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Authors name: Anonymous
Story Title : "Jim and the Gymnasts" (Part 1 of 2)
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My name is Jim, and I am almost 20 years old.
This is my story, how I got into trouble doing what
comes natural! I had just finished with my freshman
year at college, returning home to a summer job at the
local YMCA. Gymnastics had always been a major focus
of my life, and the Y needed someone who could teach
the kids some vaults and floor routines. They only
needed me for a few days each week, so I managed to get
a few more hours working as a lifeguard at our com-
munity pool.
I also managed to rekindle an old flame of mine
from High School, Karen, who lived down the street from
me. We had dated for a little over a year as Juniors,
but she didn't want to see me after I got impatient
with her. She just didn't want to go all the way. Now,
necking and copping a feel are nice, but I wanted it
all. Maybe this summer would be different, I hoped,
especially since her parents were on a trip to Europe
for three weeks. Karen also worked at the pool, which
was a block away from our development.
We tried to see each other during that first
week, but our schedules didn't match up well. The other
problem was in the form of her little sister, Becky,
who was just eleven. Karen was told by her parents
never to let Becky out of her sight while they were
gone. Becky was a pretty girl for a fifth grader, but
she was a bit mischievous, and Karen had to take her to
the pool while she worked, and to the store, etc. Of
course this didn't leave any time for us to be alone
together. When I dropped by Karen's place Friday night,
she had sent Becky to bed early for being a pest at the
pool, and I started making my moves.
We sat down together on the couch, watching the
tube, while talking about our first week home. I began
by describing my gymnastics coaching job.
"It's not too bad," I began, "the kids are full
of energy, and a big part of the job is channeling it
into tumbles and vaults. There're only ten girls in my
class, and after I showed them who's boss, they listen
to instructions."
"Hey Jim," Karen asked,"is there any chance you
could squeeze my sister into the class? I'd love to
have some time to myself for a change. I'm sure Mom and
Dad will pay for it when they get back."
"Sure, why not. One more kid won't be any
trouble," I replied, "and anyway, she probably has some
friends there. All the girls are right around her age.
She might really enjoy gymnastics --- she looks like
she's in good shape." I was hoping to score some points
with Karen, dreaming of scoring more than points with
her over the next few weeks.
"And would you really mind hanging out here
after class with her?" she asked, "When I'm working at
the pool, it's always 'Karen this and Karen that.'
She's a pain for me, but I'm her big sister -- she
wouldn't cause any trouble for you, her new coach.
Please, Jim? Just for a couple of hours until my shift
is done. I desperately need some peace away from her."
"Don't worry about it Karen," I agreed, "I'll
drive her home after practice and catch some rays in
the afternoon in your back yard. In fact, I like being
away from my parents as much as possible, and this will
give me an excuse." I knew that Karen would owe me big
time for this!
"You're great, Jim!" she cheered, leaning over
to give me a kiss on the cheek. I returned the kiss
with one of my own, right on her lips, trying to stir
some long dead embers of desire. She resisted slightly
at first in shock, but then responded by parting her
lips, allowing my tongue to dart through them teasing-
ly. We continued for a while and then broke the kiss,
staring at each other in surprise.
"Boy, Jim, I had almost forgotten what a good
kisser you are," she whispered. "But remember, I don't
feel like I'm ready for...well, you know."
DAMN! I thought to myself. I'll just have to
give it some time to break down her defenses. "It's
OK," I lied, "we can just fool around for awhile. I
won't pressure you." Like hell I won't, I snickered
inwardly with lust. I slowly put my arm around her,
cradling her shoulder with my hand as I drew her body
closer. "You're so beautiful, Karen," I whispered into
her ear, grazing her sensitive lobe with my lips. She
responded with a shudder and repressed a giggle as she
breathlessly thanked me.
I resumed our necking, moving my hand lower
down off her shoulder, letting it rest lightly upon her
right tit. Applying a gentle squeeze, I noticed that
she had filled out a bit up top since High School. Un-
fortunately, her hips and ass had filled out a bit as
well, as she fell victim to the "freshman 20" increase
in weight. She really was a gorgeous girl, though,
with a face of a model and long flowing brown hair. Her
eyes were hazel, and they betrayed her innocence. 'Why
won't she go all the way?' I wondered. 'Karen must be
driving the guys at college crazy too!'
