Relay Team Responds To Carrots

Relay Team Responds To Carrots

Co-written proudly with SouthAspect. All characters in our story are 21 years of age or older.

Changeovers

"Man, we cannot get these changeovers right," thought Dale, gloomily. Dale Beresford was the captain of his college swimming. Being a strong swimmer (freestyle) made him an obvious choice for the role of captain, and at 5' 11," although a little short for a swimmer, he looked the part. Broad shoulders and chest, narrow hips, powerful legs and a tendency to always walk and stand with his head up, eyes looking directly in front, made him appear taller than he actually was. His charismatic personality also played a role in ensuring he was unanimously voted captain of the team. He was a natural 'joiner,' bringing people together, watching out for the younger or newer members of the team and always seeking to lead by example, both in the water and on the deck.

Which is why he was so vexed at the moment: the senior boys relay team was not leading by example. The team could not get their changeovers right and if they messed them up, they would be disqualified. Period. Dale was the lead out swimmer -- usually second fastest in the relay team of four -- and the first changeover was to Michael. That's where the first problem lay. Despite repeated practices, Mike kept leaving the block, diving into the water, too soon, sometimes as much as half a second before Dale had touched the wall. This was breaking the cardinal rule of relay swimming: don't dive too early. Incredibly, the team had the opposite problem with the third changeover, between third and fourth team members Mitch and Carlos. (Dale and Mitch always nailed the second changeover between them). For some reason, Carlos, fastest member of the team, was lingering on the blocks after Mitch touched, for anything up to a second, sometimes longer. In a sport in which placings were decided by fractions of seconds, this was disastrous and wasted any advantage Carlos' speed gave the team.

With the state championships less than ten days away, the changeover issue(s) was

catastrophic. And their coach, Daisy, was even more edgy and annoyed than Dale.

An Incentive For Team Building and Focus

Only head coaching for two years, Daisy, 28 years of age, experienced a disastrous first year training the men's college relay team. Mediocre swimmers hobbled them but her strategy and practice regimen led to a last-place finish in the conference standings.

Daisy's rough start to coaching was exacerbated by her relay team doing worse at home meets than away from Wilkshire College. She was determined to do better.... one way or the other.

It was hard not to like Daisy. Everyone at the institution wanted her to succeed. With a freckled face and head of beautiful red hair, the former high school and collegiate swimming champion also filled out a racing speedo quite nicely. The cleavage of her 36D breasts was the first thing Dale, Mike, Carlos and Mitch noticed at their first team meeting.

Daisy was stuck in a rut with her coaching process. Practices often went well and then just before a meet there would be a devastating, demoralizing practice where their starts and turns were missed and the team's time suffered. She needed to instill confidence, discipline, focus and trust among her swimmers.

How would she build that strong teamwork and focus needed in a relay event?

At the next practice, she tried an unorthodox strategy that would either allow her mates to win the relay.... or she might be asked for her coaching whistle.

Daisy needed to get the attention of all four 22-year-old male swimmers and have them work toward a common goal -- one that did not involve swimming. Then, once she had them all working together, she would have a winning relay team (or at least an improved one) and make her move on the four slim, attractive and athletic young men. She really hoped they would respond to her coaching and to her personally.

At Monday's practice, Daisy wore a string bikini rather than her more traditional one-piece conservative speedo swimsuit. She looked in the mirror before leaving the ladies' locker room, and she was nearly nude in the tiny top with her melons pushing out and the thin bottoms showing her one-piece tan lines. She wore her beautiful red hair styled as if attending a fashion show or charity ball and wore make-up which no swimmer did at the pool.

Daisy wanted to reach the cocks and balls of her virile male swimmers and have them want to bed her and have their way with her feminine charms.

Divide and Conquer

'Day-um!' Mitch spluttered when he saw Daisy walk onto the deck, her usual racing speedos replaced with a string bikini that left nothing, absolutely nothing, to the boys' very active imaginations. All four boys stared gob smacked at their transformed coach. Always a head-turner, Daisy looked stunning, and not just because of the bikini. Her hair was done in a different way and she was wearing make-up, almost like she was going on a date.

