Four-leaf swing door

My father was a famous athlete and later a coach. Rowing took up most of his life. I couldn't help but follow in his footsteps. Since childhood, I spent all my time at the rowing canal, observing, learning. By the age of 18, I had achieved certain results in rowing, becoming a candidate for master of sports, but that's where all my athletic achievements ended. A severe sprain in my left arm put an end to my sports career, but I wasn't about to give up. I enrolled in a coaching school, studied diligently, and received my coaching certificate. My father was working at the federation of water sports by then, so I

easily got a group of younger kids.

Two years flew by unnoticed. There were some successes. Maybe that's why, or maybe Dad helped, but soon I was assigned to coach an older group.

"Here, Natalya, these are your charges now," said the senior coach, leading me to four sturdy, muscular guys. "Work with them."

I glanced at my new wards and immediately understood that good results could be achieved with them. The senior coach introduced us. The tall, slender blond was named Sergey, the dark-haired, handsome guy of average height with big, kind eyes was Volodya, the short, stocky one with protruding ears and a small, upturned nose was Andrey, and finally, Mikhail—a real gym rat. His muscles bulged from under his t-shirt. They all stared at me spellbound, not fully grasping yet that this petite, brown-eyed beauty would be their coach.

Of course, I exaggerated about the beauty part, but I didn't consider myself ugly either. Golden hair cascading over my shoulders, blue expressive eyes, fairly full lips, and a figure—168 centimeters of perfect, not an ounce of fat, body. I definitely made an impression. They didn't even listen to Dmitry Ivanovich, staring at me dumbfounded. But that was only on the first day.

Then the usual routine set in, and all four young men felt my grip firsthand. At first, of course, they teased me a bit, though not maliciously, more affectionately. I caught their interested glances, and it felt very pleasant because in their company, I felt like a real queen. Gradually, the teasing stopped, they got more into the process, and by the end of training, they were sometimes so tired that I thought they were ready to tear me apart, let alone flirt. Our relationship became purely professional, and I even sometimes missed their attention as a woman. I was just over twenty-three, they were about the same, and considering that I liked each of the rowers in their own way, I wanted to get positive feedback from our interactions.

Only much later did I learn that all of them had fallen for me from the very first day, but to avoid harming our training, they agreed among themselves to exclude personal relationships. But I didn't know that. Their indifference even started to bother me.

A month passed. Our sporting successes became more noticeable. On the 1000-meter distance, we even overtook the club's recognized leaders in a training run. But then, some shifts occurred in personal relationships too. First, Sergey invited me to sit in a cafe, but I demonstratively refused. Then Mikhail showed persistence, inviting me to a boxing match his older brother was participating in, but again, I didn't find time to meet. Invitations became more frequent; even Volodya once showed me two theater tickets, inviting me to accompany him, but I don't like such events at all, so he also failed.

"What's this, you're hanging out with one, then another?" my friend asked me.

"These are my future champions," I replied, seeing the glint of envy in her eyes.

"And which one is yours?" she persisted, not suspecting that "mine" might not be among them. "Who are you fucking?"

"They are all mine, and I love them all equally," I answered, calming her runaway imagination.

"What a fool, Natashka. Such guys, and you're hesitating."

My friend's questions made me think. What am I wasting time for? Trying to figure myself out, I mentally assessed each rower. Each was good in their own way, but to fall in love... To fuck—that's another matter, especially since I hadn't had anyone for a long time.

Actually, I liked Volodya more than the others, but fate had other plans. Sergey had a car, not 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 with him, but things didn't go beyond kisses. That day, he also drove me home, stopping around the corner, and went in for a kiss.

Somehow, his hand crept under my t-shirt, impatient fingers slid the bra strap off my shoulder, freeing my breast. When he squeezed my nipple, a barely perceptible shiver of excitement ran through my body. And he noticed it, deeply plunging his tongue into my mouth. I trembled, feeling a treacherous languor, but at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to cross the final line. Then he himself shoved my hand under his trousers, and I was pleasantly surprised to find a large, tension-swollen cock there. That finished me off completely.

"Take it, take it," Sergey burned my ear with a hot whisper.

