One of the hottest things about my job as a gymnastics coach was the ready access to all kinds of preteen pussy the work provided. Bald pussy, peach fuzz pussy. Fat pussy, thin pussy. Dripping wet pussy...eager, willing, hot, horny, hungry pussy. Almost as good as the poontang itself was the crazy fucked-up moms and dads who brought their lil' darlings to me knowing I would be boinking them within a few sessions. Sometimes they watched, and other times they merely dropped them off hoping they'd come home tired, sore, and soaked with cum.

I had sixteen girls enrolled in my private gym, and each night I'd train no more than three at a time. There's only so much of Coach Cunningham to go around, after all! We'd do lots of stretching, flexibility exercises, some basic apparatus training, and then plenty of mat time. I especially enjoyed three and foursomes with my students, and nothing gets much hotter than having a bald-clammed honey pie munch on the same bare muffin I happen to be stuffing with my eight inch balance beam.

Nearly as much fun as dipping inside a preteen love tunnel was interviewing parents of prospective new students. I loved the little dance we'd do as we'd feel each other out to see if we were on the same proverbial "page." It was pure Kabuki theater, almost sport! The only thing lacking on my gymnastics application was the question I'd love to ask all parents up front: "Does she fuck?" But if it were on the form, there'd be no need for the double-entendre ballet I found so enjoyable.

In five minutes, I had an appointment with the Paulsons, Marty and Joan, and their seven-year-old daughter, Kayla. They had been on my waiting list for nearly six months, and to be frank, I was excited about having her join my team. I studied the application one more time and grinned as I looked at the photograph of Kayla. She was an adorable girl, petite, slim, a long-haired brunette with sparkling green eyes. My cock twitched inside my loose gym shorts as I imagined her sweet mouth wrapped around my lewd meatshaft. I looked up at the wall clock and realized they were probably already in the lobby, so I headed that way.

"Mr. and Mrs. Paulson, so nice to finally meet you. And this must be Kayla!" I gushed, reaching to shake their hands. Dad gave me a squishy, clammy handshake, a positive sign in my book. Wimpy fathers were always the best.

Kayla was simply gorgeous, and she came dressed in a thin, white leotard, appearing ready to audition as it were. The material was so sheer, I swear I saw the contours of some dark pink puffy nipples anxious to reveal themselves. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had a trace of rouge on her cheeks. So far, the plusses were outnumbering any minuses.

"Thanks for finally seeing us, Coach," Joan smiled. She had a sexy MILF-appeal despite wearing a somewhat conservative business suit.

She looked like Kayla quite a bit, only her hair was shoulder-length and loose, and when she greeted me she added a sexy grin. I could see the outline of a sultry hot body, easily some 36-Deltas constrained under a gray jacket and light blue blouse, and a shapely set of legs that I knew protected a mommy-muffin in need of significant attention.

I must have been staring. "Ahem, Coach. Where would you like to conduct the interview?" Marty asked, his voice creaking slightly.

"Follow me, folks!" I smiled, taking Kayla's hand and leading them to my office. I asked them to sit on a sofa while I poured hot coffee for the parents and a soft drink for my soon-to-be-new-lover (at least I hoped).

I took up a seat in an easy chair across from them, a coffee table with some sports magazines in the small void between.

"So I've read over the application. I'm very impressed by your love of athletics, Kayla, especially your dance classes" I said, flipping through the pages. "Tell me why you want to take gymnastics."

"Well, Sir. I have always loved watching it on TV, especially the Old Limpiks," she squeaked.

I grinned at her mispronunciation. My cock was uncomfortably at a semi-attentive stage, so I shifted in my seat, directing my attention to her dad. I thought I caught him give my crotch a glance, but I was uncertain.

"Marty, what are you looking for in Kayla's training? What are your goals?"

"Well, Coach. I want her to become her best. This has been her dream for the last few years."

"I see. Well, I have been known to produce some well-trained young athletes. But I don't do that by being soft," I tossed out my first suggestive comment, seeking any morsel of understanding.

He seemed to gulp as he nodded. "We want Kayla pushed hard," he said in a near-whisper.

"And you, Mom? Do you share your husband's desires?"

Joan smiled as before. "We want you to drive her hard, Coach." She reached over Kayla's lap, grabbed Marty's hand and gave it a squeeze. Then she looked right in my eyes. "Very hard."

My cock was beginning to move beyond half-throttle and I knew it would become apparent soon. I studied Kayla again as she sat between her parents. Her leotard was hugging her tiny frame and it was then that I noticed it was unlined, a pair of chubby cunny lips barely contained within.

"Kayla, I know your dance studio is huge and crowded, so I suspect you don't get much personal attention there. But my gym is small and private. Are you prepared for a lot of hands on training?"

She gave her mom a look and then her dad before responding. "I got a little bit of attention there," she whispered.

"Oh? Why don't you tell me about that, Honey." I had to recross my legs at this point, and I knew mini-Coach Cunningham was pulsating enough to draw attention.

Her father interrupted her before she could answer. "One of her instructors liked to give her some one-on-one time after classes a couple times a month."

"Go on."