She outlined what the team was to do. They would run through two full 4 x 100m races in the next 10 minutes and then go to the changerooms. The boys listened intently and looked even more closely. Dale was standing slightly behind Daisy and could not take his eyes off her ass. It was gorgeous and the tiny triangle of material covering her crack was barely coping, exposing her magnificent cheeks. It was all Dale could do to stop himself from caressing her bum.

They hit the water in turn, backing up from the first run through with the second soon after and, as instructed, moved to the changerooms. As they walked in Daisy blu-tacked a hastily drawn notice on to the entry door which read 'Team Meeting, no entry until 6.30 p. m." -- half an hour hence.

Daisy directed them to two benches which were opposite each other separated by about five feet. She directed Dale and Mitch to one bench, Mike and Carlos to the other.

"Dale, Mitch; great work, still nailing those changeovers and good times in both runnings of the race." Pleased, but a little mystified, Dale took the praise and made himself comfortable on the bench.

"Carlos, Mike, you got us disqualified again, messed up both your changeovers, again. We have to get this right, so I am going to try a bit of old-fashioned coaching, 'carrot and stick'"

With that, Sally calmly removed her bikini top and sat on Mitch's lap, facing Mike and Carlos.

"Mitch, reach around and caress my breasts. Carlos and Mike, watch!"

Mitch hesitated but a firm "Now!" jolted him into action. She caressed her breasts, rubbing them, cupping them. At Sally's command he took both her nipples and pinched them.

"That's it, a bit harder... harder!" Mitch obeyed, eliciting an audible moan from the coach.

"Good boy, Mitch. See, Carlos and Mike, this is how I reward members of the team who do the right thing, they get candy, they get treats. Boys who can't perform can only be spectators."

After a couple more minutes of pleasure or torture, depending on which bench you were seated, Daisy stood. Instead of sitting on Dale's lap, however, she stood in front of him, in the middle of the aisle between the benches and removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her gorgeous cunt, bald except from a tiny landing strip just above the lips. Carlos, Mitch and Mike all gulped or gasped as they looked. She then turned to Dale and putting one leg on the bench beside so that he too could inspect her cunt.

Dale was stunned but when Daisy told him to fold a towel on the floor and kneel, he had the presence of mind to obey. Then, facing Carlos and Mike, Daisy, bent over, leaning on a tub of swimming paraphernalia so she could keep eye contact with the two miscreants and told Dale to first lick her crack and then eat her from behind.

Dale didn't hesitate; he had a raging boner and had been with enough girls to know that an offer of ass-play was not to be ignored.

"Mmm, that's it," Dale heard Daisy say, right up to the top, then down. "Just your tongue, no fingers. Make sure you find my pussy when you get to the bottom." Dale lapped eagerly, inhaling the scent of his coaches arse and pussy (both impeccably clean, although a little sweaty - no problem at all.)

"And this is what good boys who hit changeovers and swim fast get, Mike and Carlos, a taste of paradise," the coach teased. Dale had been complimented by a few women on his oral skills and as he tongued her he heard Daisy moan and whimper.

"Fuck, that's right... of fuck' a couple of times."

He also noticed that she rubbed her clit with a free hand a couple of times and Dale desperately hoped she would cum. No such luck.

"Right," she said slowly standing up, gently pushing Dale back with her arse. "Carrots of pleasure for swimmers who do the right thing, the stick of deprivation for those who don't. Back to the water."

Carrot Gets Dipped

Daisy put her string bikini back on and joined the four teammates at the pool.

She once again outlined the goal. The young men would run through two full 4 x 100m races in the next 10 minutes, hopefully hit their turns and changeovers, and then return to the changerooms for a critique.

Dale could still taste Coach Daisy and he wanted more than just tongue lashing her beautiful, sexy body. Mitch could not believe those Lucious lobes of her breasts in his hands, tweaking her pert nipples and watching her jump with excitement at each pinch. He too was incentivized for more.

