Rachel's lesson

“Captain, please teach me the butterfly stroke!” I bowed my head and starred down at the tiled floor of the natatorium.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” The tall slender body of my swim club captain straightened out in front of me. She grabbed her ponytail with both hands and slowly wrung out the pool water. “Finally taking a real interest in swim club are we.” Her brown eyes starred calmly at my bowed head. I looked up and met her eyes.

“Last swim meet was a disaster. My teammates can barely look at me.” I felt the shame well in my chest as I spoke.

Captain, or Rachel, let go of her hair and began pacing a circle around me. She looked me up and down for a moment before stopping in front of me. Her face remained calm and relaxed.

“Ok.”

“Wait really? You’re not too busy.” I felt flustered at her simple response. She placed her hands on her hips.

“I’m your captain. It’s my job to make sure my teammates are in peak condition for the meets. Since it’s just you and me left for today we can take our time.” She turned and walked over to the benches where our bags were sitting. She unzipped her own and pulled out two pieces of clothing.

“Here put this on.” She casually tossed one of them too me. I unfolded it to reveal a black high cut one piece swim suit. It was similar to the ones the girls on our team wore except way more revealing in the hip and chest area. I turned it around to discover the back formed a thin lace completely exposing the bottom area. My face turned bright red just from holding it. She must have thrown me the wrong one by mistake. I have my own swim trunks anyway. I turned back up to face Rachel and gasped.

“What’s the matter?” Her voice was relaxed as she stood in front of me sporting the same swim suit I was holding. It hugged tightly on her body revealing her slender toned figure. I averted my eyes in embarrassment.

“Hurry up and put on the swim suit so we can get started.”

“Hold on Rachel, I think you gave me the wrong pair by mistake.” I stammered.

“No, I gave you the right one. Your swim trunks would be too restrictive for my training style. I also need to assess your body fully. The glutes and hamstrings in particular are very important to perform a strong dolphin kick.”

She turned around as she spoke displaying her fully revealed buttocks too me. “Take a good look. These results are the kind of results you need to aim for.” She placed two hands under her soft bottom and bounced it up and down in her palms. The rippling muscles of her glutes penetrated her gentle skin. I began to get cold feet.

“But what if someone see’s. I’ll never live it down.” Rachel let go of her bottom and turned back around.

“The other members have already gone home, and the door is locked. Are conditions couldn’t be any more private.” She flipped her ponytail and folded her arms. “But if you would rather practice alone I can leave.”

“Wait, ok I’ll put it on.” This girl was way to bold, it’s not like she didn’t have the body to back it up though. She kept her arms folded and watched me.

“A-aren’t you going to turn around.”

“Is there a point?”

Her tone gave no sign of budging. Reluctantly, I began removing my shorts and t-shirt. When I was down to my underwear I stared up at her again. She nodded. I swallowed and removed my boxers throwing it with the rest of my clothes. Grabbing the swim suit I fumbled with it for a moment trying to find the right hole. Slowly I began sliding my legs through. Once the bottom was on I pulled the latex up to my mid-section and fastened the straps over my shoulders. The suit snapped tight against my body, I wanted to adjust the wedgie but remembered it was designed like that. The real problem was my crotch area. The pressure of the suit plus Rachel’s bare body placed made it hard to focus. I tried thinking sad thoughts, anything to keep my body’s reactions under control.

“Good, stand still while I do an assessment.” Her bare feet squished against the tile as she walked towards me. She stopped one inch in front of me, I could feel the warmth of her skin. She placed a hand on my chest and applied light pressure.

“Umm, is this necessary for swimming?”

“Every muscle is necessary for good swim technique and you seem to be lacking in the pectoral area, here see mine.” She shuffled in closer and pressed her chest against me. The soft smoosh of her breast distracted me from any muscle I was supposed to be feeling. I noticed how cute she was up close, her big eyes starred into mine intently. I turned my head in embarrassment.

“While we’re at it flex your biceps for me.”

“Wait, why?”

“The biceps are crucial for preforming a proper stroke. I need to see where you stand in that area as well.”

