Aquatic Training Classes

Aquatic Training Classes

Rick had been teaching kids to swim for around a decade. He'd held several different jobs before that, including a cook (with irregular hours), a waiter (boring), and a coffee shop manager (who went out of business). However, he found great satisfaction in helping kids learn to swim. Some of his students had been with him for five years, from fearful toddlers to competent swimmers. Not only was he good at it, but the children also adored him, and their mothers sang his praises to their friends, creating more business.

Rick worked for a swim school run by someone else, but he also had his own swim school. It wasn't a large enterprise; it simply involved a teacher who had paid to use a specific pool for a time slot. These time slots, especially those during after-school hours, were quite valuable. Rick's swim school took place in a private school pool on Friday evenings from 4 to 6, during which he could fit four lessons. He taught two of them himself and hired another teacher to teach the other two. While it wouldn't make him a millionaire, Rick wasn't very materialistic.

At nearly 30, he was still single, had an active social life, and could satisfy his sexual needs. The only thing tying him down was his mortgage. Physically, he was in good shape and maintained his appearance, if not flaunting it.

Emma, who was a bit younger than Rick, was Rick's second teacher. She was attractive, with medium-sized breasts and a well-shaped figure. To maintain a professional atmosphere, both teachers wore standard bathing suits with a t-shirt and shorts. Emma mostly taught weaker swimmers, as she often stayed by the poolside. Rick, on the other hand, taught stronger swimmers, where he had to join them in the water. To keep warm while standing in the pool for several hours, Rick wore a short wetsuit under his swimming trunks. Although it looked a bit odd, it prevented his bulge from showing. As a reference, think of Linford Christie in his Lycra!

Rick and Emma didn't have a close friendship, rarely interacting during their work. However, they would often meet up after work for coffee to discuss how the lesson went and how Emma's students were progressing. She wasn't married, but she had a partner she was content with. Rick had met him, a decent fellow, but not someone he instantly connected with.

The structure of the Friday lessons was straightforward. Parents and their children arrived at the pool, where they helped their children change and dress appropriately. They then sat on uncomfortable plastic chairs to watch the lesson for half an hour. Some parents knew each other well and chatted. One group always seemed particularly talkative. After one class finished, the next class began with another group of parents watching. The children returned to the changing rooms to dry off and change back into their outdoor clothes. The changing rooms were simple, with a small shower area and a single toilet for each.

As it was the latter part of the summer term, the weather was warmer. Rick didn't mind the heat at the pool, but the skimpier clothing the mothers wore attracted his attention. By the end of each week, the clothes they wore became shorter and lighter. It left Rick admiring some of the women's figures as they sat and watched.

The last class of the day concluded, and the kids excitedly changed and left. Rick and Emma cleaned the pool, putting away lane markers, collecting floats, and removing other swimming tools. They then covered the pool to keep the water warm and gathered their own belongings. Rick showered first, feeling the cold air from the changing room after the warm pool. He took off his wetsuit, and when he removed his shorts, he pulled the zipper strap at the back of his neck, revealing the zipper. [

While searching, he pulled down, only to have his hand quickly retract. Gathering his glance, he noticed the chlorine had ruined the strap, causing it to separate. This is what often happens to swimming teachers - the water's chemicals are quite corrosive, causing the seams of swimsuits to open as the stitching and fabric decay over time.

Never before had his wetsuit split apart, this time. Unable to reach the closure with just his fingers, trying to reach around his neck and down also proved futile because although he could touch the zip, he couldn't displace it in the slightest due to its coarse teeth.

"Damn it!" He contemplated driving home in his wetsuit, but he didn't fancy the idea of chorine-scented water leaking onto his car's seats, and besides, who would help him then? Plus, he really wanted that pint. The single other person around was Emma. He'd just quietly knock on the Ladies' door and ask her to unfasten him.

Abandoning his belongings, he retraced his steps back into the hallway and firmly rapped on the door to the Lady's change room. Assuming the layout was identical to the Men's- an instant privacy screen from the entryway, he poked his head in. "Emma?" he asked. There was no response, and hearing the sound of the shower, he peeked around the corner. Steam swirled out from under the shower door. "Emma?" giving it a louder shout this time. However, she remained undetected. He took a step closer. "Emma, are you clothed? I've got an issue." The shower door opened revealing Emma, fully naked, scrutinizing him with a worried expression on her face. He hastily took in her figure, her bouncy breasts with small areola and perky nipples, her slender waist, and her somewhat wide hips relative to her petite frame. In her pubic region was a minor tuft of hair directing his gaze to a snug-looking slit, without any inner lips visible. All this took place in a fraction of a second prior to his eyes darting away, blushing. Emma shrieked and instantly covered her breasts and her vulva.

"Emma, my apologies," Rick said as he and Emma simultaneously attempted to talk.

"What's the situation, Rick? Are you hurt?"

"No, it's nothing like that. I just called out, but you didn't pick up on it. All that's transpired is that my wetsuit's zipper is jammed, and I'm unable to unravel it."

"Oh, thank goodness for that. You can return back here; I'll unfasten it for you." Despite feeling uncomfortable with her exposed state, Rick backed into the shower cubicle. Emma, without a second thought, reached up and yanked on the zipper, but it remained immovable. "Why don't you crouch, Rick? You're too tall for me to exert any force on it."

Feeling the embarrassment of her naked body near his ears, Rick kneeled down. Again she tugged at the zipper, and this time it moved an inch but no more. "It's stuck, Rick. You've caught the material beneath the fastener, causing the strap to break."