Carlos and Mike were left out and they were determined to do better this relay and hit their marks.

That did not happen. It was almost a carbon copy of the first 4 x 100m races. Mitch and Dale were like clockwork and Mike and Carlos faltered and ruined the precise needed to win.

The five re-entered the change rooms, and Daisy smiled inwardly at her next carrot and stick lecture. "The two real studs of the group -- Dale and Mitch -- will get a bit of cockwork with me for their clockwork."

And, she thought to herself, "Mike and Carlos will get hard in their speedos and have to watch me fuck their teammates to orgasms."

Mitch and Dale were seated on one side of the benches, Daisy in the middle, and Carlos and Mike sat dejected on their wooden bench.

"Mike and Carlos," Coach Daisy lectured, "I do not know what it is going to take for you to work together and get the relays right? I do know you will watch and see what you could be having if you would just commit to your turns and changeovers." Before leaving their direct eyesight, she leaned over at the boys and her magnificent tits nearly escaped her bikini top.

"That was the stick portion of our lesson," Daisy said. "I am excited for Mitch and Dale, who performed beautifully in the water, to get their carrots wet inside me."

The two perfect swimmers had no idea they were going to score with their hot redheaded coach. They felt a twinge of excitement as their cocks woke up.

Coach Daisy had Mike and Carlos lay out on the floor an air mattress with the dimensions of a king-sized bed. With one flick of her fingers, she untied the top of her bikini and it fell, allowing her 36D melons to come into full view. Her large areolas and excited nipples bounced as she walked around the mattress.

By now, all four young studs had erect boners in their small speedos. Only two of them would be able to use their cocks today.

"Mitch on one side please..." said Daisy, "and Dale on the other side of me." The boys leaped from their bench and joined their coach in front of Mike and Carlos.

"Show a woman how you appreciate tits like this," she barked. Mitch went to work on her left breast, caressing and cupping her boob, then licking and pinching it.... harder each time.

On the other side, Dale's lips suckled the full tit and used his teeth to lightly bite his coach's nipple. Daisy was flowing moisture and very excited about what was to follow.

"Boys, take one string on each side and pull," she directed them to undo her bikini bottom.

It was a good thing the sign was reaffixed to the locker room and a sign posted for an hour or changeroom maintenance.

The bikini bottom hit the floor and Coach Daisy kicked it away.

"Now, Mike and Carlos," she called on the observers. "You now have a role to play.

She walked seductively to the two and took their hands. She roamed their manly hands across her breasts and allowed them to touch her landing strip.

Coach Daisy walked Mike and Carlos over to Mitch and Dale, who both sported visible boners in their light blue speedos. "Mike, please lower Mitch's speedos and take them all of the way off for him."

Mike followed coach's order, kneeled and used both hands to slowly lower Mitch's swimsuit until his eight-inch cock popped out. Daisy loved watching her team strip each other and got a power rush from that action.

"Now, Carlos, it's your turn," she said. "Strip Dale's suit and do it like a strip show."

Carlos had never done anything this strange with another man and was very uncomfortable. "Get to it, now," demanded Daisy. "If you do not do it now I will have you suck him off while we all watch you."

The Hispanic swimmer reached over and pulled down Dale's speedos, admiring his seven-inch pecker and large mushroom head. Mike and Carlos returned to their bench.

Coach Daisy's tits bounced and her ass was so spectacular. She took the hands of Mitch and Dale and had them kneel on the air mattress. She stood to her full height and Mitch on her pussy and Dale on her ass, started eating her. Daisy enjoyed that attention and after five minutes had the boys lie down with her. She went directly to sucking Dale's erect cock and used her right hand to stroke Mitch.

She was more than ready to be fucked, but she lingered with the foreplay to drive in her carrot and stick lesson to Mike and Carlos.

When Coach Daisy saw pre-cum on both cocks, she allowed Mitch to enter her. They fucked in the missionary position while Dale licked and played with her massive tits. The moaning started soon after Mitch slid his dick into the coach's honey pot.

