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Akansha walked from the pool towards Teacher's hotel room, fuming. Her long raven hair was wet and dripping. Her matte black swimsuit stuck to her like a second skin accentuating her curves with each step she took. She was reserved to a certain amount of hauteur, being extremely comely and curvaceous and also the star of the swim team.
The eighteen year old fumed and raged but knew she would not show it when she met with Teacher. That women's summons could not be denied. As she reached the room, she rang the doorbell. Teacher opened the door smiling at her; she was dressed in her usual blue swimsuit. Curious but not alarmed, Akansha stepped in.
"What did you want miss?" she asked meekly.
"You of course." Teacher folded her arms over her breasts and smiled. Akansha started as she heard the bathroom door open and her jaw dropped as Amar stepped into the room. He too looked at her and smiled. He was dressed in his swimming trunks.
Something made her uneasy. Akansha could sense it but not place a finger on it. What the hell was Amar doing in Teacher's private quarters? Wait! There was a rumor that he was staying in Teacher's room as the hotel was overbooked. So it was true. She relaxed slightly.
"I have devised a workout plan for you both," Teacher continued as though she had not been interrupted by Amar, "as you two are the stars of the team, I want you two to work together on some basic exercises." Akansha glanced at Amar and found his face to be unreadable. Teacher must have explained all this to him before her arrival.
"Now Akansha you can start by doing the pelvic bridge." Teacher pointed to a training mat on the floor. Akansha nodded and got down on the mat on her back. As she started the bridge by expanding her hips and belly towards the ceiling, her head and feet on the floor, she became acutely aware of Amar's eyes roaming over her body. She knew her larger than average breasts attracted unwelcome attention from all the boys and she knew that her chest was now projecting out wards, the twin cones straining against her swim wear. She had just been in the pool and was feeling quite cold, Teacher had not so much as given her a towel. Her nipples felt so taut that she knew they were clearly visible.
How could Teacher ask a boy and a girl to train together like this? And that too in a hotel room! It was never done. But, she was the expert so Akansha assumed she had her reasons. Too many people had gotten kicked off the team when they had gotten on Teachers blacklist. She did not want to be next.
"Higher Akansha higher," Teacher snapped, "where is your flexibility?" Akansha bit her lips and thrust out her hips as much as she could, and her chest automatically followed. She was aware of how the lower part of her swimsuit was sticking to her private parts. A good thing she had waxed clean her pussy hair. She turned slightly and saw Amar gazing lasciviously at her body.
Akansha felt the heat rising in her face.
Was Teacher really going to allow this? She would give Amar a warning wouldn't she?
But from Teacher there was only silence. She waved her hand to Amar and Akansha could hear his foot steps as he came to stand right next to her.
"Give me twenty push ups Amar," she said. As Amar moved a little away to comply, "No Amar you will do it above Akansha. I want your push ups to complement Akansha bridge."
'...You will do it above her...' What the fuck did that mean? Akansha wondered.
It was Teacher's mercurial nature that left Akansha hanging. Being capricious as always Teacher's behavior was often erratic bordering on the psychotic. This gave a false sense of normalcy at times. But even for Teacher this was hardly what could be called normal.
Akansha gasped and almost twisted away as Amar loomed over her. She gritted her teeth as he positioned his arms on either side of her head. His face was inches away from her and as she stared angrily at him, his face was completely neutral.
She watched horrified as Amar began doing push ups on top of her. On each of his downward movements she felt her nubile breasts rub against his bare muscular chest. His hips ground against her thrust out pelvis each time he moved down.
Thankfully Amar moved his head sideways so his face came to rest on her neck instead of her on her mouth. She could feel his warm hot breath each time he came close to her.
"Teacher..." she whimpered, biting back tears, "Teacher," she mumbled as she felt her body being ground against Amar's sculpted partially naked torso. It did not help Akansha that she was a virgin. Each time she felt Amar grind against her pubis, she felt as though her sacred chastity was in danger. She knew she was being violated.
Akansha had had enough. No gold medal was worth this. This was sexual harassment. Why was Teacher doing this? Did she want to humiliate her that much? How had she gotten on Teacher's dark side?
She was about to shove Amar and storm out of the room when...
"That's enough," Teacher barked in a voice like iron, "Now both of you switch places."
As Amar rose above her, she got to her feet, her anger and shame palpable. "No Teacher I won't!" She snapped.
