Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2021 23:54:40 +0000
From: gymcoachnj@tutanota.com
Subject: "Brooke: A Hotter Judge = A Higher Score"

"A Hotter Gymnastics Judge = A Higher Score"
A Short Fictional Fantasy
By N.J. English

© 2021 All Rights Reserved

DISCLAIMER: The following story is completely fictional in nature and does
not describe any real people, places or situations. The following content
is sexually explicit in nature, and if such material offends you or is
illegal for you to view, please discontinue reading and destroy now.

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It's bright and early on a Sunday morning, we're three rotations into the
Maryland state championships. This competition is very important, as it is
the only chance for the gymnasts to score high enough to qualify for the
regional championships. If they don't reach that benchmark score, this will
be their last competition of this season.

We're on the floor exercise, one of my favorite events. It requires a
combination of grace, speed, power, flexibility and strength. It truly is
the epitome of girls' gymnastics. My girls have been doing well so far, and
they're all on track to qualify for regionals. I couldn't be more proud.

The last gymnast to go on the floor is Brooke. Brooke's a cute little
blonde. She can't stand more than 4' 5", and she's as skinny as a rail. Her
body is one to be envied, flat as a board with just the tiniest curves. But
packed into those 70 pounds is a ton of muscle and power. It's Brooke's
turn, so she goes to stand by the corner of the floor exercise. I'm
standing next to her, quietly passing along encouraging remarks. I can see
that she's visibly nervous. She's shaking a little bit, and you can see the
goosebumps on her arms. I stand behind her, put my hands on the outside of
her arms, and rub up and down her arms in an attempt to warm her up and
calm her down.

"You can do this - you've done amazing all day, and floor is your last
event."

"Coach, I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, your body is very talented, and it knows exactly what to
do, even if you're a little scared."

At this moment, the chief judge on floor raises his hand, indicating his
readiness. Brooke raises both her arms up and out to the side, and walks
out onto the floor to take her starting pose. I choreographed all of these
floor routines, so I've put myself in the perfect position to get an
amazing look at Brooke's opening pose. She starts standing with her legs
together. Taking her right leg out to the side, she slides into a slight
straddle, her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. Finally she
takes her arm, crosses them above her head, and bends forward ninety
degrees at the hips. From where I am, both the judge and I have a great
view of her eleven-year-old body, fully bent over in her tight pink
leotard. As she bends over, her leotard creeps up into her butt, and fully
outlines her private parts. I don't know if it's because she's nervous or
something, but her young pussy is almost bursting through the leotard. You
can literally see everything she's got, right through the leotard.

Before her music comes on, she reaches both hands back to her butt cheeks,
pulls the leotard out of her ass, and releases it with a loud snap. Hearing
the snap gets me excited, because it sounds just like someone spanked her,
and I can't even tell you, looking at that tight butt, how much I'd love to
spank her.

The music comes on. Brooke's floor music isn't like your classical, slow
ballet number. It's more of an upbeat, sultry hip-hop sound. She begins to
bounce around the floor through a series of leaps, jumps and tumbling
passes. In between all of the difficult technical skills, she takes some
time to shake that tight little preteen ass to the music. I know that I
can't be the only one that's getting turned on watching this floor
routine. For a moment, I think about all of the dads in the audience that
are probably seeing this, and what they're thinking about Brooke. Then I
get even more turned on wondering what they're thinking about their own
daughters, parading around in leotards just as tight as Brooke's. Then I
get even more turned on thinking about what I would do to their daughters,
parading around like that, showing off their undeveloped curves, but their
already well-developed flirtation skills.

Back to the floor exercise. Brooke executes her routine with near-flawless
technique. As someone who's been coaching for the better part of a decade,
I only was able to see small form issues. Nothing major, no falls, and hit
all of the composition requirements.

She finishes her final tumbling pass, and is dancing her last little bit of
choreography, which finishes up with some cheeky hip movements, again
finishing with her tight little ass facing the judging panel. She hits the
final pose and she's all smile from ear to ear. She runs right in my
direction and she jumps up, wrapping her arms and legs around me for the
tightest hug I've ever received. I feel her warm body press against me, and
I'm both happy for her performance, and excited to have my hands on her
body right now. She jumps down and we wait for a moment to see what the
score's going to be.

Her name comes across the LED screen, and there's the score, an 8.25. WHAT?
It's not anywhere near as high as it should be. There must be some type of
mistake. An 8.25 won't even qualify her for the regional championships.

I don't normally do this, but I decide to start an official review of the
routine. There's only certain types of judging decisions that can be
changed, but I hope for the best. I hope, for Brooke's sake, that when the
judges look at a video replay of this routine, there will be some gleaming
error that they'll correct. I'm really hoping.

In all reality, though, it won't be another hour or so before we get the
results of the review, the judges will have ample time to consider their
decisions.