Suddenly aware she had moved behind him, Rick noticed her breasts hanging near his face. He observed her entire form glistening under the downpour of hot water, collect in her pubic region. With a strong yank, the zipper came loose and she tumbled in front of Rick. Instinctively, he caught her, one hand on her breast, and the other on her behind.

Turning to face him, she laughed, "If you desired to caress my breasts earlier, all you had to do was ask!" Resetting her stance, she was directly before him, her breasts now inches from his face. Gawking into his eyes, she looped her hands behind his back and discarded the rest of his wetwear, leaving it lifeless by his waist.

Rick stood upright. "Thanks Emma, I do apologize, I'm capable now. I'll leave you in privacy."

"It feels like you're getting the short end of the stick, Rick. You've seen me in all my nudity, and I've seen very little of you. Why don't you get rid of the rest of that thing, and we'll shower together? It'll conserve water."

Rick was unsure, and Emma resolved the quandary by pulling his wetsuit down over his hips, her breasts dangling free. As she did this, his penis popped up in front of her face. She avoided it and straightened, then grinded her breasts against him, trapping his penis between them. Rick left his wetsuit behind and hugged Emma, their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing. Rick cupped her bottom, lifting her and pressing her against the wall. Emma's legs wrapped around Rick's waist, her hand guiding his penis to her vagina. He glided in, fully sheathed as water poured down upon them.

Frenziedly Rick thrust in and out of her vagina, her hands clutching his head, their lips still pressed together. Rick couldn't bear it for much longer, and with a primal growl, he expelled his seed deeply into Emma, his semen spraying fiercely against her cervix, coating her insides. Emma cried out in anguish, her vagina closing tightly around him.

They stood like that for a minute, their hearts slowing. Rick, still carrying Emma, sat back down on the shower bench. He looked at her and kissed her softly. She embraced him, her breasts flattening against his chest. Neither of them could find the proper words, so quickly had it all taken place.

Emma was the first to say something, "Is this a promotion?" They both erupted in laughter, then Rick removed Emma from his pelvis, his dwindling penis slipping out of her vagina.

"Perhaps we ought to review your employment contract." Chuckling once more, they washed each other and shut off the shower. Emma wrapped a towel about her body. Rick picked up his wetsuit and got ready to head to the men's changing room. "See you in fifteen," he said as he left.

Rick was full of dread for the next week. Would Emma hate him? Could their professional connection persist? Would she even want to continue working with him? The door opened, and she emerged, bags in hand. "Still wish for that drink?" He enquired. She nodded, "Let's go then, I'll go sit down. I'm considering that Sex on the Bench or Soapy Nipple," she smirked. "No," Rick said, "I'll get the drinks. You want a large white wine." They sat side by side on a sofa instead of across from each other, both feeling the need for proximity. They chatted superficially about their work, and when a silence fell over them, Emma said, "Fancy another?" She stood and retreated to the bar. Returning, she sat down, took Rick's hand, and held it.

"Rick, what does this mean for us?"

"Emma, I can't say. Our work relationship won't change. You're an outstanding teacher and I want you on my team. It doesn't affect our clearance checks or our honesty. As for the rest, well, it's your call. I presume you won't tell Pete?"

"No, it's better to keep it secret." With that, they changed the subject and left. At their vehicles they shared one more brief kiss.

The following week, Rick's mind didn't give the incident much thought. He was busy and saw it as an amusing interlude. Emma seemed content with Pete, so their romance seemed insignificant.

Friday came and Rick was at the pool first. Emma arrived, "Hi Rick!" her usual cheerful greeting. "What's going on?" Everything had returned to normal, and they conducted their lessons without any direct interaction. There was a hint of awkwardness while gathering the pool equipment, both remembering the previous week's encounter, but it passed before they separated for their respective changing rooms. "Enjoyed your new wetsuit strap?" Rick quipped. He turned on the water, and after removing the wetsuit, stepped under the spray. He examined the temperature with his hand before stepping into the shower. He'd shampooed his hair and attempted to soap his body when a pair of arms wrapped around his chest from behind. "Spinning" he moaned, finding an almost naked Emma behind him. Her arms looped around his back, her breasts pressed against him. "Teacher and student?" Emma murmured, grinding her breasts against him, trapping his penis between them. Rick stopped his self-cleansing duties, embraced Emma, their lips touching. Rick palmed her behind, raising her and putting her against the wall. Emma's legs wound around Rick's waist, her hand pointing to his penis and urging it inside her. He entered her fully, the drips of falling water combining with their sweat.

Rapidly Rick again pumped into her, her hands gripping his head. Their tongues continued their dance. Rick couldn't resist for much longer and uncharacteristically shouted, "I'll cum!" He released an almighty explosion into Emma, his cum impacting her insides. Emma moaned, her vagina clamping around him.

They stood motionless for a short while. Rick, still supporting Emma, sat back on the bench. He peered into her eyes and kissed her tenderly. She encircled him, her breasts pushing into him. Neither could find the right words, having experienced this abrupt change.

Emma broke the silence, "Any pay raise?" They both erupted in laughter, and Rick disengaged, extracting his softening penis from her vagina. Picking up his gear, he began to exit the shower. "Still want that drink?" He enquired. She nodded, "Let's go then. Where do we head?"

"What's up?" she asked, "The chlorine has ruined my entire swimsuit, so I'm here to see if Swim School will give me compensation." With that, she got down on her knees and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth, still looking at him. "This can serve as a start!" she said as she stroked him back and forth in her mouth, her hand sandwiched between her legs.

