Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2021 15:29:58 +0100 (CET)
From: gymcoachnj@tutanota.com
Subject: "Megan: Fun Between Practices"

"Megan: Fun Between Practices"
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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I can't think of anything worse than summer gymnastics practices. It's hot,
the gym is impossible to keep cool, I'm always sweating. Because it's the
summer, and the girls don't have school, they practice even more than
usual. Once on Mondays and Wednesdays, and twice on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. It's a lot of gymnastics. We're almost done the morning
practice, and the girls are working on splits to finish up. The girls have
been struggling with flexibility, so these extra splits have been helping.

I'm glancing around the room as the girls stretch, and you can just see the
exhaustion on their faces. Their faces are flushed of color, their hair is
a mess, and their bodies are ready to give out from underneath of
them. There's something very attractive about seeing them in this
disheveled state, about them being so physically exhausted that they can
barely move, barely walk. My mind races with all of the scenarios in which
I could have one of them alone, unable to walk, unable to move, unable to
resist.

I have to shake the thoughts out of my head as the girls line up in front
of me and the two other coaches. Typically, to end every practice, the
girls line up in front of the coaches, and one (or more) of us addresses
the group, either with an observation from the practice, or some
information about an upcoming competition, or some general advice that the
girls seem to be lacking lately.

One of the other coaches looks to me, as if asking me if I'd like to
speak. I usually don't give these end-of-practice speeches, but if nobody
else wants to talk, I certainly can.

"Girls . . . Something that I'm always noticing is that everyone's always
beating themselves up mentally and emotionally when you don't have the
perfect practice. Just a heads up, you're never going to have a perfect
practice. The trick is to practice a little self-compassion. To extend the
same kindness and love to yourself that you would a loved one, or a small
child. Treat yourself not as a failure, but as a work-in-progress. The
truth is, everyone here is a beautiful, young, talented girl. Otherwise,
you wouldn't be on this team. I know it's tough, but you have to try to be
nicer to yourself."

As I say that word "beautiful" their eyes light up. I do this every now and
then, slip in a word that I really shouldn't be using to describe preteen
girls, because I know it'll make them smile, and I know it'll give them
that excited, unsure feeling inside of them. Sometimes I'll call one of
them "cute" or I'll complement the leotard that they're wearing, or the
shorts that their wearing. It lets them know that I'm looking at them, and
they get excited thinking about me noticing their cuteness, or the shorts
that their wearing.

As the girls walk out, I'm chatting with the other coaches, I'm explaining
that I don't really feel like even going home, because I just have to turn
around and come back later in the day.

"Just come over to our house. We're only about fifteen minutes away."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"Oh please, I'm sure the girls would love to have you over. We're just
going to eat lunch, maybe go for a quick swim in the pool, and then it'll
be time to get them back to the gym."

"Ah, that sounds . . . Well, that sounds amazing."

"Perfect!"

###

I'm following their silver SUV down the road, and I'm thinking about being
at their house. I feel bad thinking about my coworker's daughters, but what
am I supposed to do? She's got three cute little girls, ages ten, eleven
and thirteen. Megan, the thirteen-year-old, is the one that catches your
attention first. Years of gymnastics has served her young body well,
because she's as tight as they come. Her small chest has just started to
develop, but is still beautifully flat. Her stomach is so toned, her
abdomen so firm. Then you see her legs. They've got amazing muscles - not
too muscular, but enough that would make it difficult to escape them if she
really locked them in. And her butt, oh her sweet little preteen ass. She
has quite possibly the most round little butt I've ever seen. And you know
what makes me like Megan the most? Megan's one of the only gymnasts I know
that never wears gymnastics shorts over top of her leotard. So each and
every practice, you get the full view. She's constantly pulling her leotard
out of her ass, and constantly pulling her leotard out of her warm little
private parts.

Finally we pull up at the house. It's really a fairly large house, with a
big driveway and two-car garage. I get out and follow everyone inside, into
the living room. Melissa, the other coach, starts telling her girls what
they should do.

"Erin and Emily, get started on lunch. Meg, why don't you jump in the
shower. You're probably all gross from practice." And just like that, they
scramble in all directions to start on their assigned tasks. Erin and Emily
begin crafting lunch. They begin with what looks like some type of salad,
while they're also preheating the oven, in preparation for the huge frozen
pizza that's going to go in it.