The hard fucking was intense, as Mitch and Dale did not know if this would be their one and only time with Coach Daisy. They each wanted to make the most of this erotic experience.

The highlight was Dale on the bottom fucking Daisy in the ass, as Mitch's rigid rod entered her vagina from the top. The swimmer-coach-swimmer sandwich writhed in delight as Coach Daisy was double penetrated to orgasm.

Mike and Carlos had to help Coach Daisy after that session and she made them clean up the changeroom.

She left the two with this stark message: "This should teach you boys to work together and to realize the rewards that might lie before you if you do."

The Meet, the Meat and the Heat

The sun shimmering off the blue water, the cheering crowds during races, and the team spirit attracted many spectators to the college swim meets. It was a half-day's activities and great fun.

However, any women finding themselves drawn to a swim meet knows the tingle she feels in her loins when the men strut into the arena wearing only tiny speedos baring covering their cocks and balls and firm athletic asses. The material is like skin and shows everything. When some teams wear home white speedos, the girls get an extra special treat. The wet white material is like it was designed by females for their brethren to enjoy the movement in the guys' speedos. The muscles and tans of the swimmers contrast nicely with those tiny swimsuits.

Girlfriends, mothers, aunts, cousins and female teachers and classmates flock to the meets at Wilkshire College and they all leave with an eyeful. Coaches Daisy and Amber make sure the women attend, cheer and relish their experiences.

The only thing that would make it better would be to have the ladies get to enjoy a nude weigh in of the male swimmers with women conducting the revealing testing.

So, in the State championship meet Daisy's team enjoyed both a victory of sorts and an anti-climax. When a 4 x 100m relay team performs well there is an element of poetry to the swimming. Swimmers glide through the water, dives pierce the water with minimal splash and changeovers proceed like the proverbial well-oiled machine. All that happened for the boys, it all came together, yet it wasn't enough. They took a podium place, but third, not first or second. It was that classic sporting paradox -- victory, of a sort, mixed with keen disappointment about what could have been.

Dale was distracted by something else. Although she was present at the end of the race, he couldn't see Daisy in the stands at the start. No sign of her leaning over the rails with the parents and other supporters, nothing.

It was a good thing he didn't know what Daisy was doing because if he had found out he would developed a crippling boner which would have stopped him dead in the water. As the starter's gun fired, Daisy had her face between the thighs of her best friend and fellow coach, Amber.

In order to get new eyes on the team, Daisy had asked Amber to join her for the last two training sessions before the meet, something Amber was delighted to do. She had admired with some envy Daisy's relay team and had fantasized about getting her hands -- and much more -- on all of the boys at some point. Amber bore some physical resemblance to Daisy; although she had blond hair, lacked freckles and had a distinct tan, she was about the same height, had a similar sized bust and an equally shapely arse. And like her friend, she was an inveterate, bona fide slut and welcomed any opportunity for sex which came her way.

As she was heading up to the stands to watch, Daisy felt her arse gently smacked by Amber as she passed her climbing up the stairs. Despite being very nervous about the race, Daisy was as horny as fuck and really needed some physical contact to help her relax. Her friend's playful flirt gave her that opportunity.

"Hey," Daisy giggled as Amber stepped past her, "I need something better than that!"

Amber turned and smiled and at the top of the stairs and ducked down a hallway to the ladies toilets which were beneath the seats, instead of heading to the stand. Daisy heard the teams being called to the marshalling area for the race, she knew she had a bit of time.

She and Amber fell through the entrance to the bathrooms and tumbled into a cubicle. Daisy pushed her friend up against the cubicle door as it shut and kissed her hard on the mouth. Whilst neither woman considered themselves bi, both were used to physical intimacy with each other -- God knew they had shared enough men together -- and they would often kiss, caress or finger each other if no dick was readily available.

After a brief kiss, Daisy told Amber to close the toilet lid, sit on it and open her legs, an easy request to accommodate as Amber was wearing a short skirt and G-string. Daisy wasted no time going down on her friend, tonguing her bald cunt, quickly finding her clit. Amber panted and writhed, her instantly wet cunt suggesting she was anticipating exactly this outcome. In the marshalling area, Dale was anxiously searching the stands for his coach.