Gymnastics judges are just like others in positions of power - they can be
swayed, persuaded to reconsider their actions, judgments and decisions. I'm
trying to think of a way to sway this judging panel in Brooke's favor. I
have a quick thought - what better way to convince them to give Brooke a
higher score than Brooke herself. I'll have her put on a little bit of that
cutesy charm, flash them a quick smile, and they'll love her.

"Brooke, come here really quick."

"Yeah, coach?"

"Why don't you take a quick walk over to the judges' area, and have a quick
chat with the chief floor judge. Just see if he needs anything, ask him how
he's doing and smile a lot."

"Okay, I'll go talk with him."

She begins to walk over to the judges' area, and she starts talking with
the floor judge. It looks like it's going well; they're both smiling, their
body language looks positive. Brooke grabs them both a bottle of water out
of a cooler. I have to walk away for a little bit to watch another gymnast
on the vault.

###

I'm walking around, trying to find the meet director to see if I can get
the results of the review, and I can't find the meet director. I'm
searching around, because really, I'd love to go back to my hotel room at
some point. I'm exhausted.

I walk through the judges' area, and aside from a few judges finishing up
some paperwork, nothing. I start opening doors, I don't even know where I
am in this building anymore. I'm walking into the "medical" room. It
doesn't look like there's anyone at all in here. I keep walking through,
and finally I hear some chatter. I peek my head around the corner, and -
HOLY FUCK. It's Brooke. Brooke, the chief floor judge, and the meet
director. Now I'm not stupid. I know what's happening.

I watch as Brooke takes the belt off of the floor judge, an attractive man,
probably in his mid-thirties. He's so tall, and Brooke barely has to bend
over to put her small hands on his raging hard cock. She take both hands to
the long shaft, and starts pumping back and forth. I'd hate to say it, but
watching her from afar, it looks like she's done this before - many
times. She looks like a professional. She spits on his cock a little bit,
and keeps going to work on the floor judge. Around the corner, I'm rock
hard, and I've already got my cock out of my pants, and I'm jerking off
from where nobody can see or hear me. I'm imagining that it's my cock in
her hands.

Up until now, the meet director is just watching the two of them as she
feels herself up. The meet director is actually a bit younger, couldn't be
more than twenty-five. She sneaks one hand up her white blouse and her
other hand down her tight navy-blue dress pants, rubbing her pussy while
she watches.

It's then that the meet director walks around to the back of Brooke. While
Brooke's still tugging away at the judge's hard dick, the meet director
begins to kiss the back of Brooke's neck from behind her. She lets her
hands slide around Brooke's body, feeling her nonexistent chest, her
stomach, and her muscular thighs. The director slips her hands under the
shoulder straps of Brooke's leotard and begins to lower it. In no time at
all, she's got Brooke completely naked. The meet director and judge
exchange a smile and a knowing wink, and the floor judge lays back onto a
massage table, Brooke takes no pause, jumps up and straddles him. The judge
is giving her instructions on how to suck his cock, and she willingly
complies. This isn't what I had in mind when I thought she was going to be
cute for a better score, but if this doesn't get her one, I don't know what
will. She's got her small mouth slobbering all over his cock, and his eyes
are rolling into the back of his head. He's in heaven, who wouldn't be.

The meet director slips off her pants, and slides her way onto the massage
table as well. But she's not interested in the floor judge. She slides
herself in between Brooke's spread little pasty white legs. Just like that,
without any hesitation, she pulls Brooke's hips down onto her face, and
she's licking the tight, sweet little pussy of my young gymnast. What got
me the most, though, is how much Brooke was loving it. Brooke probably had
never done this before, and she wouldn't have known to moan, but she did,
and she did loudly. Just the sheer amount of sexual pleasure that she was
feeling overwhelmed her. Again, she was shaking, but this time it wasn't
due to nervousness. It was pure ecstasy.

Again the judges were looking to reposition themselves, and I had to assume
that this time, their goal was to fuck her. But just as they were moving,
there was an announcement over the P.A. system.

"Attention all coaches and gymnasts: the awards ceremony for session two of
the Show Stopper Invitational will begin in five minutes."

I knew the judges would have to attend that, so I quickly and vigorously
masturbated, shot my load on the floor in the medical room, and I
power-walked out and away, not making eye contact with anyone that passed
me, holding my coaching notebook over my crotch so that nobody could see I
was still hard.

Sure enough, when we got to the final results, Brooke took first place. You
could see the smile on her face as she accepted that gold medal from the
meet director, who minutes prior, had her tongue virtually inside of little
Brooke. They both knew it, and they were both loving it. After a long,
satisfying day of gymnastics, it was finally time to go back to the hotel.