I have to go to the bathroom, so I double-check where the bathroom is (a
second bathroom, not the one that Megan's showering in) and I excuse
myself. I lock the door behind me and I sit down on the toilet. That's when
I see it there: a clothes hamper. They're dirty clothes, and it's filled to
the brim, worn clothes practically spilling out of it. My mind starts
going, because I know that a filled clothes hamper usually means young girl
dirty panties. And this particular one could have three girls worth of
panties.

I start to look through the hamper, and passing through pairs of jeans,
shorts, socks and pajama pants, when finally I start to strike gold. The
first thing I find is a pair of small panties - they're blue and green,
with fun images of sea animals on them. There's a seahorse, some sea
turtles, a few whales. I pick the panties up out of the hamper. They
probably belong to Erin or Emily; they're too small to be Megan's. I love
feeling the soft cotton fabric between my fingers. I'm getting hard just
looking at them and holding onto them. I pull the panties to my face and
take a deep breath in, smelling that amazing used smell.

I keep looking through the cloths, and that's when I find them, Megan's
clothes from earlier today. I know they're hers because she walked into the
gym wearing them, then changed into her leotard. She must have put them in
here right before she jumped in the shower. It's a tight white tank top and
light blue denim jean shorts. Rolled up in that little pair of shorts is
the perfect pair of panties.

Megan's panties are a bright pink, soft and stretch pair. They're not just
usual cotton panties. The fabric is thinner, stretchier like spandex or
lycra. On the front there's some cursive writing, spelling out the word
"love" in big black lettering. On the back, right where Megan's tight left
butt cheek was a few minutes ago, there's a small red heart. Around the
waist band, there are tons of small rhinestones, shimmering in the
light. Holding these panties in my hand, my cock is rock hard. I sit back
on the toilet and wrap the panties around my cock, using them to
masturbate, bursting a huge load of cum into their toilet. I shove the
panties in my pocket and I go back out to the living room. Hopefully I
haven't been gone for too long.

A few minutes pass, and suddenly, I hear Megan call out for her mother.

"Melissa, I think Meg needs you."

"Would you mind going to see what she needs? I have to take out the pizza
and get the dishes and salads ready."

"Absolutely."

###

I walk toward where I heard the sound coming from. It leads me to a bedroom
door that's cracked open slightly. As I creak the door open, I see Megan
standing there, facing away from me. She's in short orange athletic
shorts. I can see that she's wearing darker panties underneath them, but I
can't see anything more. She's got her hands up above her head, and it
looks like she's struggling to get the shirt over her head. There's a tiny
white training bra covering her tight chest.

"Megan, do you need -"

"Coach! Oh my god - It's -"

I start to walk away thinking that she's uncomfortable, but she stops me.

"Wait, coach? Do you think you can help me get this shirt on? I'm sorry,
this is so embarrassing."

"Of course I can, Meg. Nothing to be embarrassed about." As I walk closer
to her, I can feel the heat coming off of her body. She just got out of the
shower. Her dirty blonde hair flows down to the middle of her back, and
it's soaked.

Ungh - her skin is perfect. There's not a single imperfection on this girl
that I can find. Pretending to help, I take a moment to admire the
beautiful young body in front of me. What really stands out to me right now
is her stomach. Her perfect gymnast body doesn't have an ounce of fat on
it. You can see the ab muscles on her. She's got this perfect little
hourglass shape. I grab the small shirt, and help her pull it down over her
head. God damn, she looks incredible.

"Thanks, coach." Megan goes in for a hug. I'm not ready for it at all. In
just a fraction of a second, I've got this perfect hard-bodied preteen
pressed up against me, and she's holding on, not letting go. My cock starts
to swell, and I can feel it pressing against her belly. Which also means
that she can feel it. She quickly and sharply pulls away from me, looks
away and chuckles nervously. I start to backtrack, trying to figure out a
way out of this. Before I know it, though, she's looking at me again.

"Hey coach, do you want to watch the end of this movie with me?"

"Uh, I should probably get back downstairs."