Aware that time was passing, Daisy reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Amber's pussy, helped her up and kissed her softly on her lips.

"Hmm, much better. Okay, we need to go."

The two coaches arrived in the stands while the final leg of the race before the boys were finishing -- great timing. They settled themselves amongst the parents, siblings and friends, demurely crossed their legs and clapped loudly as the team was brought to the deck.

***

So, third at States. Simultaneously satisfying and disappointing. Daisy and Amber greeted the boys on the deck, consoling them and congratulating them at the same time.

At Amber's suggestion, the college had booked a massage room for the whole team, something rare for swimmers, and as they left the venue all the swimmers benefited from a soothing rub down. As the last race on the program, the four boys were the last to leave and the last to use the room. When she made the suggestion, Amber of course had ulterior motives. Daisy had told her about her "carrot and stick" approach to motivation -- all the details -- and she was determined to get in on the action. Her brief tryst with Daisy before the race had given her an idea, a way to reward Daisy and the boys for all their great work.

The room was empty of people (quiet "Yessss..." from Amber) and the only furniture was two massage tables and three or four chairs.

"Guys, you all did so well today, I am very proud of you. ALL of you," said Daisy, with a beaming smile. "Now strip off!" The boys, still in their speedos and jammers just stared.

"Come on, gear off now. You are all going to get some of me. Actually, you are going get quite a lot of me. You all deserve it. Now, show me those wet cocks."

"Umm..." Amber murmured, "Daisy, before you, actually, we start..." Amber was smiling but she had a devious look in her eyes which Daisy had seen only a few times before.

"I think you need to strip as well, all the way."

Daisy smiled, 'Well I was planning to... but you've got something in mind, haven't you?'

Amber didn't answer immediately, she was completely distracted by the sight over Daisy's shoulder. In the corner of the room the ever-willing-to-please relay team were stepping out of their bathers and Amber made no attempt to hide her pleasure at seeing the four superbly toned bodies now standing somewhat self-consciously, but clearly happily, waiting for the next direction.

"Up on the massage table, Coach. I do have something in mind. You four, come over here, two on each side of the table."

Everyone obeyed and both women noticed the boys' cocks moving from limp to half-mast, clearly on the way to raising the flag the whole way. Amber, still wearing her skirt and top, pulled a chair to the end of the massage table, told Daisy to push her bum up to the edge and open her legs.

All the boys had seen porn before, including a lot of girl-on-girl action, but they had never seen it right in front of their eyes. They all gathered in close to the massage table as Amber knelt on the chair and began tonguing Daisy's pussy. Dale was the first to start stroking himself, rapt at the sight of the blond eating Daisy's pussy. The coach, for her part, was moaning and quietly saying "Fuck, fuck yes."

Amber looked up to see four rigid shafts, two now being stroked by their owners.

"That's good, guys, very good, but don't cum. Keep stroking yourselves, but don't cum. Now, you have all watched me, who is going to show me how they lick and satisfy a woman?"

Without hesitation, Carlos stepped up and began licking his coach's slit. He had obviously done this before (not wise to assume that with guys this age) as Daisy's response confirmed, arching her back slightly and then propping herself up on her elbows to watch her charge, declaring at the same time, "He's good... fuuuuuck, yes."

At this point Dale moved up Daisy's massage table and began caressing and sucking her breasts, and was rewarded for his efforts with a long, wet kiss from his coach. She then lay back on the table and beckoned him to stand by her head, which he obediently did. She wriggled closer to the edge of the table, mindful of Carlos, turned her head and invited Dale to slide his shaft into mouth. Although it was a slightly uncomfortable position, it was worth it to get her mouth on that glorious seven-inch dick again.

Amber, meanwhile, still wearing her skirt, was kneeling between Mitch and Mike, sucking each one in turn and fondling their balls. After making sure neither guy was in any danger of going flaccid, Amber posed a new question:

"Do you guys know what rimming is?"