She didn't seem to mind my hand working on her
breast. In fact her kisses became more passionate, and
her chest rose and fell in time with her rapid breath-
ing. I decided to take a chance. I slowly moved my
left hand over to her lap, cupping her inner thigh.
Still no protest. While my tongue danced with hers, I
moved my left hand up her thigh until the side of my
index finger was pressed against her denim covered
crotch. To my amazement, she parted her legs further,
letting me apply greater pressure with my whole hand. I
began to move it hard up and down against her, wishing
those jeans would melt away from the heat of her pussy.
We kept it up for a few minutes,as she began to
moan through our kisses. "Touch me, Karen," I begged,
taking her left hand in mine, placing it on the hardon
under my shorts. "Oh, Jim...Please... Don't... I don't
know..." she pleaded, but her hand remained where I had
placed it, as though it acted on its own beyond her
conscious control. She began to squeeze my aching cock,
and I returned the favor by pushing and rubbing even
harder against her crotch.
As I kissed her and nibbled on her ear, my eyes
feasted upon my hands roaming over this beautiful crea-
ture. Then I thought I saw something move down the
hallway out of the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes
into slits and turned slightly to look in that direc-
tion. I had seen something move! It was Karen's little
sister Becky spying on us. I could just make out her
head and upper body as she knelt on the carpet, peering
around her doorway. For some reason I didn't say a
thing to Karen about her sister down the darkened hall-
way. I didn't really want to interrupt the progress I
was making, but there was something else.... I was kind
of getting turned on having this little girl watching
us.
Karen was oblivious to our silent spy, with her
eyes closed and her head back. Now I lifted my right
hand up and snuck it down the front of her tee shirt
through the neck, sliding it under her bra until I was
kneading her bare tittie flesh and tweaking that firm
nipple with my fingers. Karen seemed to be enjoying
this so much that she didn't even protest. I stole
another furtive glance down the hall, keeping my mouth
on her ear as my nearly closed eyes adjusted to the
light. Becky was still there, and her body seemed to
be rocking very slightly. I could make out the silho-
uette of her right arm as it was moving up and down.
Little Becky was actually getting turned on by our
petting session, and it appeared as though she was
involved in some petting of her own!
I couldn't believe that this little eleven year
old girl could be turned on like this. What was harder
to believe was that I was getting hot thinking about
it. Here I had some nice "C" size tits to feel, and I
was thinking about this little girl -- hell, she just
barely had the beginnings of breasts. She was cute
though, with short blond hair and blue eyes, and like I
had told Karen, her body was in good shape. In fact,
all of the girls in my class worked out, and their legs
and young butts were toned and firm. None of them even
approached the spread that Karen had at 19. They looked
so nice and firm when they jumped around and giggled.
Jeez, I thought, now I'm starting to fantasize about
my gymnastics students!
I tried to avoid thinking about young firm
nymphs, and returned to Karen's adult body. Reaching up
slowly, I began to unsnap her jeans, and in one quick
motion I forced the zipper down halfway until it was
stopped by the fold in the fabric. Unfortunately, this
had the same effect on Karen as throwing a bucket of
cold water on her. She immediately froze up, straight-
ened up on the couch and zipped back up, removing her
hand from my lap in the process. Shit! I screwed up,
trying to move to fast.
"Hey now, Jim," she protested,"I told you about
that!" "I just wanted to touch you, that's all, I
swear!" I said.
"Well, I don't think I want THAT kind of touch-
ing," she scolded, "It might lead to other things, and
my little sister is in the house. She might walk right
in on us, and she doesn't know anything about this yet.
It would really upset her, and she'd tell Mom and Dad."
'Like Hell she would be upset to see those
other things,' I thought, as I noticed she had scurried
back into her room. "OK," I conceded, "I'm sorry. It's
just that I was getting kinda worked up." I showed
Karen my best pouting puppy dog face.
"That's all right, Jim," she continued, "but
remember, I only want to go so far, and you'll have to
respect that. I think you should go now. But thanks
again for watching Becky for me. I'll do you a favor
some time in return when she's not around." A smirk
spread across her face during this last sentence, and
she reached over to give my cock a firm squeeze.
"Oh, yeah!" I moaned, "I can't wait!"