Simultaneously, his hand rested on my neck, bending my head down. And I couldn't resist. A moment later, his excited cock entered my heated throat. I gently wrapped my lips around it, and my tongue moved chaotically in different directions, lustfully licking its pulsating head. It was a wonderful sensation, especially since I hadn't had anyone in the last few months. There's nothing more pleasant than feeling the desired flesh of a tension-trembling cock with your lips. I sucked him like a madwoman, while he, quietly moaning, kneaded my breasts. The powerful release of cum at first took my breath away, but I courageously took it all without a trace and held it in my mouth, feeling the pulsations of the tense flesh fade.

After that incident, I noticed Sergey looking somewhat condescendingly at the other guys, although in public, I continued to treat him as before. Only now, sometimes my attention was directed differently than before. I was eager to find out what kind of endowment Misha had with his powerful build. Could everything about him be just as big and powerful? The chance to check this didn't take long to present itself.

As usual after training, the guys disappeared into the shower. I lingered a bit, and when I was going to the women's section, I completely accidentally peeked into the neighboring door. It was quiet there, only water was running in one of the stalls. "Probably forgot to turn off the tap," I thought, looking into the locker room. No one was there either, and I boldly opened the shower door. Naked Mikhail, like Apollo, stood under the streams of cold water, arms spread, eyes closed. None of the other guys were there. Obviously, he heard the entrance door creak because he suddenly turned sharply, and our eyes met. I froze, rooted to the spot, struck by the rather impressive sight, and he immediately took advantage of it.

"Natasha!" he whispered ecstatically with wet lips, and before I could come to my senses, I was in his embrace.

My clothes instantly got wet, and he tore them off me, showering my entire body with kisses. His lips slid over it, searching for the most intimate points. Kneeling, he buried his head in my crotch, forcing me to spread my legs wider. I felt the touch of his tongue, which licked my clitoris, confidently parting my labia. He puffed like a steam engine, and from his chest, hoarse, drawn-out groans escaped from time to time. Who would have thought this gave him pleasure.

I thought he would, on the contrary, smear me on the floor, crush me with his mass, pierce me with his cock, but as it turned out, it wasn't his most formidable weapon. Meeting no resistance, Mikhail lifted me in his arms and carefully impaled me on it, and from the first try, without missing. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I hung on his cock, admiring the athletic forms of my lover. They, unlike the size of his cock, were impressive. Muscles rolled under tanned, smooth skin. Although Mikhail's cock wasn't large, he managed to bring me to orgasm, came himself with a loud, drawn-out groan, almost dropping me on the mosaic floor.

So I got to know another one of my wards and now occasionally fucked either with Seryozha or with Misha, continuing to meet with the others as well. However, not just meet. It didn't even take a week before Andrey became my third lover. Once after another walk, we went to his tiny room, which served as a workshop, and there, behind a large canvas, I gave myself to him on a rickety, wobbly cot, managing to get smeared with paint in the process. He was persistent, and I couldn't resist when, after drinking a cup of coffee with cognac, he threw me onto this bed, almost tearing my panties.

He wasn't the most attractive of them all, but he possessed incredible endurance and, most importantly, an impressive, thick cock. After Misha's "little tail," I was almost speechless when he drove it into me, pinning me to the cot. At first, it was even painful, but then, after the first orgasm I experienced, I liked it, and while he fucked me, turning me onto my stomach, then on my side, then on my back again, I managed to come three more times. I left him only towards morning, barely standing on cottony legs. Try believing first impressions after that.

Now I had to be even more careful to avoid trouble. Luckily, the guys weren't particularly demanding, and I myself alternated our meetings. They still hid our relationships from each other and asked me not to advertise them either. All this suited me.

Meanwhile, our training continued, and the guys noticeably progressed, exhausting themselves in training, which I saw as my merit. Republican competitions were to take place in a month, and I had the right to expect success. Only Volodya worried me. We sometimes met, but he, as before, was passive and didn't strive for closeness. Often, I caught his thoughtful glances, in which one could read anything, up to love. Maybe he really fell in love? After each meeting, kissing him goodbye, I noticed how he blushed, became embarrassed, not knowing how to behave. I had to take the initiative into my own hands.

Once, rescheduling a meeting with Mikhail, I intercepted him near the institute where he was a fourth-year student, and we went for a walk. In the park, on a remote bench, we kissed, and I truly got aroused, even reached for his fly, noticing how it bulged, but he immediately jumped up, walked away a few meters, and stood with his head down.