To which they both nodded assent, their eyes simultaneously widening.

"Wanna try some?" More nods, wider eyes. "Okay, up you hop Mitch, on the table."

"What?!"

"Up on the table, easier position for me to lick you. I eat you then you eat me. That's the deal."

Mitch did as he was told, all fours on the table, slightly crouched on his elbows, arse well elevated. Amber caressed his bum, gave it a playful slap and nodded approvingly. She kissed and licked his cheeks but her mind was on another goal. She pulled his slightly hairy cheeks apart and ran her tongue up and down his crack, searching for that forbidden hole. Because he had just come out of chlorinated water she had no concerns about him not being clean down there and her tongue savoured the unique texture of his anus.

Mitch moaned softly, then louder as the beautiful blond began stroking his meat. She made a mental note to make sure he railed her later; it was clear he was packing something impressive down there. She kept licking, pushing her tongue as deep into him as she could, occasionally stopping the wanking to pull his cheeks further apart to get better access. She hadn't eaten a guy's arse in a while and she remembered that in fact the last one had been Amber's dad's arse.

Coach Daisy was careful not to go so far Mitch would ejaculate, so she eased up and said, "Turnabout is fair play.... eat hearty young swimmer."

Mitch positioned Daisy to his liking on the table and moved his head into coach's now silky wet pussy. The puffy lips parted to the gentle touch of his lips and tongue. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in energy and enthusiasm.

Daisy moaned and then lit up like a pinball machine when Mitch landed on her sensitive erect clit and worked it over.

"Dive deep, Mitch," begged Daisy, using a swimming analogy. "Go to the bottom of the pool and back."

Mitch's cock was primed and he knew Daisy was more than ready for him to enter her. He also knew Amber and the other guys were fooling around but he was conscious they might be watching him too.

"Permission to enter the minefield, captain," whispered Mitch to his sexy busty coach.

"Rear view forthcoming for your torpedo, sir," she responded, adjusting her body on all fours with her head down. Her freckled face was reddening with the excitement and exhilaration, and her breasts were a thing of beauty swinging with her body. Her red areolas and pink erect nipples gave away her readiness.

Mitch realized his good fortune by being allowed to use his erect carrot with his gorgeous redheaded coach and mentor. He allowed her right hand to place his rigid rod into her sopping cunt and he slid in and out with ease. The further in he ventured the tighter the fit and the beginning of Daisy's soft moans and words over her heavy breathing.

He lifted up and held his ground with his thick long cock and allowed Daisy to rock forward and backward, as well as to each side, causing the friction and sensations for them both. He admired her white wide ass, perfect for childbearing, and took a chance by slapping her butt cheek with his right hand and then using his left hand to her other cheek. The slaps ignited something in his coach.

"Hit me again...." said Daisy. "Harder and fuck me faster and deeper..... you are on the right track. Mitch's smacked her ass again, even harder, and each time Daisy reacted with screams of ecstasy.

Mitch then grabbed her long red hair and balled it up so he had leverage to rise her even harder and dive his dick deeper. He felt the massive shuddering and screaming -- "Fuck yes.... love it... that's right.... more.... I'm cumming."

Mitch felt the squirting wetness all over his cock and he kept jack hammering his rigid rod into his coach until she begged him to stop. That response never happened as she rode him until he was ready to burst.

The swimmer leaned to Daisy and told her he was ready. She immediately slid from under him and onto the changing room floor, kneeling with her pretty mouth and blue eyes looking upward for his cum shot. He took hold of his cock and pumped it furiously while Daisy played with his balls, occasionally sucked the tip of his knob until three rapid-fire explosions of warm creamy semen lit up her face, mouth, chin and breasts.

Daisy licked Mitch's jizz off her lips and ladled the rest from her chin and cheeks into her mouth but left the thick rope on her breasts. Mitch was wonderful but she really needed a load in her pussy to finish off.

The room had a prominent clock on one of the walls and when Daisy just happened to glance at it she realised that their booking would expire in 10 minutes.