That night I wacked off like never before, but
images of little Becky kept racing into my head, slowly
taking off her clothes and frigging herself. I couldn't
stop it. The next day I stopped by Karen's house to
pick Becky up for her first day of gymnastics. Karen
had invited me over for breakfast, which she made in
the kitchen while I talked to Becky about the class in
the living room. Her blue eyes seemed brighter than
ever as she looked at me adoringly.
"What sort of things do you teach us?" she
asked. "Can we learn how to do headstands? I can do
cartwheels already -- here, watch!" She was so tiny
that she could actually do a cartwheel right in the
living room without kicking anything over. "Can you
show me how to do a handstand?"
"Sure, it just takes practice," I said, feeling
guilty for admiring her young form as she spun around.
She wore loose nylon shorts that rode up on the turn,
revealing the white of her panties. She was beginning
to develop just slightly, and I noticed those perky
little pre-pubescent titties under her tight fitting
shirt.
"Show me, please?" she asked, bending down to
place her weight on her hands while kicking her legs
up. Over she went, right on her back as quickly as she
began.
"You have to learn how to balance your weight
by arching your back, keeping your head up, and using
your legs as counterbalances," I instructed. "Here, try
again, and this time I'll hold you." As she bent down
and kicked up, I knelt down at her right side, so I
could keep her from falling either forward or back with
my hands. My hands landed right at her midsection, the
right one on her firm bottom, and the left right above
her crotch, holding her bare thighs. She swayed back
and forth as I tried to arch her back. Then she sudden-
ly lost her balance, and my left hand reacted to hold
her up by pushing right against her pussy. I felt her
convulse slightly at my touch as she regained her
balance again, easing my hand's pressure.
She was doing fine now, staying up without my
help, but she started losing it again after a few
seconds. Again I pushed against her crotch, but this
time I positioned my middle finger directly along that
pouting slit which I distinctly felt through her light
weight shorts. It was as though a bolt of electricity
hit her, as she involuntarily drew her knees toward her
stomach, clamping down on my hand with her thighs, let-
ting out a giggle as I let her down. "EWWW, that
TICKLES!" she mewed.
"OK, you two, breakfast is ready," Karen an-
nounced from the kitchen. I shot Becky a wink and help-
ed her up. Over breakfast I couldn't hear a thing Karen
said, as my thoughts were on what just happened. Becky
just stared into my eyes with a little grin every time
her sister wasn't looking. This was driving me nuts,
and I felt a raging hardon grow in my shorts. She
certainly was a mischievous little girl, I thought, and
knew that I had to try and control myself.
When Becky and I drove to the Y, I felt
extremely self conscious. She must have felt the same
way, because neither of us said a thing the whole way.
My eyes kept wandering down to her legs as she sat next
to me. I think she caught me looking at them once. Then
she scrunched down a bitand drew her knees up, placing
the balls of her feet on the edge of the car seat. This
had the result of pushing her shorts up tightly into
her crotch, and she began to open and close her knees,
leaving them open longer than closed. I could see the
edges of her panties now, and I felt my temperature
rising again. She was obviously showing off for me, the
little vixen.
At class Becky ran over to three other girls
her age, and they were chirping and squealing back and
forth. I began to notice these girls with new eyes now,
and also saw that some of them were noticing me back.
They had probably been doing that since the beginning
of classes, but it never even occurred to me that they
were attracted to older guys. As we did our warm-up
stretching I admired them all, looking at the develop-
ing curves of the twelve year olds, and the coltish
forms of the 10 and 11 year olds. God, I thought, I
must be going crazy thinking about the bodies of these
girls, none of whom were even teenagers yet!
I began to wonder whether any of them even had
pubic hair yet, and imagined that the four 12 year olds
just might. Half of them wore light shorts like Becky,
while the others had bought tights of various bright
colors. I always had them face me in two lines as we
stretched, and while glancing down at each of them I
saw something VERY interesting on one of the "older"
girls. There was a very tiny hole in the seam of her
tights, right at her crotch, and I could make out a
trace of pink, and it wasn't pink panties. She did
always want to be in the front row, and maybe she was
flashing for me. When I looked up to her face, she had
a huge grin as she had seen me look. Quickly I turned
away flushed, and changed the stretch to a standing
side twist.
