The air in the coach's office was thick with chlorine and tension. Coach Ivan, a mountain of muscle in a tight polo, eyed his four star pupils—Yana, Katya, Anya, and Sofa—as they fidgeted in their damp swimsuits. "You've been slacking on your turns," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Time for some... hands-on correction."

Yana, the bold one with fiery red hair, bit her lip, her nipples pebbling against her one-piece. Katya, petite and trembling, clutched her towel. Anya, all long legs and defiance, crossed her arms, while Sofa, the shy brunette, stared at the floor. Ivan didn't ask. He pointed to the worn leather couch. "Assume the position. Now."

They obeyed, bending over the couch, their perfect asses presented in a row of taut spandex. Ivan palmed Yana's cheek first, his rough hand squeezing the firm globe. "Such a tight little hole for a champion," he muttered, hooking his fingers into her suit and yanking it down. Her bare pussy glistened, but his target was higher. He spat onto his fingers, not bothering with lube, and rubbed the wetness against her tight rosebud.

Yana gasped as his thick digit breached her backdoor. "Coach... it's so big..." He worked it in, feeling her virgin ass clench around him. Next was Katya. He tore her suit aside, revealing her tiny, perfect asshole. "You need to relax, kitten," he cooed, before pushing two fingers into her tight rear without warning. She