Though it was embarrassing she was much more experienced than me so I decided to trust her. I extended my arms and raised them in a flex. My muscles were average for a boy my age, it’s not like I’ve ever seriously worked out or anything.

“Ok, I think I see a bit more of your problem.” Still pressed against me, she raised her own arms. In one motion her slender arms exploded into two firm balls of muscle. She pressed her flexed arms against mine totally dwarfing them in size.

“Notice the build of my arms compared to your own. You need to strive for at least half of this if you want a proper stroke.”

Her words began to poke at my pride. Though she was teaching me, her matter of fact tone felt harsh.

“I just haven’t had as much practice as you.”

“That’s no excuse guppy, and your biceps aren’t the only things lacking. Your triceps and deltoids need a lot more work as well.” Her body was still pressed against mine. The latex of our swimsuits gently rubbed together as she spoke.

“Turn around for me.” She backed up off me and folded her arms. I did as she said and turned around. Then I remembered that this swim suit completely exposed my bottom. I made to turn back around but was stopped by the press of smooth skin against me. She had her own butt pushed against mine.

“As I said earlier your glutes and hamstrings play an important role in a proper butterfly stroke.” She pressed further forward with her butt applying some pressure. “If this is all you got there may not be much I can do.”

“Wait that’s not fair, girl’s butts are just naturally bigger than guys!” I began feeling off balance from the push of her butt against me.

“Yes but this much of a difference in both size and strength is very concerning.” Suddenly her butt propelled forward knocking me off balance. I fell too my hands and knees on the wet tile.

“Don’t worry though, as your captain I have strategies prepared for just these sorts of situations.”

“A-and what sort of situation is this?”

“The kind you’re too weak to stop.”

Before I could react Rachel had one of my arms in her hand. She dropped to the ground beside me. I looked up to see her legs descend over my chest. My arm was pulled down on her crotch with her bare legs laid over my face. I could feel the latex of her suit under me.

“H-hey what are you doing?”

“It’s just a little stretching, pretend you’re doing yoga.” Her hips slowly raised into the air. My arm began to strain under the pressure.

“Wait a minute Rachel—“

My voice broke as her hips shot fully into the air. The pressure to my elbow shot searing pain through my whole body. My arm felt like it was going to snap in half, I tapped her leg in desperation.

“Relax, you’re ok. I’m just getting a feel for how much pain you can take.”

She gently lowered her hips only to explode upwards again. The pain was unbearable, any moment I felt my arm would break. I tried clawing free from the hold with my free hand.

“Stop Rachel, how does this help me swim—“

“Pain is crucial to progress. As your captain it’s my job to guide weak little teammates like you towards the path of success.” She kept her hips raised as she spoke causing tears of pain to fill my eyes. “No crying guppy, you asked for my help remember? If you took your training more seriously you would be able to escape.” Through my tears for only a moment I noticed a small smile creep on my captain’s lips.

“W-wait a minute, are you enjoying this?”

Her expression clouded over. In a flash she removed her legs from my chest and dropped my arm. My momentary relief was interrupted by her weight dropping onto my stomach. I gasped in pain and strained my head to see her now straddling my abdomen. She softly placed her hands on my chest.

“Y-you’re just projecting. You’re a boy so it’s normal for you to react to a girl being this close to you.” I starred up dumbly as she spoke. Her body laid over me so were belly to belly, at the same time her legs crept between my own.

“H-hey if someone saw us like this they might get the wrong idea—“

In an instant my legs were forcefully separated. I gasped in pain and made a move to free myself only to have her hands slam my wrist to the ground trapping them.

“What was that? All I see is an undisciplined teammate receiving some much needed lessons.” The way she phrased that was way too suspicious. This wasn’t swim training and we both knew it.

“Y-you know what it think? I think being swim captain must be stressful. That on top of your school work must take a lot out of you—“

“H-hey guppy like I said this is all about preparing your body to grow stronger.” Through her usual seriousness I heard her voice break.

