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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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Authors name: Anonymous
Story title : "JIM AND THE GYMNASTS" -- (PART 2 OF 2)
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This story contains pedifile fantasy, oral and vaginal
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I found a great place to peek through little
Becky's bedroom window, right between a pair of tall
shrubs that hid my presence from the street. Her
window was open, so I had to be very quiet as I looked
through a break in the curtains. There she was, and
right on time, beginning to take off her clothes. I
stood there wondering what was wrong with me, how
could I be standing here peeping at an 11 year old
girl. Then I remembered her note, and the way she
moves when she walks, and I knew why I was doing this,
I was hooked on her. Guilty feeling aside, I just
couldn't help myself,this little girl really knew what
buttons to push, and I was really looking forward to
tomorrow.
As she stood in front of the mirror on the back
of her door, she reached down to pull her shirt over
her head. I could see her bare back come into view,
and the angle was such that I could see one of her
little eleven year old tits in the mirror. She didn't
bother to wear a bra, because her underdeveloped
breasts just barely stood out an inch or two, but I
thought they were a few inches of heaven.
Becky turned to look at her top in profile,
thrusting out her chest to make her breasts look
larger. They had an unmistakable form already, sort of
like flat cones with little pink pebble-sized nipples.
While standing sideways, she reached up with her small
hands to cup them from underneath, squeezing them
slightly and ending the squeeze by pinching those cute
nipples between her fingers. Her head went back and
her mouth opened a little, letting out a muffled gasp
in reaction to the tingle from her nips.
Becky seemed really proud of her new assets,
turning back and forth to study them further in the
mirror. I was losing control and had to unzip my
shorts, extracting my swollen cock for a good stroking
session during this show. Next off were her shorts and
panties in one move, revealing her pale round bottom.
She almost looked like a boy from behind, with no
noticeable womanly curves at all, and I was thrilled
by the sight of her totally naked young body in the
mirror. Again she turned from side to side, trying to
look sexy by placing her hands on her hips and jutting
them to the left and then to the right.
Oh, that sweet little girl slit! There wasn't a
single hair growing down there yet, and somehow the
baldness of it turned me on more than the bush of an
older girl. When she turned in profile, it pouched out
a bit from her crotch, and I remembered how my hand
had been pressing against that forbidden spot earlier.
Becky seemed to remember that touch as well, lowering
her right hand to her pussy lips as her left one
massaged her tit. I saw her hips rotating in small
circles while her middle finger rubbed against the top
of her slit, and my own hips started moving also, in
a thrusting motion as I increased the pace of my jerk-
ing off. Even though I was in an excited state, the
thought kept popping into my head that, here I am,
almost 20 years old, and I'm behind an 11 year olds
house beating off, thinking about having sex with her.
Suddenly Becky fell back onto her bed, spreading
her tiny muscular legs far apart. I saw her hips rise
and fall in time with her quickening hand. Becky's
mouth was forming some words, and I listened intently,
hearing her little girl's voice breathing, "Touch me
Jim, Oh Jimmy, hold me there..." This was music to my
ears -- no, more like an erotic symphony. She really
DID like my advances earlier, and it was obvious she
wanted more.
I was nearly cumming from this sight, but then it
got even better. She reached over to her nightstand
and grabbed her hair brush, lowering it in a flash to
her reddened pussy. I had heard of girls using the
handle of a brush as a dildo before, but never imagin-
ed that such a young girl would use one. Would she
actually stick it in that tiny crevice? The answer was
clear as she used both hands to position the brush
handle towards her opening, and eased its tip between
her lips, entering just barely inside.
"Wow, this girl is horny," I thought as she began
to slowly move the brush in a pumping motion, lifting
her hips completely off the bed with each push. "Ohhhh
Ugggh...Jimmyyyy, yesss!" she whispered, and then fell
back still, having penetrated her slit to the hilt a
few dozen times. This brought me over the edge, and I
shot my jism onto the side of the house.
Sneaking back to my house I replayed that scene
in my mind over and over,longing to be a brush handle.
I couldn't wait until Monday afternoon, hoping I could
show little Becky how much better my dick would feel
pumping into her cunt.
