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I warned her, wondering if she would expect me to pull out. But she was coming, too. Her internal muscles began to clamp down on me. She let out a long moan of release into the desk as her second orgasm took hold, her entire body shuddering violently. The feeling of her climaxing around me pushed me over the edge.<\/p>\n

I let out a low groan, my hips locking as I buried myself as deep as I could go. I felt the hot, heavy pulses of my own release begin, jet after jet of cum filling her up, flooding her insides. I stayed there for a long moment, leaning my weight against her back, both of us gasping for air in the silent, humid office.<\/p>\n

The only sound was the distant splashing of the next group of swimmers through the closed door. Slowly, Helena pulled herself up. She stood on trembling legs, her ginger hair a wild, tangled mess around her shoulders. My cum was already beginning to leak out of her, thick and white, matting into the fiery curls of her ginger bush and glistening against her dark pink lips.<\/p>\n

She pulled her knickers back over her pussy, trapping it inside. She reached for her glasses on the desk. She slid them onto the bridge of her nose and then pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “That will be all for today, Parkler,” she said, her coach’s voice returning. I blinked, momentarily stunned by how quickly she had flipped the switch. I was still standing there with my tracksuit bottoms at my ankles, my cock beginning to soften but still slick and messy with a mix of my cum and her arousal.<\/p>\n

“Uhh… yes, Helena,\u201d I stammered, scrambling to pull my clothes back up. \u201cCoach Vanderpool,” she corrected. \u201cSorry, Coach Vanderpool.\u201d “Your form was…<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this work are over the age of 18 and fully consenting. OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Also By Max Delany OceanofPDF.com I Chapter One \u2019d imagined the place a hundred times before I arrived, but nothing had quite prepared me for the real thing.<\/p>\n

The Elite Sports Academy campus spread across a shallow valley, all clean glass buildings and perfectly landscaped grounds. Even from the taxi window, I could see beautiful people moving everywhere, runners jogging past in pairs, cyclists wheeling expensive-looking bikes, swimmers with damp hair and academy hoodies. The driver dropped me off outside the reception, and I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n

This was it, my chance at elite-level sports training. Inside, the reception was bright and cool, with sunlight pouring through tall windows. An enormous trophy cabinet lined one wall, rows of silver and gold catching the light. My trainers squeaked across the perfectly polished floor as I headed towards the reception desk. The woman looked up as I approached, and a warm smile lit up her face.<\/p>\n

She looked a few years older than the students, maybe late twenties, with glossy dark hair falling over one shoulder. Her white, academy polo shirt stretched so tight across her large chest that I had to force myself to keep my gaze locked on her eyes. Her name badge, when I allowed myself a glance at her tits, read Rebecca, Head of Student Services. \u201cFinn Parkler,\u201d I said, dropping my kit bag onto the floor next to me. \u201cTriathlon. Checking in.\u201d \u201cFinn Parkler,\u201d she repeated, drawing my name out a little longer than necessary while her fingers moved across the keyboard.<\/p>\n

\u201cTriathlon. That\u2019s right, you\u2019re replacing that girl who broke her leg. Let\u2019s see where we can put you.\u201d She hummed softly, scrolling through something, then paused. Her expression shifted, not quite concern, more like amusement that she was trying not to show. \u201cHuh.\u201d My stomach tightened again.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound good.\u201d \u201cOh, it\u2019s not bad,\u201d she said quickly. \u201cNot for a handsome lad like you, anyway.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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