Four-leaf swing door

My father was a famous athlete and then a coach. Rowing occupied most of his life. I couldn't help but follow in his footsteps. Since childhood, I spent time on the rowing channel, looking closely, learning. By the age of 18, I had achieved certain results in rowing and became a candidate for master of sports, but that was where all my sporting achievements ended. A severe sprain in my left hand put an end to my sports career, but I was not going to give up. Having entered a coaching school, I studied there conscientiously and received a coaching certificate. My father by that time worked in the water sports federation, so I

easily got a group of younger guys.

Two years flew by. There were also some successes. Maybe that’s why, or maybe my dad helped, but soon I was assigned as a coach for an older contingent.

— Here, Natalya, now these are your pets,” said the senior trainer, leading me to four strong, muscular guys. - Get busy.

I looked at my new charges and immediately realized that I could achieve good results with them. The head coach introduced us. The tall, slender blond was called Sergei, the black-haired, handsome guy of average height with big, kind eyes was Volodya, the short, strong man with protruding ears and a small snub nose was Andrey, and, finally, Mikhail - a real jock. His muscles were bulging out from under his T-shirt. They all stared at me in fascination, not yet fully realizing that this miniature brown-eyed beauty would be their coach.

I, of course, turned down the beauty part, but I didn’t consider myself ugly either. Golden hair scattered over the shoulders, blue expressive eyes, rather plump lips and a figure - one hundred and sixty-eight centimeters of an ideal body, without a single gram of fat. I certainly made an impression. They didn’t even listen to Dmitry Ivanovich, staring at me in shock. But that was only on the first day.

Then ordinary everyday life began and all four young men felt my grip first hand. At first, of course, they made fun of me a little, though not out of malice, but rather out of love. I caught interested glances at myself, and I was very pleased, because in their company I felt like a real queen. Gradually the jokes stopped, they became more and more involved in the process and at the end of the training they were sometimes so tired that sometimes it seemed to me that they were ready to tear me apart, not to mention some kind of flirting. Our relationship became purely business and sometimes I even missed their attention as a woman. After all, I was a little over twenty-three, they were about the same age, and considering that I liked each of the rowers in their own way, then I wanted to receive positive perceptions from our communication.

Only much later did I find out that they all had a crush on me from the very first day, but so that this would not harm our training, they agreed among themselves to exclude personal relationships. But I didn’t know about it. Their indifference even began to hurt me.

A month has passed. Our sporting successes have become more noticeable. At the 1000-meter distance they even overtook the recognized leaders of the club in a training race. But there have been some changes in personal relationships. At first, Sergei invited me to sit in a cafe, but I pointedly refused, then Mikhail showed persistence, inviting me to a boxing match in which his older brother participated, but again I did not find time for the meeting. Invitations became more frequent, even Volodya once showed me two tickets to the theater, inviting me to join him, but I generally don’t like such events, so he too was a fiasco.

- Why are you walking, now with one, now with another? – my friend asked me.

— These are my future champions,” I answered, seeing the sparkle of envy in her eyes.

— Which one is yours? – she did not let up, not realizing that “mine” might not be among them. - Who are you fucking with?

— They are all mine and I love them all equally,” I answered, calming her diverging imagination.

- What a fool, Natasha. Such guys, and you get lost.

My friend’s questions made me think. Why am I wasting my time? Trying to understand myself, I mentally assessed each of the rowers. Each one was good in their own way, but to fall in love... To have sex was all right, especially since I haven’t had anyone for a long time.

Actually, I liked Volodya more than others, but fate decreed otherwise. Sergei had a car, not a very new, but still quite decent Volkswagen. Sometimes he gave me a ride home after training, a couple of times we went out into nature, but things didn’t go beyond kissing. That day he also drove me home, stopped around the corner, and went in for a kiss.

Somehow, his hand got under my T-shirt, impatient fingers, and pulled the bra strap off my shoulder, freeing my breasts. When he squeezed my nipple with them, a barely perceptible shiver of excitement ran through my body. And he noticed this, running his tongue deep into my mouth. I trembled, feeling treacherous languor, but at the same time, not daring to cross the last line. Then he himself pushed my hand under his trousers, and I was pleasantly surprised to find a large penis there, swollen with tension. This finally finished me off.

— Take it, take it,” Sergei burned my ear with a hot whisper.

At the same time, his hand lay on my neck, bending my head down. And I couldn’t resist. A moment later, his excited member entered the heated throat. I gently wrapped my lips around him, and my tongue moved chaotically in different directions, voluptuously licking his pulsating head. It was an amazing feeling, especially since I haven't had anyone for the past few months. There is nothing more pleasant than feeling with your lips the desired flesh of a member trembling with tension. I sucked him like a man possessed, and at the same time he, quietly moaning, kneaded my breasts. A powerful release of sperm took my breath away at first, but I courageously took it all without a trace and held it in my mouth, feeling the pulsations of the tense flesh fading away.