###

I get back to my hotel room with my bag and notebook in tote, and I drop
everything and throw myself onto the bed. Honestly, I couldn't care about
anything other than going to sleep. It's only 9:45pm, but I'm exhausted
from a long day of competition. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths,
and I begin to drift off to sleep.

I had the most perfect dream that night: a dream of course about Brooke. I
dreamed that she'd knocked on my hotel room door in a bikini, a tight
little yellow bikini. Brooke had beautiful blonde hair, fair white skin,
and freckles on her cheeks, just the way you'd expect to see. And this was
the tightest yellow bikini I've ever seen. It must've been meant for
toddlers because Brooke's tight little body was stretching it to its limit.

"Brooke, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me get that first-place score."

"Brooke, I didn't do anything. You did all the work."  She doesn't know
that I saw everything.

"But really, coach, it's only thanks to you that they reviewed the score."

She starts to walk forward into my hotel room, and I don't know what to do.

"You really shouldn't be in here by yourself."

"I know."

Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the look of determination in her
eyes. I'm not used to seeing this side of Brooke, but now that I know what
she's capable of, my body wants her. Just like she did for the floor judge,
her hands are inside the waistband of my sweatpants, and she's pulling them
down.

"Take them off" she tells me. Who am I to not listen to her? I take my
pants off, and my cock is hard before I can even get the pants past my
knees. I stand, thinking that she's going to jerk me off like she did the
judge before, but she's got something else entirely in mind.

"Nuh-uh." She removes her bikini entirely, and I look at the incredible
physical specimen that's standing before me. There's not a single
imperfection on her body. Her tight and lean musculature is the perfect
frame for her tiny nipples, her six-pack abs, and her strong legs. With her
just standing there, I can see the tight pink slit that sits between her
legs. Whether it's from the pool or from what's happening right now, she's
dripping wet.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, and she starts to dance. At first, I'm
still feeling nervous, but as I keep watching, I love it. I'm one hundred
percent into it. She's dancing in a very burlesque fashion, squatting,
spreading her legs to reveal her young private parts. Before I know it, she
walks over to me and starts dancing on me. She stands in front of me and
turns around so that her perfect little ass is right in front of me. She
bends over, sitting down on my lap.

"A little excited?"

"You have no idea."

She starts to gyrate her hips on my cock, and she's eating every moment
up. She throws her hair over her shoulder, and she looks back at me. I
can't even focus. I feel like I'm in heaven.

She turns around and wraps her legs around me, a lot like our hug at the
competition earlier. Only this time, we're both naked. She bounces on top
of me. I'm not inside of her yet, but I want to be inside of her so much
that it's physically painful.

"I want to take you right now, Brooke."  She doesn't respond to me, but she
jumps off and climbs past me to the bed. When I turn around, she's on all
fours, legs spread wide, holding onto one butt cheek with her right hand,
looking back at me. Fuck. I see her perfect pink pussy and that tiny
asshole, and there's no going back now. I grab her hips with both hands,
and I pull her pussy back, sliding my cock inside of her. And her body
accepts me like it's been waiting for this. Her body wants this. She's so
sexy. After a few pumps into her abdomen, she looks back at me.

"Putt it in my butt, Coach."

"Your butt? There's no way, it'll be too tight. It'll hurt you."

"I don't care. I've never done it before, and I want you to put your cock
inside my butt."

I spit on my finger a little and I rub my index finger around her right
asshole. I push my index finger inside her butt, and just like I thought,
it's tight as fuck. She's clearly in some pain, but she doesn't say
anything. I finger her ass for a little bit. As she starts to get used to
the feeling, I swap my finger for my cock without even telling her.

She lets out a cry like she'd just been hit by a car.

"Shit, are you okay?"

She's in tears, sobbing. Through the tears, she tells me to keep fucking
her.

"Ah, fuck. Fuck me coach. Take advantage of my tight preteen body."

I'm so horny. I can't control myself. I push Brooke's face down into the
sheets with my left hand as I pull her body further back into mine with my
right. I'm so deep in her little ass, and she's experiencing both pain and
pleasure, and she's moaning through the tears.

"Cum inside of me, Coach."

I can't even say anything I'm so in the moment, but I'm going to. Any
second now. I keep pumping into her tight little ass. It might even be
bleeding a little bit from my hard cock stretching it out. As she continues
to moan, I reach my breaking point, and I shoot a huge load of cum into her
butt.

###

It's then that I wake up from the dream. My cock is hard, and to be honest,
I'm kind of glad it was only a dream. I don't know I'd have been able to
get away with something like that. I pack up my luggage and make my way
down to the lobby to check out and head back home.

As I'm checking out, I see Brooke and her family in the lobby. Her mom,
dad, and older sister all looking at me, Brooke decides to chat.

"Hey Coach, you look a little tired. How'd you sleep last night?" She
smiles and winks at me, and in that moment, I'm not sure if what happened
was actually a dream.