"Oh, but it'll be quick. It's a romance. These two beautiful characters are
so in love."

"I guess I could hang out for just a minute or two." As the words come out
of my mouth, I know that I absolutely should not stay. She's just felt my
hard cock against her body, and now she wants me to stay and watch a movie
with her. It's a recipe for disaster. She motions over for me to come sit
on her bed next to her, and stupidly, I do it. The movie looks like one of
your typical cheesy romances. Two actors in their mid-twenties. Right now,
they're fighting. Megan gets a little more comfortable, adjusting her
pillow, pulling a small blanket over her legs.

The man in the movie storms out of the room, leaving the woman alone. She
starts to cry for a little bit, but instead of breaking down, she slips out
of her clothes, runs a bath, and starts to play with herself.

"Meg, I don't think you should be watching -"

"It's fine, coach, I'm almost fourteen. This is one of my favorite parts."

I watch the movie and Megan as this woman fucks herself on the TV. Megan
starts to breathe a little heavier and her face begins to get red. She's
embarrassed, and she knows that she shouldn't be watching this. Definitely
not with me. Her face gets more red, and that's when I start to think,
could she be touching herself under that blanket? I really want to believe
that she's not, but her breathing gets even heavier.

I make a move to pull the blanket over my legs, and she tries to stop me,
but I've got the blanket, and I catch her with one hand all the way down
her shorts. She tries to pull her hand out and play it off, but she
struggles even getting the hand out of her shorts.

"Meg, you can't -" I get up. I'm so horny for her right now, but I know I
can't stay in here.

"Wait, please! I just want to feel like these mature girls feel, when
they're with their boyfriends, or even by themselves like this. I just want
to feel that. It looks like it feels so good."

What am I doing? I can't talk to her about this. She keeps pushing though.

"What does it feel like? To be with someone, like that?"

"Megan, it's not really something that we should be talking about."

"Then don't talk; show me." With those words, I'm the hardest I've ever
been, and I can't resist the temptation to touch her for any longer.

I run my fingers along her leg, from just below her knee up to her bright
orange shorts. If she's going to touch herself, I want to make sure she's
doing it right. I take her hand in mine, and I move it down toward her
pussy. Together, both of our hands make it inside her shorts. I take her
hand and slowly start rubbing her pussy through her underwear. She moans
softly and sensually as she looks into my eyes. The look she gives me is
excited and a little scared. I'm a little scared honestly. Scared how much
I love this. Scared that at any moment, we could be caught. Scared that
this could land me in serious legal trouble. It doesn't seem to be
bothering Megan though.

I take her hand and slide it underneath her panties, so that she can touch
her own tight young pussy. I take her hand, and guide her middle finger
inside of her. As her finger enter, her moaning gets louder - maybe she's
never done this before. She fingers herself for a while while I rub my
still-clothed cock on her young, preteen leg.

"Coach, do you think we could be together?"

"Well, Meg, you're a bit too young for me."

"No, I mean like be together physically."

"I don't think we should -"

"But nobody has to know." At this point, I'm already in way over my head,
so really, what difference does it make if I fuck her now?

I grab Megan's tight body and pull her to the edge of the bed as she lets
out a sort of excited squeal. I flip her over so that her legs are hanging
off the bed, just barely able to touch the floor. I kneel down on the
floor. From here, I've got exactly the view I want. I've got those bright
orange shorts right in front of my face. Those creamy white thighs. I pull
her shorts down to her ankles, and I see the red panties that she's got
on. They've got little white hearts all over them. I grab on to her sweet
ass with both hands, and her butt gives a little jiggle in response. I take
my left hand and give her a light spank, to which Megan lets out a quiet
moan. I spank a little harder, and she moans a little louder. On the next
spank, I whack her sweet ass hard enough to leave a red hand print on her
right butt cheek. I use my hand to cover he mouth as she prepares to let
out another moan.