After that incident, I noticed that Sergei somehow looked down on the other guys, although in public I continued to treat him as before. Only now sometimes my attention was directed in a different direction than before. I was eager to find out what kind of dignity Misha possesses given his powerful build. Is everything really that big and powerful? The opportunity to test this was not long in coming.

As usual, after training, the guys disappeared into the shower. I hesitated for some reason, and when I went to the women’s department, I quite accidentally looked into the door next door. There was silence there, only water was flowing in one of the booths. “They probably forgot to turn off the tap,” I thought, looking into the locker room. There was no one there either, and I boldly opened the shower door. Naked Michael, like Apollo, stood under the streams of cold water, with his arms spread out to the sides and his eyes closed. There were no other guys there. Apparently he heard the front door creak, because he suddenly turned around and our eyes met. I froze in my tracks, amazed by the rather impressive sight, and he immediately took advantage of it.

- Natasha! – he whispered enthusiastically with wet lips, and before I had time to come to my senses, I found myself in his arms.

My clothes were instantly wet, and he tore them off me, covering my whole body with kisses. His lips slid over it, searching for the most intimate spots. Kneeling down, he buried his head in my womb, forcing me to spread my legs wider. I felt the touch of his tongue, which licked my clitoris, confidently spreading my labia. He puffed like a steam locomotive, and every now and then some hoarse, drawn-out moans escaped from his chest. Who would have thought that this gives him pleasure?

I thought that, on the contrary, he would smear me across the floor, crush me with his mass, pierce me with his penis, but, as it turned out, he was not his most formidable weapon. Meeting no resistance, Mikhail lifted me in his arms and carefully put it on him, and the first time, without missing a beat. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I hovered on his dick, admiring the athletic form of my lover. They, in contrast to the size of the penis, were impressive. The muscles rolled under the tanned smooth skin. Although Mikhail’s penis was small, he managed to bring me to orgasm, and with a loud, drawn-out moan he himself came, almost dropping me on the mosaic floor.

So I got to know another of my wards and now occasionally fucked either Seryozha or Misha, continuing to meet with the others. However, not only to meet. Less than a week had passed since Andrei became my third lover. Once, after another walk, we went to his tiny room, which served as a workshop, and here, behind a large canvas, I surrendered to him on a rickety, rickety trestle bed, at the same time managing to get smeared in paint. He was assertive and I couldn’t resist when, after drinking a cup of coffee and cognac, he threw me onto this bed, almost tearing my panties.

He ​​wasn't the cutest of them all, but he had incredible stamina and, most importantly, an impressive thick dick. After Misha’s “tail,” I was almost speechless when he drove it into me, pinning me to the trestle bed. At first it even hurt me, but then, after the first orgasm I experienced, I liked it and, while he fucked me, turning me on my stomach, then on my side, then again on my back, I managed to cum three more times. I left him only in the morning, barely able to stand on weak legs. So trust your first impression after this.

Now I had to be even more careful not to get into trouble. It’s good, at least the guys weren’t particularly demanding, and I myself alternated our meetings. They continued to hide our relationship from each other and asked me not to advertise it either. All this was to my advantage.

Meanwhile, our classes continued, and the guys noticeably succeeded, being exhausted in training, which I saw as my merit. In a month the republican competitions were to take place, and I had the right to count on success. Only Volodya bothered me. We met with him sometimes, but he, as before, was passive and did not strive to get closer. Often I caught his thoughtful glances, in which one could read anything, even love. Maybe he actually fell in love? After each meeting, kissing him goodbye, I noticed how he blushed, embarrassed, not knowing how to behave. I had to take the initiative into my own hands.

One day, after rescheduling a meeting with Mikhail, I intercepted him near the institute where he studied in his fourth year and we went for a walk. In the park, on a remote bench, we kissed, and I really got excited, I even reached out with my hand to his fly, noticing how it was swollen, but he immediately jumped up, walked away a few meters and stood up, lowering his head.

— Let’s go get a boat, I’ll give you a ride,” his voice reached me.

A free boat was found and half an hour later we were sailing along the river, which took us outside the park. I undressed to my swimsuit, lay down on the stern, exposing my charms to him, but he continued rowing in silence, turning away every now and then, as if afraid of me.

— It’s hot as...,” I drawled. - Why don’t you undress?

Volodya silently pulled his shirt over his head, took off his shoes and took up the oars again.

— What next? – I egged him on.

— I don’t have swimming trunks,” he admitted, blushing.

- So what? – I was surprised. There's no one here. Look.

With these words, I pulled off my bra, noting with satisfaction how a suspicious lump appeared in his lower abdomen. God bless! Otherwise I was already starting to wonder if he was a homosexual. Volodya continued to row with his eyes downcast, but I saw how he was struggling with himself, experiencing a painful desire to get a good look at my breasts. And there was something to see, I knew that.