Teacher turned to her and her eyes hardened. "Are you refusing my implicit order? Fine. Akansha get the fuck out of my room. You can kiss your dreams of a gold medal goodbye. You are obviously a weak pathetic little virgin, who's tight cunt can't even handle a little male contact. Now GET OUT." she roared.
Akansha reeled as though Teacher had just slapped her and the tears started flowing more freely and they would not stop. She was feeling more insulted by Teacher's venomous, trenchant outburst than what had just transpired. Akansha was a young virgin and her mind was confused, her emotions a tangled web crafted by irrational spiders. How could Teacher insult her like that? That stuck-up insufferable bitch!
"I am not weak!" she shrieked in defiance. "You have no right to talk to me like that!"
Teacher's smile ran through her like ice. "Then prove it," she said easily. "Prove that you are not a weak little bitch. Give me twenty push ups. NOW."
Still sniffing she watched as Amar started doing the pelvic bridge. Angry and defiant Akansha started doing her push ups on top of him. She did not realize that Teacher had just manipulated her by delving deep into her psyche. Her anger and rage blinded her to what was being prepared for her. Step by measured step.
She blanched as she felt her heaving breasts touch Amar yet again. She adjusted so that she did not go low enough on her push ups. But...
"Are you bloody cheating Akansha? Go down fully," Teacher barked. Akansha glared at her and went lower. Her firm breasts crushed against Amar's chest and her face was just above his.
Amar looked at her apologetically. He had no idea what Teacher was about to do. But she had promised him that he would have Akansha this day. He felt bad for what she must be going through. But he was getting more and more aroused and he found that he cared less and less about Akansha's feelings.
The rhythmic sliding of her firm wet body, her large firm nipples scraping his pectorals and the mashing of their hips, with each downward stroke of hers was taking it's toll on Amar. Her warm breath, so moist on his face. Her pouting lips upturned in anger. Her lovely lotus eyes flashing with rage. Her lovely boobs heaving as she rose upwards. She was so fucking hot. His dream fuck. Right there on top of him. Amar sighed softly.
Akansha choked and almost bit her lips bloody, as felt something long and hard begin to rise beneath her, like some long buried portentous monument that the earth had thrown up. She gasped as she felt Amar hardening against her hips, the hard flesh digging into her lower belly as it erected further.
"Teacher..." she whispered, fearfully. A boy was having an erection right underneath her. What was going to happen to her now? Fear coiled in the pit of her stomach.
"What is it? You want to give up?" Teacher asked brusquely.
"No...I...that is...Amar..." Akansha stammered.
"What nonsense. Amar is holding up his end of the bargain. You will finish. You have five more to go."
Horrified Akansha stared at Amar who blinked helplessly. 'Sorry.' he mouthed sheepishly. It took all her effort not to cry out in frustration as she lowered herself onto Amar's towering manhood. Truth be told she was amazed at how unbelievably hard Amar had become. As she glanced downward out of curiosity she gasped out loud as she saw that monstrous cock straining against his swim trunks.
She knew of large cocks from porn videos which she had watched wide eyed and with some fear. She swallowed and quickly finished her push ups. She almost jumped off Amar when she was done.
"There you go," Teacher beamed at her, "true to her word isn't she Amar? Amar?" Her eyes then came to rest on Amar and the thing between his legs. "Amar! What the hell?"
Amar got to his feet sheepishly and Akansha covered her eyes as the bulge became far more prominent.
"Amar what is the meaning of this?" Teacher asked sternly.
"Sorry Teacher," Amar said cringing.
"I tried to tell you!" Akansha cut in with exasperation.
"Yes I believe you did," Teacher nodded. "He should be punished! Don't you agree Akansha?"
"Yes," Akansha rasped, her eyes glittering like diamonds. It was Amar's time to be embarrassed. Teacher probably had something horrible planned for him. At last justice had not turned a blind eye towards her. She glared at Amar with venomous hate.
"You embarrassed her Amar. It's time to embarrass you. Turn around is fair play as they say."
Akansha found herself nodding in agreement. The bastard had to pay.
"Take off your trunks Amar."
"What?" Akansha exclaimed as she twisted towards Teacher.
"As ladies, it's our time to humiliate him," Teacher said calmly."Now take them off!"
"No Teacher. No! What the hell are you doing. I don't want to see his..." Akansha stared speechless as Amar deftly removed his trunks without hesitation and became completely naked. His cock when it was freed pointed right towards her and she took an involuntary step backwards.