Rick leaned against the wall for support as the feeling almost made his legs buckle, his other hand on the back of Emma's head. Emma knew that he wouldn't last long, so she stood up and directed him to the bench in the shower, making her face the wall. He then bent her over so she was supporting her upper body on her arms. He knelt down behind her and pushed his face into her butt crack, water streaming down her body and legs. He pushed his tongue as deep as it could go and licked her, from her puckered hole to her pussy. His fingers found her vagina and he thrust two in, discovering that she was already wet.

She cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it tightly, tweaking her nipple. Rick stood up and lined his cock with her opening. Before he could move, she grabbed his dick through her legs and guided it in, pushing hard into him, fully encompassing him.

Rick grabbed her hips and used them to pull into her even deeper, his pubic hair scratching against her arse. He could see her anus and pushed his thumb up against it, rubbing it in circles then pushing it in, but not quite penetrating.

Emma fell forward onto her arms, her weight now on her forearms, changing the angle and increasing the pressure on his penis, especially the sensitive head. With a cry, Rick came inside her, his cum filling her. She pulled away from him and spun around, sitting now on the bench, her legs spread wide while she frigged her clit. Rick saw his semen oozing out of her, being whipped into a froth by her fingers, the water from the shower diluting it. With a loud moan, Emma experienced an orgasm, her head falling back against the wall, her body collapsing under the continuous water.

"Wow," she said, "we're getting better at this! I'm happy to accept my compensation in installments!" She stood up and they cleaned each other with the shower gel. Emma squatted and pushed her fingers into her pussy, pulling out the remains of Rick's cum, examining it on her hands. She tasted it on her tongue, "Hmm, a bit soapy but nice," she smiled.

Unlike last week, she had brought her bags into the Men's changing room, and they were able to dry off and change at the same time. Rick enjoyed watching Emma get dressed, putting on a pair of panties and doing up her bra, finding it strangely intimate.

They left the room, and Emma said she couldn't stay for a drink or even coffee. She kissed him on the cheek, "See you next week, Rick." With that, she was gone.

The following week's last session was over when Rick was approached by three women, the ones who were always quite animated. "Rick, do you teach adults?" asked the leader, an attractive slim woman called Sally.

"No, not really. Why do you ask?"

"Well, us mums are concerned that as our kids get more proficient in swimming, they might get themselves into trouble one day. We're pretty good swimmers but we're not confident in the water. We're looking for some sort of class that'll boost our water confidence and knowledge of lifesaving and resuscitation."

"I can definitely do that, but the issue is getting access to a pool. There's no pool time available anywhere."

"Would you be able to teach in a private pool at someone's house?" Rick nodded, "Well, I've got an outdoor pool, it's heated, so how about using that?" It struck Rick that Sally was not poor, judging by her clothes and car, but a heated outdoor pool?

"Sure, I can do that. All three of you?" They nodded. A time was set for weekly lessons on a Thursday, starting at midday for about half an hour each time. Sally and the others agreed to pay him £100 per session between them, beginning the following week for as long as it took. For Rick, this was money for nothing - he was rarely busy at that time and there were no expenses to pay. Sally provided him with directions to her house and they left to change their kids.

"What's that for, Rick?" inquired Emma, who observed the group conversation.

"Just some confidence-boosting adult swimming and lifesaving lessons at Sally's private pool. But don't worry, I won't be in it."

"Be careful, Rick. They call themselves the Three Musketeers, and based on what I've overheard in the locker room, they're not regular."

"Meaning what?"

"Beware of any risk, Rick." Then transitioning to the next topic, "Pete's out for the weekend. Do you want to come over to my place for a drink and...," she trailed off.

"Why not?"

"Superb! Let's tidy up beforehand. We can take a shower at my place later."

As they approached their cars, Emma inquired of Rick, "Would you mind keeping it low-key when we get to my house? You know, park a bit farther away and allow me a few minutes before you come inside? My neighbors are annoyingly inquisitive."

"Of course."

Rick followed her instructions, and it took about 15 minutes after arriving for him to knock gently on her door. The moment it opened, he was enveloped by Emma, who aggressively mashed her lips against his. "I thought you'd changed your mind," said Rick in response, prompting her to spin him around so that his back was pressed against the wall, her hand cupping his breast and him pushing his pelvis into her. With her release, she dropped to her knees, swiftly removing his elasticated gym shorts and boxers. His partially hard cock was taken into her mouth and she intensely sucked. It quickly reached full erection, and she lightly gagged slightly as it hit the back of her throat. She adjusted her grasp on it, swirling her tongue around and running her lips along its length.

"Whoa, slow it down, Emma. We've got all night, right?"

"I was hoping you'd say that!" Emma led him up to the bedroom and directed him toward the shower. Due to the lack of space, she suggested he shower first since the unit was only big enough for one person. Stripping off his clothing, he turned on the shower and stepped inside, Emma stepping out to allow him privacy. Afterward, he turned off the shower and opened the door, only to be shocked to see her sitting on the toilet having a pee. "Sorry, Rick, did you mind? I was in a pinch and we only have one bathroom." She rose to her knees, wiping herself dry, and Rick stared, entranced.

"Now it's my turn," and she stripped and entered the shower while Rick dried himself off. Finally dry, he perched on the toilet seat and watched as Emma soaped herself up, rinsed off, and the soapy water streamed over her body. When she got out of the shower, he picked up her towel and wrapped her in it, embracing her after patting her dry.

"Let's move to a cozier location," and she led him into the bedroom. Rick experienced a twist of guilt upon seeing her pull back the covers on the double bed and slide in, but when he joined her, he felt relief. They slid together and embraced, their mouths locked, their tongues tangled. His hand found her buttocks and pulled her toward his erection, which pressed against her stomach. Emma reached down, finding his penis, and started stroking it, easing it between her legs, causing his member to rub against her clitoris. "Mmmm, this is far more pleasurable than in the shower," she uttered into his ear.