“C-come on captain, you saw that I was vulnerable and took advantage of it. Making me wear a girl’s swimsuit, comparing muscles to humiliate me, putting me in holds you know I’m too weak to escape. All while pretending that you’re teaching me something. This is just b-bullying and you’re enjoying every second of it.” I gasped out through my words. “I-t must be fun lying on top of someone weaker than you. W-while you torture and humiliate them for fun—“

My words were cut off by vicious burst of pressure, I saw Rachel’s butt squeeze tight as she stretched my legs out.

“S-so you think you have me all figured out huh?” The usual tone of the captain was replaced by what sounded like a nervous schoolgirl. “You just don’t know what it’s like. I never get any time to myself, its either school work or swim practice.” Her legs were solid as steel between my own. She couldn’t look me in the eye as she spoke.

“T-that sounds pretty rough, maybe I can help.” I jerked my body as I spoke, desperate to get free.

“You really can’t escape can you? Even though I have bigger muscles than you part of me thought you were holding back because I’m a girl.”

“N-no I really can’t get away.” She finally made eye contact with me and smiled.

“Then maybe you can help.” She tapped her fingers on my wrist. “You were right about what you said earlier, the opportunity you gave me was too good to pass up." She flipped back her ponytail. "How about I use your body to relive some more stress, and then I can give you some private lessons afterwards.” Finally the pressure in my legs let up as Rachel slid her legs from between them. She sat up on my stomach and rested her hands on my chest.

“Hey that’s not very captain like, you may have had me fooled in the beginning but now that I know, what’s the point?”

“I-it’s not like you have a choice guppy.” She gave me a light slap across the cheek. Though it didn’t hurt I noticed a flex in her arm displaying that it could if she wanted it to. “Roll on your stomach for me.”

Even with her break in character I still felt in my best interest to do what she said. She stood up from me and I turned over on my stomach.

“So what now captain?”

“Don’t speak so casually, I’m the one in charge here.” she huffed slightly irritated. “Now I’ll work your spine.”

I felt the squish of her backside as she plopped on to my back. She slid her hands under my chin and clenched them together. Slowly she began pulling up causing a strain to my back and neck. Goosebumps flared on my skin.

“Wait I’m not so sure about this.” My chest was now pulled between her bare legs with my arms trapped behind me. I angled my hand to tap her thigh in submission. “L-let’s try a different hold, I promise I won’t complain.” Through my pleas I felt Rachel’s breathing grow heavy on my head.

“You’re completely helpless aren’t you?”

“Yes we went o-over that already.”

“Wow, that’s pretty exciting.” Still holding up my chin she brought her face close to mine. “Could you squirm a little? You’re in danger you know.”

Her words were plenty motivation. I began kicking my arms and legs from under her. At first it was because she told me too, soon though I began squirming for real as the pain began to mount.

“Yeah like that, ohh man that looks painful.” She pulled full force on my back with a huge grin on her face. “You look so cute flailing around in your sexy little swim suit.” A dribble of drool fell from my mouth as I gave in to the pain.

“Please I’m begging you.”

“Really, that doesn’t sound like begging.”

“Please Rachel, you’re too strong, you’re going to break my back.”

“I don’t know. What will you do for me to stop?”

My mind went blank. I didn’t have a clue what she could want.

“I-I don’t know, but whatever you want I’ll do it. Just p-please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Hmmm, you sound sincere enough. But let’s see if you can back it up.”

Her hands let go of my chin and I fell to the ground with a thud. She stood up from my back and starred down at me.

“Ok roll over on your back again.” She kicked me in the sides a few times.
I groaned and did as she said. Once on my back I starred up in anticipation.

“Say ahh.”

“Huh?”

Still standing over me, Rachel began making a gurgling sound with her throat. My eyes widened as she started slushing saliva around her mouth. I panicked as she produced a slow lugi from her lips and let it drip towards my face. Instinctively, I turned my head letting it land on my cheek.

“Bad move guppy.” Right where the saliva had landed Rachel landed a swift kick. Stars exploded in my vision and I groaned in pain. Before I could make any other moves Rachel stepped over my chest and plopped down knocking the wind out of me, I was unable to speak.