In her haze of please she had lost track of both time and Amber and now became aware of some moaning of varying tones -- some deep, some higher -- on the other side of the massage table.

Partially obscured by the legs of the table she could see Amber being spit roasted by Mike and Carlos. Mike was gripping her sensuous hips and thrusting balls deep into her. Daisy was impressed, she could see that despite the depth of his entry, Mike had this under control, clearly trying to last as long as he could. Amber was rocking back and forth and expertly working Carlos's shaft at the same time, letting his cock drop from her mouth occasionally to utter an urgent, breathy "Yes... fuck yes. That's just right."

"Amber, we need to leave soon," Daisy giggled, realising that getting up off the floor would be the last thing on her friend's mind.

Even as she spoke, Daisy could hear voices outside, some way down the corridor.

"Mmmpff, mffpmmff... what?" panted Amber.

"Our booking, it's almost up. We need to go soon."

"How long?"

"Ten minutes."

"Time enough. Join me."

Daisy initially thought Amber meant join she, Carlos and Mike -- an interesting possibility -- but realised she meant joining her being spit roasted.

"Dale, Mitch, down here. Quickly."

Daisy spread a towel -- the carpet was a bit rough -- dropped onto all fours and issued instructions.

"Dale, back, Mitch, front."

With no further encouragement, the boys knew exactly what she wanted and assumed their positions. Daisy was so slick that even Dale's sizeable shaft slipped in smoothly, with her little resistance. Despite just having dumped a good load, Mitch was already on the way to being aroused again and Daisy figured she could squeeze a bit more juice from those generous balls.

Amber, meanwhile, had Carlos's cock back in her mouth, alternating as best she could between sucking just his cock head and taking some of his shaft into his mouth. She was aware of her friend taking up position beside her; indeed the trios were so close that the girls' shoulders occasionally grazed each other. Amber could feel Mike's pace quickening, his thrusts definitely getting more urgent, undoubtedly further aroused by the tableaux beside him. Amber spread her legs ever so slightly more and that was enough. With a deep grunt, Mike tightened his grip on her hips and slammed himself into her as deep as he could. The explosion of semen into her was so intense, so voluminous, that Amber was sure she could actually feel the liquid cascade into her. Dale kept pumping with diminishing power until he pulled his exhausted cock from her sodden, leaking cunt, panting deeply.

Not surprisingly, witnessing his teammate's release, Carlos could no longer hang on.

"I'm there," he said through gritted teeth.

"Wait, just a minute," replied Amber, as she scrambled to her knees, kneeling back on her heels, face looking up.

"You can out it anywhere but make sure I get some in my mouth."

Carlos had no control of his first ejaculation and sent a thick rope straight over Amber's shoulder. Composing himself just enough, he directed the next two streams onto Amber's breasts and face, getting a bullseye in her mouth on the third one.

Daisy had pulled her mouth off Mitch's cock when she heard Carlos's announcement and watched in delight as her friend (eventually) copped his load on her tits and chest.

Dale, meanwhile, had been pushed to edge by the goings-on beside him. He wasn't sure what prompted him to do it but just before he came he pulled out splashed his load onto Daisy's back, some of it getting in her hair. Any disappointment he and Daisy might have felt that he didn't finish off inside her was quickly pushed aside for both as Amber promptly commenced to lick and scrape his jizz off Daisy's back, swallowing some, mixing the rest with Carlos's cum on her chest. And this was all enough for Mitch to tap his replenishing-but-not-quite-there-yet reserves and blow in Daisy's mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of people recovering their breath, moaning quietly, Amber and Daisy giggling a little and, overwhelmingly, the smell of sex and lust.

***

Six months later....

The relay team was a well-oiled, disciplined machine, working harmoniously as one. Daisy's "carrot and stick" approach to their preparation saw the boys triumph in meet after meet.

Team bonding after every competition became the norm, mandatory, in fact. They would never have a "bonding" session after training, only ever after a competition. And that was enough of a "stick" to ensure the boys stayed focused, hit those changeovers, won the comps and got their carrots wet.