There was some commotion in the back as Becky
whispered something into her friend's ear, motioning
toward one of the girls wearing shorts in the front
row. When I stretched to the side and back, looking
away, one of the girls let out a loud shriek. My head
spun around to find the girl in the front row with her
shorts and panties at her ankles, desperately trying to
pull them up. It was too late. I saw a thin, wispy
line of slightly curling brown hair barely covering the
edges of this poor girls cunt, and all of the other
girls were laughing and giggling hysterically. She
finally got them up to her waist and turned around at
the girls behind her demanding to know who did it. No
one said a thing, and I yelled at the entire back row,
forcing them to do laps around the gym while the other
girls practiced vaulting over the horse.
I had a feeling it was Becky's idea to give me
the show, but I couldn't be certain. Two of the girls
in the front apologized for the others, saying it was a
common prank at school to yank down other's shorts in
front of the boys, and that boys did it to each other
too. I continued on nonchalantly with the vaulting
practice, spotting the girls as they flew airborne over
the horse to the mat towards me. It never had occurred
to me before today how wonderful their young bodies
felt as I steadied their landing. I was actually trying
to cop feels on them, very quickly, hoping they
wouldn't notice anything.
The next girl in line was Jessica, the one I
had noticed with the little hole in the tights. My lust
crazed mind took control as I announced we would try a
leg split over the horse next. She bounded off the
bounce board, spreading her legs wide as she jumped,
and I could distinctly see her sweet young pink pussy
lips spread slightly. On her landing I moved with her,
catching her crotch with my hand, then releasing it
quickly.
She immediately ran back around and budged into
the middle of the line. When it was her turn again, I
knew she liked the contact, so again I caught her at
the crotch. As I gently let her down, I slid my middle
finger up along the hole, brushing it against her bare
pussy. She almost collapsed from the touch and giggled
as she ran back, again pushing her way in front of the
youngest girls. This time I slid my finger into her
tights, making it obvious to her what I was doing,
gently nudging the tip of my finger between her slit
and rubbing her tiny clit for almost 3 seconds. Her
pussy was wet and warm, and it wasn't just sweat I was
feeling.
I was starting to get a hard-on by this time,
and decided that we should call it a day. Jessica pro-
tested the loudest, but I gave her a smile and a wink,
which promised more to come at our next class. The
girls who were doing laps didn't mind the shorter
session at all, and Becky was quite a stinky, sweaty
mess when we returned to the house.
"I really need a shower, Jim," she shouted,
disappearing into her room. I turned on the TV and sat
on the couch, looking down the hall to her partly open
bedroom door, imagining her stripping out of her
clothes. The bathroom was right across the hall from
her room, and I wondered whether she would streak
across in the buff. "Don't peek, now, Jim!" she half-
heartedly warned, sounding more like an announcement to
let me know she was coming.
Quickly she darted across the hall completely naked,
her tan lines prominent, and I drank in her young form.
She definitely had little titties growing, with tiny
pink nipples, but her body was completely hairless. As
she pranced past , she looked over at me staring right
at her. "You peeked!" she shouted excitedly. "Sorry,
Becky," I said, "but I couldn't resist looking at such
a sexy girl." Her giggle in return to this comment let
me know that I'd spoken magic words to her young ears.
I waited there until I heard the shower stop,
hoping to get another glance. The bathroom door opened,
and she stuck her head around the corner of the door to
see if I was still there. "This time I have a towel,"
she said. "Oh, darn," I replied. Becky slowly walked
into the hallway, and tried to look sexy by facing me
with her hips jutted to one side. She held the towel to
cover her front, and smiling, spun around as she re-
turned to her room, letting me see her bare back and
bottom, looking over her shoulder at me. "You're
naughty, Becky," I kidded. "I know," she shouted.
"Do you really think I'm sexy, Jim?" she asked
from her room, "I mean, like my sister? You really
like her, don't you?"
"Well, the answer is yes to both questions,
Becky," I replied. "You are in great shape, and you
probably turn on all the boys in your class."
"The boys at school are all jerks," she yelled,
"they're so immature. So you really think I have a nice
body? I started growing up top--did you see? Not like
fat old Karen, though, not yet."
"I think they're great just the way they are,"
I honestly reassured her.
"Hey, Jim, I have a sexy nighty that's really
lacy. You wanna see me model it for you?" She was be-
coming confident and bold now.