Rick began rolling her onto her back, kissing her neck and shoulders relentlessly. He fondled her breasts, cupping them together, kissing and licking her nipples. He could feel her pushing against him and shifted his body toward her vulva, his tongue tracing a wet path from her navel to her pubic mound. She had trimmed her pubic hair to form a small triangular shape, its point indicating her vulva. He briefly nuzzled her crinkly hair, then his mouth beelined straight for her vulva, his tongue teasing her clitoris, then sliding between her inner lips and further down to her vaginal opening.

Emma gasped, feeling a surge of electricity course through her pussy, her glands were already secreting love juices, which Rick could taste on his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her, sprawling her virginal entrance with his fingers. She pushed her hips upward, pushing her pussy onto his face, and then Emma stopped suddenly as her hands found her clitoris and began rubbing it. Her breathing became choppy, nearing a pant-like state, and Rick renewed his efforts to stimulate her intimately, swallowing her sweet juices. He applied more pressure on her clit, twisting his fingers, eliciting a series of big convulsions in which she had an orgasm. Her body suddenly surrendered, and Rick, tasked with penetrating her anus, swiftly yet gently inserted a finger.

Emma was unable to hold herself back, experiencing a series of waves of pure pleasure that flowed up toward her pussy and reached its climax, her fingers now unmoved as well. [Note: part of the text has been skipped over for brevity]

Rick slowly climbed up, grabbing his rigid member and aligning it with Emma's dripping pussy. He carefully guided it into her, pausing before entering her fully. He rocked his hips, tickling her, then slipped in a little more. Her hips thrust back against his, demanding more. Lightly, he held himself back, before pushing in a bit further. He stabilized himself with his arms straightened above his head, looking down at her pleading eyes. With a gentle smile, he penetrated her completely, until his balls finally met her perineum.

Having filled her up, he pulled out, his dick nearly popping out, and violently thrust back inside her, causing Emma to scream in pleasure. Her face was scrunched, as she felt the agony flowing through her body. He moved at a softer pace, sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Emma dug her nails into his back, arching her hips to meet his thrusts more forcefully. "I'm cumming again," she screamed. Emma's body trembled in pleasure as the force of the waves surged through every part of her.

Rick sped up, ramming her deeper. Emma brought her legs up, giving him more thorough access. Once she was stretched wide, Rick shifted to a kneeling position, allowing a greater angle of penetration. He noticed the glistening cock inside her, her labia gliding across it. This sight was too much, and he shot his load into her, his cum seeping out of the corners. He collapsed on top of her, his legs straightening, holding her close.

They both rolled over, his cock snuggled out of her. He lazily fell back against the pillow, gasping for breath. Emma spooned close behind him, feeling the discharge from her open pussy. They calmed down and settled onto the bed, locked in each other's arms. Emma lifted her head and asked, "So, do you want a drink now?"

"Beer is good," Rick thought. "But I guess wine's fine."

Emma got up, grabbing a tissue for her wet pussy, and then returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. They clinked glasses, like they were drinking at a pub, instead of sitting naked in bed after fabulous sex.

"Hungry?" asked Emma, "Should we eat out or order pizzas?"

"Pizzas are fine with me," Rick responded.

"Uh, we could play naked when the delivery boy arrives?" Emma said playfully.

"Or we could simply enjoy the pizzas and ravage each other some more," Rick answered back.

"Entertainment option considered," said Emma, smiling.

They chatted comfortably, until the doorbell rang. Emma put on a sweater and track suit and walked down, easily carrying the boxes. Rick heard dishes jangling below. When she returned, his flaccid dick woodened again and he adjusted himself under the covers.

"Problem Rick?" inquired Emma teasingly.

"You're the one causing the trouble." Rick said. "Honestly, I've always considered your figure excellent. Your breasts and your vagina are just... phenomenal."

"I felt the same way, although it's almost more glaring in men, limp dicks and stiff dicks are incomparable," she said, still chewing on her pizza slice, while she pulled his penis out from the sheet, gripping it like a handshake, and practically wanking him.

"Watch out, you'll get a pizza topping," Rick warned.

Emma put her piece of pizza back in the box and climbed onto Rick's lap, facing him with her legs spread across his. She scooted forward, lining his erection with her vagina and moved even closer, guiding his erection inside her. She initiated movement by rocking her hips back and forth. She grabbed another piece of pizza and nibbled on it, leaving strands of cheese dangling from her mouth and the slice. "When you're having pizza next time, you can envision your dick inside me," she cheekily remarked.

"As long as I don't think about pizza when I'm having sex, that'll be just fine!" Rick responded, finishing his chew and then placing his hands on her breasts. He massaged them, playing with her nipples with his thumb and index finger.

"I get so turned on when you do that," Emma said.

"I know, that's the point." He slid off the bed, leaving Emma on top of him, riding him. She arched her back, placing her arms on his thighs, displaying her body open for Ricks gaze as he observed him filling her, watching his length move in and out of her. Biting her lip in between her teeth, she sped up her tempo. Leaning forward again, she let her breasts hang in front of his face, engaging him orally in one of her nipples. He sucked on it hungrily, pulling her heavy breasts towards him. With her free hand, Emma stimulated her clit, feeling it protrude from its hood. She squeezed it between her fingers, gasping in delight.

Rick seized up into her, quickening his rhythm. Emma instantly paused, a tiny squeal escaped her mouth, and then her pussy muscles tightened and relax, constricting and loosening on his cock. "Hmm," she murmured, "that felt different," deviating from her motions.