I jump back onto the bed and I roll Megan on top of me. She slides her
panties off to the side and I slide her wet pussy onto my raging hard
cock. She instantly knows what to do, as if it's some type of intuitive
knowledge that all women know. She's bouncing up and down on my cock,
pushing deeper and deeper. She does her best to stay quiet, to not raise
any suspicion. The good news is it's a pretty loud household, with TVs,
radios, and other loud devices on pretty much constantly. She bounces and
her gorgeous dirty blonde hair bounces with her; her hair is the only thing
that bounces. Everything else on her body is so tight. Seeing her bounce on
top of my cock is like seeing her in slow motion. Every small movement,
every time her mouth opens to moan, every time she makes eye contact with
me and smiles. I'm about to cum when I see the expression on Megan's face
change.

"Emily! Get out!" Fuck. That's it. That's the end of it. I'm going to
jail. Melissa will probably murder me before I even get to jail. Emily's
still in the room. She's standing there in her bathing suit.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Older people stuff." Megan responds without even stopping fucking
me. Fuck, it's so hot.

"Can I play?" It seems to easy. Megan is about to say no and tell her to
leave, but maybe the only way to get her to not tell anyone is to let her
join.

"Come here, Em. Do me a favor, take off your bathing suit and lie flat on
your back at the end of the bed there."

"Okay!"

I guide Megan to turn around and get down on all fours. In just a second
I'm fucking her from behind. This is even hotter of an angle. Emily's
completely naked now, and I'll admit, she looks really good. She's eleven
years old, another gymnast. She's got jet black hair, and a nice tight body
like her sister's. She's actually a little thicker than Megan, not by any
means fat, but she's got a little meat on her young bones.

She's just laying there, on her back, completely naked. Her pussy is so
small. She's never touched it, or probably ever given it much
thought. She's never kissed a boy, probably never even really looked at a
boy.

"Megan, lick your sister."

"What?"

"You heard me, lick her. Take your tongue, and lick her tight little
pussy."

Without any more debate, Megan starts eating out her eleven-year-old
sister. For a minute, Emily looks uncomfortable. She's not sure about
it. But then, there's this beautiful moment, where Emily realizes that it
feels great to have her sister's warm tongue on her young private parts,
and her body language changes. She's arching her back, using her hand to
pull Megan's face into her body. I'm fucking Megan, who's eating out
Emily. I'm in paradise.

The pleasure is building up, and I'm about to cum. I finish inside of Megan
without her knowing, and I watch a little as she goes down on her sister. I
know that we have to stop this, because eventually, an adult is going to
walk in. I don't want to stop without letting her have an orgasm first. So
while she's eating out Emily, I finish her off with my fingers. I finger
her pussy with two fingers and I lick her tight asshole. This gets her
there. Again I have to cover her mouth as she climaxes to make sure that
nobody hears her, but her whole body is shaking, and she's begging me for
more.

We're finishing up and Emily's got her bathing suit back on. I help Megan
put on her bathing suit, this gorgeous green bikini, that's definitely on
the small side for her. Emily watches as I put the bathing suit on Megan,
giving her a kiss, a small spank on the ass, and running my hands up and
down her body.

I walk out of Megan's bedroom and back down to the living room, where I
assume everyone will notice I've been gone. Sure enough, though, I walk
back into business as usual. Melissa's running around, trying to feed and
keep track of the kids while also tidying up the room. I can't believe
it. Nobody even noticed that I was gone.

###

We eat a quick lunch - an enormous frozen pizza. It's delicious. The girls
ate lunch in their bathing suits, giving me another chance to steal glances
at their perfect athletic bodies. We let our food settle a little bit, and
head out the back door so that the girls can go for a quick swim before we
have to get ready for the second practice.

I'd love to say that my mind isn't in the dirtiest place possible, but it
is. I watch all three of Melissa's girls step into the pool in their
bathing suits. I'm up on the deck, having a drink and chatting with Melissa
about gymnastics. If only she knew what just when on right before lunch in
Megan's bedroom.

"So, the team's looking pretty good. I love the off-season. It's really a
chance to `reset' the team, to get them in a place physically where they
can be ready for next season."

"I completely agree. I try to focus on fundamental skills and physical
preparation over the summer. Then, as we get closer to the pre-season and
competitive season, we can convert to more gymnastics-specific skills, and
then to routine specific practice."

"Exactly." I'm watching the girls bounce around in the swimming pool. Megan
climbs over to the side of the pool and climbs out. There's something so
exciting about seeing a young girl just soaked in water.

"Hey coach, aren't you going to come in?"

