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And take a moment to let an author know if you liked their work. ------------------------------------------------------- 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... _______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 2