Both of them continued to intertwine their movements, enjoying the pleasure of giving pleasure to the other. As Rick approached orgasm, Emma modified her speed, engulfing him with her wetness.

Their movements synchronized smoothly, losing themselves in the ecstasy of their lovemaking. However, as his climax approached Rick realized he had to do something to stave it off. Instead of speeding up, he concentrated on going deeper and tighter, using his muscles to provide her with the sensation she wanted.

As he neared his orgasm, she froze, a small gasp exited her mouth. His hands bundled her into his body closely, locking her against his chest, and then she started moving once more.

Their synchronized dance continued in an intimate rhythm, delighting in the pleasure provided to them. As Rick's climax approached, Emma sped up - anchoring him inside her - pausing just as he was about to ejaculate.

When Rick climaxed, he exploded inside her, she held him in, relishing the sense of his ejaculation on her cervix.

Sleepily, Emma slid off Rick and cuddled up to his chest. "Stay the night," she whispered, "I like feeling you close to me all night." Rick wrapped the comforter around them and leaned down to kiss her.

"There's nothing better than being in love." Rick awoke to Emma sound asleep next to him. He pondered about how great it would be if he could be in this state every morning, even if it weren’t with Emma. "I don't need to be with Emma specifically," he contemplated, "I just need to be in a state satisfaction." He reached over to touch her breast and felt it soft from her slumber, enjoying the spontaneous connection their hands made. Her hand swatted his, but she didn't wake up. "It doesn’t necessarily need to be with one woman," he mused, "I just enjoy making love and feeling good."

He mounts her, reentering her without any trouble. Their movements start gently, the physical connection appears calming, and his affectionate touch grows. As they continue Sean's speed and force increases. Her reaction was a surprising climax without any external stimulus, he holds her, cradling her body close. His ejaculation followed, filling her cavity.

They lay intertwined, his now spent organ pulling out, and she was pleasantly coated in his release. They breathe in unison, both satisfied but not drained. Their lips met, and they looked at each other, their love for each other obvious.

"You like your coffee hot for breakfast," joked Emma.

"True, but then again, you're always gaining weight and coffee is known to increase appetite."

The weekend came, and Rick was ready for his water confidence training with the trio, known as the Three Musketeers. It was clear that Sally was the leader, whereas Louise and Pam were the followers. He pulled up in front of her grand house and contemplated it with a touch of envy. Ringing the doorbell, he was greeted by Sally, wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a beach cover-up draped over it, the latter not tightly belted. She suggested he enter through the side gate, leading directly to the pool. Rounding the house, Rick saw the pool and his companions already there, sitting at a patio table, clutching coffee cups. He greeted them admiringly, noticing their bikini-clad figures.

Louise possessed a slender frame with tiny breasts barely contained by her top's triangle pieces. Her legs appeared long, highlighted by the high-cut nature of her bikini bottom. She was no thong wearer, but her suit was quite revealing. Pam, on the other hand, had a curvier body shape, robust yet with a hint of roundness. Her breasts were notably larger than Louise's, prominently displayed by her top. The jiggle of Pam's flesh over her breasts captivated Rick's gaze. Her bottom was well-shaped, but could have used some toning for a more defined figure.

"You can use the pool cabin to change, Rick," Sally gestured towards a small enclosure next to the pool. Inside, he found it was in fact open to the sky, measuring roughly three yards square, equipped with a shower in a corner, benches lining the perimeter – a simple structure only used for changing. Two stacks of clothes were visible – shorts, a t-shirt, and underwear in each stack, with one bra laid atop. Cautiously, Rick picked up a pair of undies and, with a sense of guilty curiosity, sniffed to gauge their scent. A musky aroma wafted up, and a light stain from the inside gusset caught his eye. His tongue slid into the gusset, a rush of excitement coursing through him.

Collecting himself, Rick dressed in his wetsuit but opted against his usual swim shorts, reasoning that there were no children present. Exiting the enclosure, he saw that Sally had ditched her cover up. Her swimsuit was snug, flattening her breasts and revealed high-cut legs. Her figure resembled a fitness model, despite having two children. Unbeknownst to Rick, she had every privilege of keeping her body flawless through gym workouts and other forms of physical activity.

"It's time to get started! Let's keep things light on the food and drink before you swim," Sally instructed, "Now, let's all jump in." Pam ambled towards the pool steps, displaying her cleavage. Sally and Louise sat at the pool's edge. After a splashy entrance, Rick had to ensure they became accustomed to being splashed, dunked, and even almost drowned. "At this point, swim to the other end and back." They started at a leisurely pace, hands high above the water, faces dry.

Compared to the women, Rick faced a daunting task. His responsibility was making them comfortable with unpredictable splashes and vigorous scrambling about. Successfully, they were soon reticent to getting wet. "Continue moving at all times – your bodies will need to stay warm," Rick commanded, "What happens if your body cools down?"

"Your nipples get hard, and then you wanna have my hard nipples, Rick!" Pam shouted, showing off her boobs. Hearts deviated into hysterics, yet they maintained their forward motion. "If your body cools down, your body shuts down and could eventually kill you." Although they'd slowed in humor, they persevered in their swimming. Rick had them continue jumping, ducking, and staying lively.

He then declared, "Alright, that's enough! No steps allowed – you have to learn to pull yourselves up." They found it challenging, each lady using different means: Sally easily coped, probably aided by her regular fitness regimen; Louise managed with some assistance; and Rick had to help the pillowier Pam.