Becky and her co-conspirator Jessica were full of
energy that Monday during practice as we started on
some floor routines. Jessica was wearing shorts this
time, and she came up to me during a break. "My mother
took my tights to get them fixed," she giggled softly,
"but you might get a good show this afternoon!" skip-
ping away after this remark. I became a bit worried
about this secret rendezvous with these little girls,
and I spoke to Becky when she walked by.
"Hey Beckster," I whispered, "are you really
sure our game is a good idea?"
She looked disappointed and begged into my ear
softly, "Oh, PLEASE? It'll be fun -- we won't tell, I
promise!"
"Well, OK," I responded, feeling relieved and
excited at the same time by the thought of our planned
strip poker game. "Goody!" she whispered back. I
counted the minutes until the end of practice. On the
way back to the house in the car, Becky slid over next
to me. I reached down and patted her smooth thigh,
talking about how much progress she was making in
class. My hand stayed still for a while, cupping her
small inner thigh, and Becky's only reaction was to
open her legs and edge down the seat, forcing my touch
nearer to her crotch. All too soon we were back at the
house.
The moment had come, as Becky and I waited for
Jessica to sneak down from the pool. I knew that her
sister Karen had to work her entire shift this time,
because she was the only guard on duty Mondays. Becky
found a deck of cards and began to shuffle them on the
floor, looking up at me with a devilish grin. "You'll
have to tell us which hand beats which," she said,
"we've only played poker twice before." "I'll be glad
to," I replied, knowing I could fix this game rather
easily.
Jessica knocked at the door, then let herself in,
running over to us shouting, "Let's start!" I could
make out a dark colored bikini top under her shirt,
knowing she was purposely adding a few layers of
clothes for the game, probably feeling nervous about
being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
"Should we make the game a bit more interesting,
girls?" I asked.
"What do ya mean?" Becky asked.
"Well, the winner is the one who still has some
clothes on, on that person gets to tell the losers to
do anything he or she wants them to do."
"Oh my gosh," Jessica said, looking worried.
"Come on, Jess," Becky said confidently, "you
said you'd play." Then she got up on her knees and
whispered something into her friend's ear. Jessica
turned deep red and started to giggle uncontrollably
in response. I wondered what request had been made by
Becky, having a good idea given her natural naughti-
ness.
Very little in the way of rules was discussed,
other than my cursory description of what hand beats
what. Of course I said I would inform them of some
more intricate, and utterly nonsensical, exceptions
along the way. I knew I could make them believe that a
face card of a certain suit combined with a seven,
say, beats a pair.
Now I was wondering how the outcome could be
manipulated. I had a feeling that Jessica would
really enjoy the winner's role, telling Becky and I to
do various things. As the hands went by I was betting
on her young mind's naughty imagination. Breaking the
nervous suspense, I "happened" to lose my shoes and
shirt in the first few hands. Both girls seemed duly
impressed with my upper body, staring at my chest.
It was my turn to stare next, as Becky haltingly
removed her top. My eyes reacquainted themselves with
that pair of budding prepubescent titties. She blush-
ed deeply and tried to sit up straight to augment her
barely developing wares. Becky appeared proud after a
while, finding my admiring glances rather flattering.
Next into view were Jessica's breasts, slightly
fuller than Becky's, but still barely mounds capped
with raisin-like nipples. She had dark hair and skin
tone, looking almost like a little Indian princess,
sitting, well, Indian style.
Jessica held her poker hand high, using her
wrists to block my view until Becky reached over and
forced them down. "That's not fair!" Becky admonished
her friend, "you have to show it all." While pushing
her arms down, Becky's wrist grazed Jessica's right
tit, and it jiggled quickly from the sudden contact.
That kinetic energy was somehow transmitted through
the air, causing a pulsating "jiggle" in my cock.
After a while we were all stripped down to just
one item of clothing each, Becky in tiny pink panties,
Jessica wearing her bikini bottoms, and me in my tent-
ed out jockeys. There was a palpable tension in the
room as the next hand was played. Becky lost legiti-
mately, and I said, "Well, this is it Beckster, let's
see the show!" Jessica was giggling non-stop at her
friend's predicament, involuntarily rubbing her thighs
together in auto stimulation.
