Daisy tried. She tried to swim and complete her hundred laps. But even taking into account her lack of a swimmer's build, it proved to be more difficult than she could have imagined. Thirty laps became forty. Forty became fifty. Fifty became Sixty. But with every lap, every stroke, her arousal grew. Her body was flushed with need. Her concentration diminished.
Need to swim... She told herself. How many laps is this...lost count... She reached for her bare breasts and began a different sort of breast stroke. I...oh...I need to swim, but...buuuuut...
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Princess Daisy stopped in the middle of lap sixty-nine and started to masturbate. Oh, I need to get off! Please, Coach, don't notice. Please...
Her body tensed at the tweet of a whistle.
"Miss Daisy!" Coach Becky shouted. "Keep swimming. You have over thirty laps left!"
Compelled by the whistle, Daisy wanted to cooperate. She looked toward the other end of the pool as Tifa to one side and Chun-Li to her other continued to swim. Need to swim...need to...but, but...
Unable to restrain herself, Daisy reached between her legs and started to masturbate. "I, I can't, Coach! I just can't!"
Coach Becky's lack of sympathy was clear as she roared at the princess. "Miss Daisy, climb out of the pool this instant!"
"Y-Yes, Ma'am!"
As Daisy struggled to make it to a ladder without stopping to jill herself off, Chun-Li huffed and puffed, her face red with lust as she completed the sixty-ninth lap and started her seventieth. Far more fit than Daisy, swimming a long distance wasn't as much of an issue. But swimming a long distance while fighting off a sense of raging, pervasive horniness was a different story.
Nngh...oooh! Chun-Li's pace began to falter, though she fought to keep herself going. She had seen Daisy leave the pool, and she pushed herself. Can't...fail...won't...fail... She made it to lap seventy-five. Eighty. Eighty-five. Her body was on fire with need, and she focused all of her years of martial arts training into maintaining her composure. Can't give in...can't...CAN'T...
Like an overloaded dam reaching its breaking point, Chun-Li's willpower collapsed, and the wave of lust crushed her resistance. The Chinese street fighter grasped one of her tits and began sucking a nipple, eyes rolling up in her head as she stroked at her slit. Yes. YES! Oh, fuck, oh GOD yes yes yes...
A whistle ripped through the air, piercing Chun-Li's sexual reverie. Oh no!
"Miss Chun-Li!" Coach Becky shouted. "You've clearly failed. Out of the pool, now!"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
In the final stretch, only Tifa remained. The first of the three to find the pool and the first to earn the wrath of Coach Becky, she felt like her body was on fire. By lap ninety-five, she she could barely hold herself together. At ninety-six, she screamed in need with every stroke. By lap ninety-eight, she had begun to hallucinate, seeing herself as a prostitute at the Honey Bee Inn. And at lap ninety-nine, she was trying to hump the water itself.
Finally, at the end of lap one-hundred, Tifa grabbed hold of the pool's edge and cried out in a thunderous, water-rippling orgasm that shook her to her core. Exhausted, she fell limp. Oh, thank god. Holy shit, I actually made it...Oh, god...
She heard the sound of the whistle. "Miss Lockhart! That's a hundred laps. Out of the pol now!"
Tifa pulled herself up and out of the water and onto a pair of shaky, exhausted legs. She desperately wanted to sit down, but Coach Becky wouldn't have that. She staggered toward the coach, who stood nearby with Daisy and Chun-Li standing at attention. Both wore lustful expressions, eyes glazed over with need.
"Very good, Miss Lockhart," Coach Becky said. "At least one of you three can follow directions properly when I'm around. Now..."
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