As the lesson wrapped up, Rick stood. He neared the changing area, taking off his wetsuit as he showered, unconvinced about the transparency and lack of doors. He adapted quickly and dried off in the sun's warm rays, briefflashbacksceding in when he recalled reflecting on his actions. "Do you need to wait for us to change too, man?" Sally inquired. "Sure, I'll wait," Rick acknowledged. The girls quickly changed while still slightly damp, with wet hair. "We have to take photos this week," they announced before leaving. Rick then ventured towards the changing area to mull over his decisions and prepare for this experience.

Rolling up his wetsuit and tucking it in his bag with his towel, he exited the enclosure. He made his way back to the pool area, only to spot Sally lying flat on the sun Lounger. She'd discarded her swimsuit, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, completely naked. Gaze transfixed, Rick noticed her offering him a bottle of sunscreen. "Would you mind applying some on my back before you leave?" she inquired.

Disbelieving what he was witnessing, Rick's mouth fell open at the sight of Sally's flawless bum with no trace of tan lines. "Sure," he mumbled, kneeling down next to her. He squeezed some sunscreen onto his hand and began rubbing it into her shoulders and upper back. He tried to avoid hitting her breasts as they squashed against the sun Lounger.

Another portion of sunscreen and he proceeded to massage her lower back, taking care not to touch the area below the small of her back.

"Can you do my buttocks as well, if you don't mind?" she questioned flirtatiously. He squeezed out some more sunscreen and began rubbing it into her plump cheeks, feeling his erection pressing against his swim trunks. "Don't forget about the crack," she instructed. Rick's middle finger glided between her buttocks, grazing over her anus. "Go all the way down, please," she urged. His finger then encountered her vagina, and she lifted her hips to grant him better access. "Work it in thoroughly, Rick."

Astonished by the situation, Rick's fingertip delved into her pussy, eliciting moans of delight. He caught a glimpse of her hips swaying subtly, responding to his touch. "How about working on my front as well?" she remarked. Sally rolled onto her back, exposing her entire body, revealing enormous areolas on her breasts, her flat stomach, and her completely shaved pubic region. Rick started applying the sunscreen to her shoulders and deliberately ran his fingers over her breasts, palming them, feeling them, his touch causing her nipples to harden.

His hands moved down her stomach and then to her pubic area. Her soft legs parted, allowing him to slide a finger over her wet slit, slick with sunscreen. He noticed her hand on his leg. It crept under his shorts and could feel his stiff cock, encased within. She grasped him in a handshake grip, running her fingers along his length.

She sat up and lifted his shorts and boxers at once, exposing his erect penis, then took him into her mouth. Simultaneously, she drew his fingers back to her pussy, where he slid in two before he rubbed her clitoris, then shoved them in further into her, arching his fingers upward to search for her special spot. Her shivering body bucked against him. She withdrew him from her mouth and gasped breathlessly. Rick inserted a third finger into her pussy and returned to her clit, licking her swollen, sensitive nubbin while pinching her nipple with the other hand.

A powerful orgasm rushed through her as she cried out. He collapsed onto the sunbed, letting go of the backrest, following her example. Sally turned around on her hands and knees, grabbing the rear of the sunbed. "Fuck me now, from behind," she ordered. Erect and surprised, Rick stepped behind her, admiring her completely visible anus and pussy. Rick circled her anus with his tongue, then licked her pussy, inserting his fingers into her drenched pussy.

Bending over her, Rick slid inside her warm, wet hole, pounding her hard. Sally moaned, stating "That's it, deep and hard." He grasped her hips and started thrusting, barely able to keep still as her buttocks jiggled and shook.

As a volcano of lust erupted within him, he ejaculated deep within her, the intense sensation overwhelming him. Following her, Sally fell forward, her head landing on the sunbed, his semen oozing out of her. Soon, the last of him emptied and she let go of the sunbed.

Easing out of her pussy, he wiped a speck of white residue from her.

Rick rose from the bed, taking a seat on the floor beside it. Sally extended a hand, and he gladly accepted it. "Thank you, Rick. It's been quite a while since I've been treated like that," she expressed, apologetic. "I must rush off now, though. I need to fetch the little ones soon. May I leave you here while I go clean up inside?" She stood, holding her palm under her wet pussy, and planted a brief kiss on him before departing. Rick felt a tinge of reproach, so he retaliated by picking up her swimsuit and wiping his penis on it before dropping it back into its damp pool. He got dressed and exited through the side door.

The weekly swimming session came around on Friday, and Emma gave him a peck on the cheek. "How was it with the Three Musketeers?"

"Oh, it was fine. We could potentially find a market for that if we could only secure some time at the pool. It'd have to be during school hours, so it might be doable. That's the pool place that Sally has, must be worth its weight in gold nowadays."

"Indeed. Her husband passed away in an accident a couple of years ago, leaving her with quite a hefty inheritance, according to the locker room chatter." Rick suddenly felt guilty about his petty behavior the day before, perhaps she was just upset.

The Three Musketeers arrived for their swimming lesson, and Sally greeted Rick as normal. "See you next Thursday."

Rick took a shower and changed, and when he reemerged, Emma was waiting for him. "Rick, can I speak with you?"

"Certainly, Emma, what's the problem?"

"To be honest, I was thinking if we could tone down our flings a bit. I don't believe Pete's suspicious, but I've been a bit sore since last week, and he might've sensed it. Also, well, I do love him, and even after making love, all I can think about is..."

"You would rather your pizza," Rick interjected.

"No, you idiot, you! If it comes between us again, that'd be great. I'm just saying, let's not press it. I don't want to lose your swimming lessons, and it really means a lot to me that we're friends." Rick agreed, unwilling to risk losing a precious swimming instructor and valuing their friendship.

They parted amicably, with Rick musing, "So if one door closes, another door opens."