"Uh, I don't have a bathing suit, and I can't be soaked for practice
later."

Melissa chimes in. "It's okay - You can wear a pair of Charlie's shorts!"
Charlie is Melissa's husband. He's not here right now (thank God).

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am! Why not jump in the pool?" And just like that, I'm going
to change into a pair of shorts so that I can go into the swimming
pool. The shorts are a little big on me but that's okay. I climb down the
poolside ladder and into the water. It's actually not too cold; it must be
a heated pool. I'm in there, just kind of walking around a bit, getting
acclimated to the water. It does feel nice and relaxing. Then, out of
nowhere, Megan pops out from underwater right in front of me.

"Do you want to see how long I can hold my breath underwater?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"It's pretty long." Again she disappears under the water. Before I know it,
I feel two cold hands around my waist band, pulling my shorts down. My cock
starts to get hard, and I look down and see Megan's dirty blonde hair by my
legs.

In an instant, my cock goes from cold to warm as I feel her small lips
slide over the tip of me. She starts to slowly and thoughtfully suck me
off. And it feels amazing. Her sisters are too busy playing volleyball with
a beach ball, but she's underwater, right by the edge of the water, sucking
on my cock. She must've practiced this before, whether on a banana or
something, I couldn't tell you. But she's done this before. She stops for a
moment, and comes up for air.

"That was pretty long, wasn't it?"

Her mom chimes in. "That was so long, Meg! Do you think you can beat that
time?"

"We'll just have to see." She takes a deep breath in, and goes back
underwater for a second round. Again, she's quick to take me in her mouth,
and this time I'm going to cum. I don't know how she's holding her breath
for so long, but she's incredible. It feels incredible. Her tight, warm
mouth wrapped around my pulsing cock. I finish in her mouth. I'm assuming
she swallowed, because no cum floats to the surface, and it's not floating
around in the pool anywhere. Again she comes up for air, and I take my
chance.

"Do you want to see how long I can hold my breath underwater for?" I shoot
her a knowing grin.

"I bet it's not as long as I can."

"You're on!" I sink under the water and instantly begin pulling down her
green bikini bottoms. It's hard to see underwater, so I trust my tongue to
find her hot little pussy. It does, and even underwater you can feel how
wet she is, how horny and willing. I tickle her clit with my
tongue. Hopefully she's not being too obvious above the water. Her hand
pushes my head further inside of her, and I use my tongue to lick every
inch of her tight preteen private parts. I'm down there for what feels like
an hour. But I do have to come back up to breathe, as much as I don't want
to. I could stay down here forever.

I come back to the surface, pulling her bikini bottoms back up on my way
up.  "Wow, coach! That was pretty long. You're amazing!"

"Thanks, you're pretty good yourself." We exchange a small wink. I walk
around the pool for a little bit, just hoping my erection will die down
that way I can get out of the pool and change back into my regular
clothes. After a few minutes, I think it's safe to get out of the pool. I
dry off and change back into my street clothes. As I'm changing, I think
about everything that's happened in the past few hours. I don't think about
it for too long, though, because I can already feel myself starting to get
hard again.

###

Finally, after an eventful day, we're back at the gym for the second
practice. I walk into the gym with Melissa, and the whole group of girls is
there in their tight leotards, preparing to stretch. Sometimes I hate my
mind, because instantly, I'm thinking about how much I'd love to touch,
lick and fuck each and every one of the girls on this team. Fuck they're so
hot. So flat, undeveloped, a blank slate, free from blemish or
imperfection.

I've got a few minutes to breathe before I actually start coaching, so I
run to the bathroom really quick. I sit down on the toilet, unzip my
jacket, and I feel the pink panties that I'd forgotten about in my
pocket. Holy shit, Megan's panties. I completely forgot about them. I pull
them out of my pocket and take a deep smell in through them. They smell
just like Megan's sweet little pussy. Keeping them pressed to my face, I
start to jerk off. I usually have pretty good stamina, but when it comes to
Megan, I cum in maybe thirty seconds. I just can't contain myself thinking
about her. I bust a huge load into the toilet and I go back out into the
gym just in time to start coaching. Which group of girls do I get first?

You'd better believe it: Megan's.