My breasts are not large, but beautifully shaped, with neat, slightly brownish nipples, which have already begun to harden against my will. Unable to bear his apparent indifference, I, as if by chance, touched his crotch with my fingertips. The rock-hard member perked up at my touch. Volodya took a deep breath and lowered the oars. I truly marveled at his patience. After all, she almost offered herself to him. Doesn't he really see?

- Don’t you want me? – I couldn’t stand it.

- Natasha, what are you doing? Of course I want to,” his voice was hoarse with excitement. - Is it possible not to want such a girl? But I can’t,” he immediately added.

I almost fell off the bench. You had to humiliate yourself like that. You offer a guy to fuck, and he says, “I can’t.”

Why can’t you? – I finally squeezed out of myself, overcoming the indignation that overwhelmed me.

- You see, the guys and I agreed that no one with you,” he hesitated mid-sentence, “so that no one..., you know? Only friendly relations.

— Stupid,” I laughed, almost telling him that I had been fucking his friends for a long time, who turned out to be not as scrupulous and honest as him.

Volodya frowned and it seemed to me that he was about to cry. Falling to my knees, I bent over him, unbuttoned my trousers and almost forcibly pulled them off him. The panties bristled defiantly, indicating the extreme degree of excitement of my fourth rower.

— Come to me,” I called him, barely coping with my excitement and feeling the treacherous trembling in my voice.

Returning to my bench, I cast an inviting look at Volodya and, grabbing the elastic band of my panties with my fingers, pulled them down. He looked into my eyes, as if still doubting the reality of what was happening and, finally deciding, slid to the bottom of the boat. Hot, dry lips fell on my feet. His kisses, timid and short at first, gradually became longer and hotter. Trembling hands stroked my body. It seemed that he still did not believe in his happiness.

— I want you so much, I want you so much,” his whisper reached me.

— Me too,” I groaned with a sigh, spreading my thighs and pressing his head to me.

Our boat froze in the middle of the river, being carried towards the shore by a weak current. Hot breath burned my womb. Having buried his nose in my light curls on the pubis, Volodya clumsily touched the protruding clitoris with his tongue. Leaning back, I braced my hands on the back bench and spread my hips wider, giving him room. His trembling fingers touched her labia, trying to spread them apart. The tongue dived into the hot cave. I moaned, closing my eyes in pleasure and felt a hot wave of desire envelop my entire body. This went on for several minutes and, when I was ready to ask him to finally take me, his penis confidently burst inside my womb, pushing apart the vaginal walls. I even screamed in surprise and closed my eyes again. His penis was not small, and also hard and knobby. His head rested against the cervix and I almost lost consciousness with delight.

- Wow!? – suddenly someone’s voice reached me. – Do you need help?

Opening my eyes, I saw another boat three meters away with three guys on board. Two of them stared at us with sensual delight, their mouths open, while the third sat on the oars. His broad shoulders seemed painfully familiar to me. Volodya started up, obviously too, having been taken by surprise. His hands reached out to the trousers lying at the bottom of the boat and at that very moment, the guy sitting on the oars turned around. It was Mikhail. His eyes went up to his forehead, the oars froze above the water, gradually lowering down.

- What are you afraid of? – the same guy shouted, “we only offered help.”

At the same moment, their boat rushed forward, almost knocking the “helper” into the river. Having come to his senses from amazement, Misha slammed the oars with all his anger and, without looking back, drove the boat further.

Volodya was shocked no less than me. His penis immediately deflated like a balloon.

- What now? – he asked after a minute.

I just threw up my hands. What else can you say in such a situation? The most important thing is that I didn’t even have time to cum properly. We got dressed without looking at each other and returned to the park parking lot.

The next day none of the guys came to training. The phones of all four were silent. Long story short, I never managed to get them all together. According to rumors, they beat Volodya, then quarreled among themselves and, as a result of this, the competition took place without the participation of our four. I received a reprimand from management, they demanded an explanation from me, but what could I tell them. And I felt sorry for the guys. “I’ll never forgive myself for this, because it’s all my fault,” I thought, walking along the corridor to the boss’s office.

- Well, Maksimova? What should we do with you? – Dmitry Ivanovich asked a reasonable question.

Я только пожала плечами, потому что ответа на его вопрос и сама не знала.

— Ладно, — наконец, вздохнул он, — дадим тебе еще один шанс, но смотри. Ребята дружные и уже показывают неплохие результаты. Их тренер, Петров, в больнице и, как мне кажется надолго, так что поручаем их тебе. С этими, я думаю, ты справишься.

С этими словами он вывел меня из тренерской и мы спустились к причалу. Компания молодых ребят стояла здесь, что-то обсуждая. При нашем приближение они все подтянулись, с интересом уставились на меня.

— Вот, Наталья, возьмешь на себя восьмерку. Смотри, не подведи.

« Нет, с меня хватит. Больше не повторится, — подумала я, пожимая протянутые для знакомства ладони, — хотя вот это, чернявенький, да и тот тоже… Интересно, что у него там в шортах?»

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