"Yeah, I'd love to see it." My heart was racing
with anticipation, and my mind was torn between pro-
priety and lust for this little preteen queen. She
gracefully and seductively strolled out of her room
wearing a virtually transparent top that ended just
above a matching pair of bikini panties. She was a
knockout, for an eleven year old girl, and she scored a
TKO with me.
"You wanna try that headstand again Beckster?"
I asked with a naughty grin, giving her a pet nickname.
I was hoping to get a good look at those pink nipples,
knowing that her top would fall back when she was up-
side down. Feeling her butt and pussy lips through
hose thin panties would also be a major treat.
"Let's go!" she quickly answered, bending over
and kicking her legs up and arching her back as I had
instructed. Sure enough, that lacy top of hers fell
back, bunching up around her armpits, revealing those
adorable little titties. She didn't seem to be aware of
the show I was getting, but given her recently display-
ed propensity for exhibitionism, she may have known
exactly what she was doing. I really think she was be-
ginning to feel her balance on her own, but she fell
back just the same.
Looking up at me with a twinkle in her eyes,
she asked, "Could you steady my balance again, like
before?" She emphasized her last word, making it clear
that she enjoyed that 'tickle' my fingers gave her.
"All right, let's try it again," I said, going
to my knees by her side, ready to grab that firm young
flesh. When she attempted the headstand again, I was
ready, planting my hands on her warm buns and crotch. I
could tell she was purposely losing her balance toward
my left hand, the one that was cupping her pussy though
the panties. I looked down at her little bumps for tits
longing to suck on those tiny nipples.
I began to ever so slightly rub the underside
of my middle finger along the length of her pouting
pussy lips. She responded by opening her legs and fall-
ing back harder against my hand. I got a bit braver,
easing my hand down to the waistband, and I was sliding
my hand under them when I heard some footsteps in the
driveway.
"Damn!" I murmured under my breath, "Beckster,
I think Karen's coming back early --- you better hurry
up and change!"
In a flash she was down, scurrying down the
hall into her room, slamming her door. I barely made
it back to the couch when Karen walked in. "Hi Jim,"
she said, "I started feeling a bit sick. I think I've
been getting too much sun too fast. How was Becky?"
"She was great!" I answered, dreaming how great
she could have been if I'd had a little more time. I
looked at Karen, thinking that I wasn't nearly as turn-
ed on by her body as I had been just a few days before.
Something changed within me, and I felt ashamed for
lusting after Becky and her young friends. I don't know
what it was, but something about the way Becky carried
herself, the way she looked at me, or maybe it was just
me. I was hooked on that kid, I don't think I wanted to
be, but all I seemed to think about now, was having sex
with Becky. My guilty feelings were receding, and my
lust for the young girl was growing.
"Hi Karen," Becky said, emerging from her room
dressed in shorts and shirt again. "Mind if I call
Jessica? I'll use the phone in Mom and Dad's room to
leave you two alone."
"Sure," Karen said, and I was struck by the
three syllables that spelled 'Jessica,' remembering how
I had fingered her twat through the hole in her tights
earlier. She must be a friend of Becky's, I realized.
Birds of a feather, I thought to myself, smiling
inwardly.
Karen and I talked for a while, and right when
I was about to leave, Becky came out to say good-bye,
shaking my hand rather formally. When she took my hand,
I could feel a small folded up note being pressed into
my palm. I took it secretly and shoved it quickly into
my pocket, kissing Karen on the cheek as I left.
Walking back to my house up the street, I un-
folded and read little Becky's note:
Dear Jim, Jessica told me she really likes you.
She wants to play a game she read about called
strip poker. Can we? PLEASE?? She'll walk down
from the pool after class on Monday. Please say
it's OK! We haven't seen a boy without clothes
on -- and you might see us naked too. Bet it
would be fun! It will be our secret!!,
"BECKSTER"
I couldn't believe my eyes. These two girls were
incredibly naughty and horney! I started getting
worried that they'd start blabbing about it to their
friends, but she did mention that part about keeping it
secret.
Later that night I walked out of the house,
telling my parents I was meeting some of the other life
guards for a little party. Instead I walked behind
into the woods and ran down behind Karen and Becky's
house, wanting to see if I could peek into Becky's
window for a look. I was hooked on her small young
body, and I needed another fix. What the hell am I
doing, I don't think I know anymore...
CONTINUED IN PART TWO...
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