"Wait..." Becky said, standing up, "Jim, I don't
have any ... well... any hair down there yet. Promise
you won't laugh at me, OK?"
"Hey Beckster," I said reassuringly, "all the
better to see you without the hair in the way."
She smiled at this and looked down to her thumbs
as they slid under the elastic of the only garment
separating her from total nakedness. She was sort of
a tease, easing her panties down her slight hips,
pausing right at the top of her little girl slit.
Then, Whoosh, off they slid, and she extended her arms
out proudly, standing two feet in front of my leering
eyes, her panties bunched up at her ankles.
Jessica seemed almost as interested as I was,
looking a bit turned on herself by Becky's unashamed
display of skin. "Wow, Beckster," I stammered, "you
sure do look sexy!" I could even smell her preteen
juices, almost tasting the pungent aroma from that
budding young flower's nectar. She turned slowly,
doing a fashion model's 360, wearing nothing but tan
lines. Haute-couture at its finest!
She sat down, staring at my underwear's tent
pole, and said, "Well, let's see who's next." It was
just giggles, giggles, giggles, as these naughty 11
year olds reacted to my obvious erection.
I lost the next hand, purposely discarding a pair
of Jacks, hoping that my own Jack would become a Jack-
in-the-box. Standing up I enjoyed myself, living out
a flasher's greatest dream come true. I lowered my
jockeys off, displaying my raging hardon in front of
these two wide eyed little girls. "Oh, my gosh," said
Jessica in shock, "it's so big."(sorry, but I couldn't
resist the classic line of juvenile journalism) I
wasn't really very big at all, at just under six
inches, but why bother telling these innocents the
truth.
"Well, Jessica, you won," I reminded her, "what
should we do?" My anticipation was coursing through
every neuron.
"Ummm..." she began, "first you have to lie down
on your back and let us touch it." A good start, I
thought, as I followed her command. Both girls knelt
beside me, and Becky was the first to touch my dick's
head with her index finger, making it lurch. Quickly
she withdrew her finger,almost like the apes in "2001"
touching a forbidden but alluring object for the first
time.
"Lookee!" she shrieked, "it moved!"
"Try holding it," I instructed, "it likes to be
held tightly and petted." I thought they might get
over some fear if they thought about my cock as having
pet-like qualities. Sure enough, Becky reached out
with her tiny hand and circled my cock with her
fingers, squeezing gently. "Like this?" she asked
tentatively. "Yeah, oh, that's better," I confirmed,
"Why don't you try, Jess?" She reached over and
nudged Becky's clinging fingers away, grasping it
firmly. Then, seemingly by instinct, she began to rub
me up and down. "Uggh, Jess, that's it..." I moaned.
After a while Becky got impatient, asking, "Hey
Jessica, now what?" I saw her give Jessica a little
wink with that question.
"OK," Jessica began, "Now Becky has to lie down
and let Jim touch her breasts. And you have to kiss
her too." 'Have to,' I thought?? Becky quickly lay
back with her eyes closed, shivering with nervousness.
I knelt over her and kissed her on the nose, then the
cheek, then right on her lips, reaching over to fondle
her tiny titties. They were so soft to the touch, and
the only skin I could really hold were her little
nipples, squeezing them as I continued our kiss.
Her breathing increased rapidly as I saw her
stomach muscles twitching in a near giggle from de-
light. "Now touch her vagina," Jessica clinically
demanded. "Like you did to me in class!" She had a big
grin on her face, and I knew that she had told Becky
about my lecherous groping. No protest from my side.
I ran my fingers down her smooth stomach, inching
it closer to her secret place. Using the underside of
my index finger, I traversed the length of that little
slit, up and down, watching as Becky's thighs opened
and closed rhythmically. Spreading her lips, the tip
on my finger sought out her sensitive, waiting clit.
Becky let out a gasp and then sucked in hard, almost
as if I were drowning her in pleasure. Her hips pushed
off the floor, making greater contact with my finger
as it moved in little circles around that tiny harden-
ed button.
"More, do it again, ohhh..." Becky was loving
this, as was I. I could feel her little girl juices
lubricating her opening. "Now kiss her all over,"
Jessica said almost in a whisper, "Even d-down there."