When Rick showed up at Sally's the following Thursday, he prepared himself for any possible outcome. However, not much changed from the previous week. The trio continued wearing the same swimsuits and portrayed more confidence. Rick convinced them to practice breathing underwater, blowing bubbles, explaining that this would help prevent water from entering their noses. He noted they were growing cold, so he decided to liven things up and raise their temperature.

"Alright, everyone, stand in a circle! Now, jump up as high as you can, then crouch down as low as you can, and then leap as far out of the water as you can. Do this five times," Rick instructed. He observed their efforts with interest; Pam's swimsuit seemed to be slowly sliding off her. She seemed unaware as she completed her final jump, and her suit had come off completely.

"I don't care," she exclaimed as she exited the pool and went to change. "I'm sure he's seen breasts before." She glared at Rick defiantly.

"Wow, Pam, what a pair of breasts!" he taunted. They all laughed as Louise and Pam made their departure. Sally remained seated on the sunbed, combing her hair. Rick removed the top half of his wetsuit and sat beside her.

"Can you stay for a while, Rick?" Sally requested, placing a hand on his thigh.

"Of course, Sally."

Louise and Pam returned and bid their farewells. As soon as the gate was closed, Rick leaned towards Sally and pulled her straps down from her swimsuit, revealing her breasts. She stood, slipping the suit off the rest of the way. Rick removed his wetsuit and immediately laid down, facing her.

"Ty Daddy!" a voice bellowed from the corner. "I've misplaced....Oh!" Rick and Sally hurried to reposition themselves as Louise walked around the corner. Rick tried to stand up, but Sally pushed him back down.

"What happened, 'One for All, All for One,' Sally?" Louise asked.

Sally said with a smile, "There's more than enough for everyone, dig in." Louise uncovered her chest, revealing her small and pointy breasts with erect nipples that protruded about half an inch. She slid off her shorts and panties in one motion, her narrow and tight slit sporting no visible inner lips. She straddled Rick's thighs, then sat down on him, placing her hand on his shaft and started stroking. Sally lifted her body, turned around, and sat back down while still facing Louise. Rick could only see her hole, but could feel a small hand jerking him off. Another hand joined in as Sally reached out to join their efforts. Rick gazed at Louise through Sally's opened legs; her chest had her breasts sticking straight out, seemingly aligned with her hand motions.

Louise lifted herself and carefully positioned Rick's cock at her entrance. She carefully lowered herself down on him, and he could see him entering her slowly. Fully inserted, she arched her back, causing him to slide in and out smoothly, with the help of her vaginal liquids. Rick was taken aback when he felt Louise's hand slipping between the two women and into Sally's pussy. This was followed by a second hand that entered, accompanied by another finger. Sally pushed against the intruding fingers, and Rick watched her move towards Louise and kiss her passionately while their hands fondled Louise's pint-sized breasts, making her nipples even harder.

Rick decided to take part in the action, so he began lubricating his finger with saliva and pushed it into Sally's butt, noting that it was tight. He could feel the pressure of Louise's fingers working within Sally's vaginal walls. He joined the rhythm and concentrated on matching Louise's pace, as she continually pushed into and pulled out of Sally's puss.

Sally left them both, standing on the next lounger, lying on her side. She raised her leg, showing her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy while she watched Louise riding Rick. Rick's hands rested on her pointed boobs. As his wife rose back and forth, he caressed her breasts, giving only her nipples a firm squeeze.

As Louise reached her climax, her back arched, and her arms wrapped tighter around Rick's hands. Her eyes rolled back, her teeth clenched together, and her mouth formed an 'O'. Rick followed in a few moments, ejaculating into her, then gave way to Sally, who dug her toes into the mattress and tried to muffle a scream while clenching her legs shut.

The three of them settled, and Sally announced, "Pam is going to be so upset that she missed this. We'll have to let her try it next time." Rick smiled, looking forward to seeing all three of them the next Thursday. This arrangement was a wonderful bonus to the money he was receiving. Maybe he should consider adult classes if the adult students were as horny as these women.

A week later, Rick entered the backyard and told the ladies, "Good morning, ladies! Are you ready for another lesson?" They responded by sharing a secret smile. "We've all set up a list of moments we'd like you to teach us," they said together. They handed him a note. It listed:

• Breaststroke
• Doggie paddling
• (Nipple) diving
• Backstroking/rubbing
• Using a snorkel tube
• Butterfly (kisses)
• The best use of a noodle/ring
• Supportive breast holding

The ladies said, "We've also decided to have a nude session today. Is that acceptable to you? Now, where do we start?"

"Okay," Rick paused, "but first, you must all stand by the pool." They followed his command, and he said, "Close your eyes." They shut their eyes, and Rick laughed, saying, "Today's lesson is about water emergencies; you'll find yourselves in the water, so it's better to adapt quickly." He pushed them all into the pool. They struggled to swim ashore, finally pulling themselves out and sitting on the poolside.

Sally demanded, "What was that for?"

"The first lesson is that water accidents don't happen neatly. You may find yourself quickly needed in the water, so please grow accustomed to being dunked." All of them looked at each other, then climbed into the pool to receive their next lesson.

"Let's begin with duck diving, you left that out of the list." He displayed how to propel oneself through the water, tilting your body down while lifting your legs, causing your body to dive. Each one of them tried this, Sally nailing it, then Louise, with Pam struggling slightly. He derived pleasure with the glimpses of their behinds as they emerged from the water. Despite the cold water, his erection started to form.

"Alright, next, I want each of you to swim underwater between my legs. To accomplish this, you need to keep your eyes open."

Louise managed this on her third try, but Pam couldn't do it at all despite her best efforts. When it was Sally's turn, he was astonished by how quickly she had grasped the idea and even more astonished when she was able to wrap her mouth around his cock en route. She surfaced with a smile, her accomplices oblivious to what she had accomplished.

