapidly. It is clear that she is nervous and scared but her beautiful face is collected and concentrated.

"Go on," she hisses as soon as Jenna is out. "Do your thing bastard. I won't cry, beg, resist, or add to your enjoyment in any other way."

I bite my lip and trace my gaze over her body deciding what to do next. Her defiance is new and so different from Jenna and Amelia. My mind becomes filled with different ideas and it is hard to choose.