I looked over at her watching us, and she had her own
hand inside her bikini bottoms, rubbing herself. I was
quick to comply, kissing each nipple in turn, sucking
on them and darting my tongue around their perimeter.
My finger moved lower as I eased the tip of my middle
finger just inside her tight cunt, and Becky let out
an audible grunt, bucking her hips off the floor.
I lowered my head to her now steaming slit and
buried my face between her open legs, darting my
tongue up and down, imitating the moves of my finger.
She was on fire now, gently cradling my head in her
hands, saying, "Ohhh, Jimmy, that f-feels so gooood,
kiss me t-there!"
I felt like a superman of pleasure to this inex-
perienced little girl, loving the power that my mouth
exerted over her. Not wanting to leave Jessica out, I
reached over and slid my hand down her to her pussy,
pushing her own hand out of the way. Not wasting any
time with her preheated pussy, I pushed my finger
right up her inlet, feeling her thighs clamp down on
my hand as her head went back. "Oh, my gawd, push it
in, harder!" she pleaded.
My middle finger pushed and wormed its way all
the way to my second knuckle, curling my finger toward
her front, exerting pressure along that tight inner
wall. Now, I always could chew gum and walk at the
same time, so my tongue darted up inside Becky's hole
as well, and her tight young cunt squeezed down around
it on each thrust. Both girls were huffing and gyrat-
ing fiercely, lost in their separate new found plea-
sures.
Suddenly I broke away from them both, and with a
smirk I asked, "Uh, Jess, is there anything else you
can think of for Becky and I to try?"
Becky shot right up and leaned over to her
friend's ear, whispering her request. Like a DJ of
lust, Jessica said, "M-maybe you could lie back. Keep
your eyes closed. OK, now Becky, you get on top." I
knew this was it. Becky was obviously tired of her
hairbrush, and wanted to try the thing that little
girls their age whisper about. I felt her legs
straddle my waist, and then I felt her reach down with
both hands to position my cock head toward her opening.
"Ugggh, unnnhhh, oh, uhhh..." she grunted as the
tip of my cock edged its way past her pussy lips, just
inside. She was determined and tried forcing herself
down again on it, getting my dick a little further in.
The pressure was incredible around my cock head, and a
bit painful as well. I couldn't imagine how I was go-
ing to fully fuck this little girl, or rather, how she
was going to fuck me.
I couldn't resist looking any longer, and I rais-
ed my head up and nearly fainted from the sight of my
proportionately gigantic cock pushing her tight outer
lips inward with each of her downward thrusts. Both
Becky and Jessica were too enthralled with this, to
even notice I was watching. "I'll dooo ittt, just a
l-little more, UUGGHHHH!" Becky cried out as my cock
pushed deep within her, stopped by the end of her love
tunnel, with just an inch of my dick left outside.
"Yesss, oh, GOD, Beckster, you did it!!" I
applauded her in lustful appreciation. I reached down
and grabbed her waist, beginning to take the lead in
our forbidden dance. Thrusting very slowly, I felt the
walls of her cunt easing up their vice-like grip, ad-
justing to my cock buried inside.
"Does it f-feel OK, Becky?" I asked.
"Y-yeah, it's starting to feel... uhhhhh... yeah,
Ugghhh, yesss..." she sighed, losing control of her
speech, concentrating on wave after wave of orgasmic
ripples from the tips of her toes to the top of her
head. Her practice with the hairbrush was obviously
paying off, and she bucked back in time against my
strengthening thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, do it...harder...FUCK MEEE!" Hear-
ing this from her eleven year old lips sent me over
the edge, and I pulled out of her, spraying a geyser
of hot jism up along her stomach and tiny titties.
"Oh, Becky, look!" cried Jessica in amazement,
watching my eruption.
Then all of a sudden... "GODDAMMIT!, WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU DOING, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!"
Oh God, there was Karen standing in the door, red
faced and screeming at me! "OH SHIT!"
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Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed the ride along pre-
teen fantasy lane. I'll try to dredge up some other
stories from the depths of my perverse imagination.
(Hey JoWolf, this story was for you, but I couldn't
get in)
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