"He'd massage Kayla on a table in the back, especially if she had been working extra hard on the dance floor," Marty continued.

"Did you like the massage?" I asked.

Kayla nodded sheepishly.

Joan was perspiring a bit now, a gentle moist sheen on her upper chest and neck. "He would massage her inner thighs, and Kayla really liked it. But that's as far as it ever went," she said almost with embarrassment.

I couldn't tell if she was upset that it went this far or that it didn't go far enough, but she sounded almost disappointed. "So with over ten gyms in our city, all with very fine coaches, why did you pick mine with a long waiting list?" I asked, sensing this was going precisely where I needed it to go.

Joan swallowed hard. "Because we hear you have the right equipment to train little girls."

I loved the fact that her parents were nervous and excited about this at the same time, but I was not about to end our linguistic sparring just yet. It was getting delicious. "What about my equipment intrigues you?"

Marty shook his head and looked down in shame. "We hear you have a rather large balance beam, Sir."

I nodded. "Has Kayla had any experience with the kind of equipment we're discussing?" At this point, my dick was at 90 percent rigidity and approaching ramming size.

"No, Sir. And that's why we took her out of dance class," Joan confessed. "Because her dance instructor seemed to be reluctant to go beyond massage. We want Kayla trained well, and word is you know how to do that."

I stood up, my six foot, two inch frame towering over them all. My prick was raging rock hard and tenting obscenely in my gym shorts. I looked down at the seven-year-old cutie whose eyes were wide and fear-filled.

"Kayla, do you understand how my training will work?"

Her father gave her a half-smile, biting his lower lip. "Go ahead, Honey. Show Coach Cunningham."

The little vixen stood and began to peel off her leotard, revealing one of the sexiest new students I've ever seen. Her outfit fell to her feet in a ball which she gently kicked to the side. Her nipples were swollen mounds of dark pink flesh, supple and suckable. And between her skinny legs was an obscenely-fat vulva. She arched her back slightly, pushing her tiny chest forward. I could count every rib. I stepped over to her and slid the coffee table back. I eased my shorts down, finally allowing my equipment to get some much-needed air. Three loud gasps greeted my beam.

Kayla stared at it with dropped jaw, trembling slightly. A healthy dollop of precum almost dripped from the tip, and just looking at this delightful second-grader morsel of pleasure made my cock rage to an almost painful stage of arousal.

"Shit, he's huge!" Marty groaned, looking at Joan. "I don't know if this is a good idea. He can hurt her with that thing!"

"Shut up, Marty!" Joan said sharply. She rolled her eyes at him before looking at me. "We've wanted Kayla trained for a couple years now, and Mr. Wimpy over there has been hot and cold about it. Now that we're here, I want to go through with it!"

"Why don't you show Kayla how to properly prepare a coach's tool for penetration training?" I smiled.

Joan nodded and unbuttoned her top, showing off her proud pair of dance mom tits. They were firm and round, with conical areolas equally dark pink like Kayla's. Mom slid to her knees and grabbed the base of my cock with one hand, urging her daughter to do the same to the right of her. Kayla was so tiny she simply stood there and reached over with one hand, tentatively wrapping it on my flesh. My cock is so thick, she couldn't grasp more than half the girth in her hand.

With closed eyes, mom leaned in and began to lick the underside of my aching shaft, sensually sliding her wet pink tongue up and down the length. She did this for a few moments, her warm breath growing rapidly with her arousal.

"Give it a try, Honey," she urged Kayla.

My new darling leaned forward and let her tiny pink tongue stick out. She was cautious, but she seemed to be in an adventurous mood. I watched as her delicate tongue made contact with the underside of my steel beam, and the sensation was wonderful. She slowly slid up and down as if tasting my manmeat for the first time was an experience to savor unto itself. I let out a loud moan, letting her know she was pleasing me. I saw a slight smile trace across her face, and she began to lick more in earnest now.

Joan was gently jacking my shaft at the base as she watched her daughter fellate a man for the first time. As for dad, he had retrieved his tiny pecker from his trousers and was jacking it as he watched, nearly breathless with a mix of pride and shame.

With no instruction at all, Kayla's mouth opened wide and my cockhead entered her small mouth. She closed down on it and began to suck and bob on my purple head, doing her best to gulp as much as she could on her first outing with dick.

"That's a good girl!" I moaned softly, caressing her hair. "Suck the coach's cock, try to get more of it in your mouth, Honey."

Joan gave me a smile. "She seems to be a natural. I do know she'd come home with damp leotards following those massages at dance class, so it looks like my darling is rather ready for her training!"

I placed a hand on her face and began to rock my hips, pushing more of my eight inch torpedo in her mouth. She gagged slightly, but she seemed determined. Kayla placed both hands on my shaft and began to jack it with her mom, pushing her mouth down more. Within a few minutes, half my dick was in her sweet mouth and that little pumpkin was working it hard. I don't cum easily or fast, but I was starting to edge with this one. She was a damned good cocksucker for her age and for her first time.

I looked at dad and motioned with my head toward the massage table in the corner. "Clear it off and grab the tube of lube from the drawer underneath."