“You’re too weak to disobey me, haven’t you learned that yet?” She inched her legs back and bent forward giving me a view of her chest, the black latex of her swim suit hugged tightly on her skin.

“Since you’re as bad at catching as you are at swimming, I’ll make it easier for you.” Still bent over me, Rachel began swishing another lugi in her mouth. I wanted to gag at the thought of having to swallow her spit. As if sensing my hesitation she placed an arm on my neck and began to push down. She starred in total seriousness as I began to choke out. Her arm was rock solid, like a steel bar on my throat. Her toned bicep was in clear view. I began to feel light headed. No longer having a choice, I opened my mouth wide. She dropped another long strand of saliva, this time landing it straight into my mouth. I closed my lips and winced at the warm sensation. She smiled and removed her arm from my throat. Sitting up, she made a slow deliberate swallow motion and rubbed her belly. Getting the message, I swallowed her wad reopened my mouth taking a deep breath.

“Such a dirty little boy, you look so erotic getting ravaged by your captain like this.”

“Can that please be it, I know I don’t have a say anymore but can you at least have mercy on your teammate?”

“Why? Aren’t you having fun serving your new goddess?” She brought both her arm up and began flexing once more. I grew pale knowing what they could do to me.

“Oh my god look how scared you just got, you should see yourself.” Still flexing she began to laugh. “If you don’t want to be hurt any more than be a good boy and serve me.”

She stood up from my chest and paced around towards my head. Crouching down next to me she brought her bicep close to my mouth. Out of fear I leaned up and began kissing her muscle. She patted my head as I did.

“I like you much better this way. You have no idea how therapeutic this is.” She switched arms allowing me to continue on her other bicep.

“Looks like you finally learning your place, from now on I want to be pampered like this. And when I’m satisfied I’ll teach you some swimming techniques.”

She removed her bicep from my mouth and stepped over me.

“And when I’m feeling especially stressed I’ll torture you a little.”

I opened my mouth to speak only to meet Rachel’s butt as it smooshed on my face. She held my arms down leaving me with only my feet to squirm with.

“Feel that pressure, that’s what hard work will get you. Don’t worry I won’t knock you out.”

She periodically raised her butt allowing me to breathe before dropping it down again. I grew dazed at the repeated suffocation. My senses dulled and my body grew limp as she pushed me closer to the edge. Finally satisfied Rachel lifted up her butt and turned, sitting back down on my chest

“Wow you feel so nice soft under me, did you enjoy my butt?” I slowly nodded. Rachel smiled and flipped back her ponytail. Scooting back even more she laid her body over mine again. Our swim suits squeaked as they rubbed against each other. She pushed her chest into me and starred into my eyes.

“So what am I guppy?” She danced her finger around my chest.

“Y-you’re my goddess.” I felt embarrassed saying that out loud but it didn’t feel like the wrong answer.

“Good boy.” She rewarded me with a small kiss on the cheek. Still dazed from being suffocated I barely felt it. “I didn’t like you very much since you joined the team because you were a slacker. But seeing you like this makes me pretty happy. I guess it’s a good thing you never trained your body.”

She lifted her chest a few inches and dropped down knocking some more air out of me. My face grunted from the pressure. She smiled and gave my cheek a few pats.

“Alright that’ll be all for today.” She stood up from me and adjusted her swimsuit. “I was honestly feeling too stressed to give you any real lessons today. But now that your mine I guess I have no choice.” She grabbed her bag and began making her way for the door, turning her hips at me as she walked. “You can keep the swim suit. Make sure you stay after practice tomorrow for some more private lessons.” After saying that, she unlocked the door and made her way for the girl’s locker room.

I felt a mixture of fear and anticipation. All I wanted to do was learn a swimming stroke. I didn’t expect to end up in some sort of twisted relationship. Sure I could just quit the club and avoid her. But I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t somewhat excited to see her tomorrow. I was stuck between wanting to resist and wanting to give in. I changed back into my normal clothes and left through the back door, clutching tightly to the swim suit in my hand.