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Archive name: Gymnast1.txt
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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Archive name: Gymnast2.txt
Authors name: Anonymous
Story title : "JIM AND THE GYMNASTS" -- (PART 2 OF 2)

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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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