Rick moved on to fundamental lifesaving, dragging someone along on their back with your arm wrapped around their upper chest and the other arm paddling. He demonstrated this on Sally who kept shifting his arm to her breast.

Lastly, Rick extracted them from the pool, witnessing Pam's entire body for the first time. Her breasts were larger than even Sally's and she had some fantastic female curves, a full derriere and a completely unshaven pussy. Rick couldn't help but gaze at it. She caught his gaze, "My husband likes me this way, he says a pussy's not a pussy unless it's got hair around it." The others chuckled.

After they were dry, Rick opted to show them some fundamental resuscitation. "I've not brought my trusty dummy with me, so I need a volunteer. "Pam, you can be it, lie down flat on your back." Rick positioned himself on top of her chest, his semi-hard cock lying on her chest. Pam instinctively trapped it between her breasts and commenced sliding them up and down it.

"I'd rather just give you a handjob," she said.

"Behave Pam!" He demonstrated the technique, hands locked together, vigorously pumping at the casualty's chest to the rhythm of Stayin' Alive.

"What about the Kiss of Life?" inquired Louise.

"The predominant advice nowadays is CPR, but on a very young child, you could try mouth-to-mouth either by covering the entire nose and mouth with yours or by pinching the nose closed." He approached Pam to show it, but as soon as his lips touched hers, she encircled his head with her arm and drew him in, her tongue wrestling with his. Releasing him she said, "I've been yearning to do that for weeks!"

Therefore, Rick finished the session, wondering how dry his attire was. Sally resolved the matter. "Sally, Pam and Louise are staying for a while, would you like to join us? We're going to have some wine, but I've got a beer if you'd prefer?" Rick typically wouldn't drink before his upcoming sessions, but weakened on this occasion, agreeing to take a pause. Sally went inside to get the beverages, returning with a tray of drinks. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "did you want a wedge of lemon or lime in the top of that beer?"

"No, that's fine, Sally, thanks."

Pam stood up and took the bottle, strolling over to him. "Here Rick, try this instead," she said. She flexed her knees and inserted the neck into her pussy, twisting it around, then pulling it out, proffered it to him. Rick's erection began to stand firm. "See, I reckon he likes it," she said, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his penis, then opening her mouth and taking it inside, her tongue dancing around. Rick reached for her breast, the nipple sizable, dark, and delicious.

Subsequently, Pam leaned forward, propping up her arms for him, offering him her backside. Rick pressed his face into it, attempting to ignore the spectators. Her anus was dark brown, her pussy lips thick and succulent. Rick licked enthusiastically, driving his fingers straight in, finding her already wet. He pushed his thumb against her anus and it slid in effortlessly, twisting it around, his fingers still exercising her pussy.

Sally arose, "Don't leave." She said to no one, specifically, and went indoors, reappearing a minute later with two dildos. Silently she handed one to Louise who switched it on and guided it to her clitoris, the soft humming reverberating in the air. Sally massaged her nipples with hers, then traced a path down her stomach and plunged it straight into her pussy, only a few inches remaining visible. She commenced sawing it in and out, her other hand massaging her clit.

Rick shifted his focus to the scene before him. With one hand, he wiped his erect penis up and down Pam's butt crack, then positioned it at the entrance of her pussy, sliding it in. Pam gasped and thrust back, her hips guided by his hands as he thrust in and out. His gaze bounced between Pam's plump behind, her swinging breasts, and the determined faces of Sally and Louise, who sat with dildos in hand, observing.

A bottle of sunscreen caught Pam's eye, which she immediately squirted a handful of. She rubbed it on her anus, first with one finger, then two, and eventually three. "Rick, put it in my ass," she commanded. He pulled out of her pussy and lined up his cock with her anus. Bracing himself with one hand, he held her hip in the other. Without hesitation, his cock slid in her anus. "Oh, so full... that's fantastic!" she exclaimed, entreating him to push further. He obliged, enjoying her tight anus that clenched around his shaft.

Pam wrapped her fingers around her own pussy while she had her hands free and groaned loudly as she pushed them inside of herself. She fell forward onto the bed, still impaled, and begged for Rick to continue cumming inside her. With the lengths of his eyes traveling between Pam's backside, her swinging breasts, and the intensity of Sally's and Louise's gazes, he obliged, penetrating her anus as she screamed. Cumming inside her, he slowly pulled out, the pressure of his orgasm sending a soft plop. "Sorry," she apologized, revealing that her body was accustomed to letting gas out during orgasm. Kelly looked at her with amusement, but otherwise unphased. She fetched a pack of tissue papers and, after cleaning herself, the group returned to their earlier discussion.

Now spent, they remained quiet, Rick breaking the silence with, "Turned out nice again." They all laughed at his reference to an old advertising phrase. He picked up his beer and raised it, "Cheers, here's to..." His words trailed off as he struggled to find the right sentiment.

"...Next week!" Sally finished.

Sally rose, seemingly unfazed by what had transpired, and approached the pool. With Sophisticated style, she dove off the edge, swimming the length of the pool in a graceful breaststroke. She completed a tumble turn at the end, showing no signs of fatigue, and pulled herself out of the water. Nude, she stood upright, water dripping down her slender figure.

Rick regarded her dumbfounded. Recognition dawned on his face. "Sally Hardcastle? The darling of the media after your 50m freestyle at the 2004 Olympics?"

"Yes, Rick. I didn't do this for the joke. Pam and Louise were the ones who were serious, and for your part, I must admit, you were a pleasure to look at undressed.

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