"Let's get a boat, I'll take you for a ride," his voice reached me.

A free boat was found, and half an hour later, we were already sailing along the river, which took us beyond the park. I undressed to my swimsuit, lay down on the stern, putting my charms right under his nose, but he continued to row silently, turning away from time to time, as if afraid of me.

"It's so hot...," I drawled. "Why aren't you undressing?"

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

"And further?" I egged him on.

"I don't have swim trunks," he admitted, blushing.

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

With these words, I pulled off my bra top, noting with satisfaction how a suspicious bulge appeared in his lower abdomen. Thank God! I was starting to wonder if he was gay. Volodya continued to row, eyes downcast, but I saw how he struggled with himself, experiencing a tormenting desire to get a good look at my breasts. And there was something to look at, I knew that.

My breasts aren't big, but beautifully shaped, with neat, slightly brownish nipples that had already begun to harden against my will. Unable to bear his seeming indifference, I, as if accidentally, touched his crotch with my fingertips. The hard-as-a-rock cock twitched at my touch. Volodya gasped convulsively and lowered the oars. I truly marveled at his patience. I was practically offering myself to him. Couldn't he see.

"What, don't you want me?" I couldn't stand it.

"Natasha, what are you saying? Of course, I want to," his voice grew hoarse with excitement. "How could one not want a girl like you? But I can't," he added immediately.

I almost fell off the bench. To humiliate myself like that. Offering a guy to fuck, and he says, "I can't."

"Why can't you?" I finally squeezed out, overcoming the indignation overwhelming me.

"You see, the guys and I agreed that no one with you," he hesitated mid-sentence, "that no one... well, you understand? Only friendly relations."

"Silly," I burst out laughing, almost telling him that I had long been fucking his friends, who turned out to be not as scrupulous and honest as he was.

Volodya frowned, and it seemed to me he was about to cry. Plopping onto my knees, I leaned over him, unbuttoned his trousers, and almost forcibly pulled them off. His underpants bulged provocatively, indicating the extreme degree of arousal of my fourth rower.

"Come to me," I called him, barely coping with excitement and feeling a treacherous tremor in my voice.

Returning to my bench, I threw an inviting glance at Volodya and, grabbing the elastic 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, parched lips pressed against my legs. His kisses, at first timid and short, gradually became longer and hotter. Trembling hands caressed my body. It seemed he still didn't believe in his happiness.

"I want you so much, so much," his whisper reached me.

"Me too," I sighed, moaned, spreading my thighs and pressing his head to me.

Our boat froze in the middle of the river, carried towards the shore by a weak current. Hot breath burned my crotch. Burying his nose in my light pubic curls, Volodya clumsily touched my protruding clitoris with his tongue. Leaning back, I braced my hands on the rear bench and spread my thighs wider, giving him way. His trembling fingers touched my labia, trying to part them. His tongue dove into the hot cave. I moaned, closing my eyes with pleasure, and felt a hot wave of desire enveloping my entire body. This went on for several minutes, and when I was ready to ask him to finally take me, his cock confidently invaded my womb, parting the walls of my vagina. I even cried out in surprise and closed my eyes again, which had opened for a moment. His cock wasn't small, moreover, it was hard and knotty. Its head pressed against my cervix, and I almost lost consciousness from delight.

"Wow!?" someone's voice suddenly reached me. "Need help?"

Opening my eyes, I saw another boat with three guys on board about three meters from us. Two of them, with sensual delight, mouths agape, stared at us; the third sat at the oars. His broad shoulders seemed painfully familiar. Volodya flinched, obviously also caught off guard. His hands reached for the trousers lying at the bottom of the boat, and at that very moment, the guy at the oars turned around. It was Mikhail. His eyes popped out, the oars froze above the water, gradually lowering.

"What are you scared of?" the same guy shouted, "we only offered help."

At the same moment, their boat jerked forward, almost knocking the "helper" into the river. Recovering from amazement, Misha rowed with all his might in anger and, without looking back, drove the boat further.

Volodya was no less shocked than I was. His cock deflated instantly, like a balloon.

"What now?" he asked a minute later.

I just shrugged. What else can you say in such a situation. The main thing was that I didn't even manage to come properly. We got dressed, not looking at each other, and returned to the park's boat dock.

The next day, none of the guys came to training. All four phones were silent. In