He looked shocked and frightened, but he obeyed. By now Kayla was actively and almost frantically sucking me. She worked my fuckpole faster and faster, getting a good saliva base going to ease the process. I had to pry her off with a chuckle.

"Okay, Sweetie. Let's give that jaw some rest!" I lifted her into my arms and kissed her hot mouth. Her breath was sweet and fresh, and her tongue now found its way into my mouth, eagerly soul-kissing me.

Her body was like a feather, but warm and sexy. I cupped her ass as I carried her to the table and placed her on her back. I slid her hips toward me until her firm ass was at the edge and her feet were flat on the surface. I hit a button on the side and lowered the deck of the table until it was about three feet from the floor. I knelt down in front of her and parted her pussy lips with both hands.

Her fuck folds were velvety and wet, and when the cool air hit her inner lips, she quivered. Her pussy tunnel was dark pink and slick with juices, and when my tongue touched her mound, I thought I would lose my mind. I've had my fair share of preteen honey pots, but this one was by far the sweetest nectar I've ever tasted. I ran my tongue up and down her valley for a good five minutes, savoring the delicious and ample juices her child sex gave me. Next, I began making slow circles with my lips and tongue, all around the ring of her opening. The movement seemed to magnetically force her hips to gyrate. Her bum rose and fell slowly as her arousal grew. Soft mews and gasps escaped her throat. I glanced up and noticed mom and dad were on either side of her and holding her hands, a look of pride on each of their faces.

When she was sufficiently sexed, I went in for the kill. Her tiny nubbin was sticking up and swollen, so I gently sucked it into my lips and gave it a slight tug. You would have thought I had delivered her an electric shock. She screeched out loud, and her ass came off the table several inches, pushing my face up with it. I sucked and tugged it a bit more, and her legs clamped down on my head. Her pussy hunched up into my face harder as she ground her mound in pleasure. With her clit locked in my lips, I let the tip of my tongue slide forward and torment it with no mercy.

Kayla lost control, bucking up and down and grunting louder. Although muffled by her legs on my head, I could hear her gasping as she began to cum. "Mommy! What's happening to me! I think I'm gonna pee!" she hollered.

"Coach Cunningham is making you cum, Honey! Just let the sensations happen. Don't fight it. Pee if you need to, just let it happen!"

I knew she wouldn't pee, so I was grateful to her mother for telling her how to let the orgasm flow. The little tart bucked up and down a few more times, panting and moaning, and then with one long, last gasp, she let out a howl of delight. As she did, I felt a small gush of warm quim cream hit my chin. She began to cry softly as the sensations of sex overpowered her, her ass finally slowing down. I gradually released my lip grip, freeing her tender clitoris from the confines.

I stood up and gave her a grin. She was sobbing, face red and eyes wide. "Ohhhhhh, Coach, that was so nice. I don't understand...it was....ohhhhhhh." She lacked the words to describe the pleasure, but I knew this was also the moment to make her a woman so I had to act fast.

"Lube up my shaft, Dad." He hesitated. "NOW!" I barked.

Marty got to work, slathering my fucktool with copious amounts of sex lube while I raised the table to hip-height.

"Hold her legs open, and put one of those plastic teeth guards in her mouth, Mom."

There were a couple of them on a side table, so Joan grabbed one and put it in Kayla's mouth, caressing her face. "It's going to be okay, Baby. Just hang in there. You are making mommy and daddy so proud."

Before she could begin to process what was about to happen, I grabbed her small hips in both hands and pressed my prickhead against her ring. Then, with one powerful thrust, I drove my balance beam deep inside this future Olympian.

Her screams were muffled but loud. My cock was only halfway inside this insanely tight vagina and I thought I had entered a padlock keyhole with my tallywacker. She tried to fight me off, but her parents kept her in place. I pulled back a few inches and saw bright red blood on my shaft, so I eased back into her again, more gently this time. She screamed almost nonstop the first ten minutes as I worked her pussy open more and more. In and out, in and out, in and out, a quarter inch or so deeper with each thrust. Her body was tense and it treated my cock the way the human body handles any foreign invader. She tried to eject me from her loins and use her vaginal muscles to push me out.

I was relentless. I knew I had to keep plowing this field or I would spoil it for sex forever. Since I was standing up as I fucked her, I had leverage on my side. I lazily sexed her for several more minutes when I began to notice she had stopped sobbing. I looked down and saw the blood was gone, and the lube was doing its job. My cock was clear and clean, perhaps even juice-coated now. I felt her relax a bit more, so I picked up the pace.

I gave mom a sly smile and a wink. I began to fuck the little honey like fucking was meant to be done. I leaned down and kissed her face as I pummeled her faster and faster. I could hear her breathing pick up its pace, and after five or seven minutes of fast fucking, she turned her face to mine, spit out the mouth guard, and kissed my lips.

"You doin' okay, baby?" I whispered to her as privately as I could make it considering the circumstances.

"Uh huh, it feels kinda nice now, Coach," she panted.

We French kissed as I went double time inside her sex parts. My cock made full-length strokes now as I bottomed out inside this young thing. My balls started to smack her little ass. Mom and dad had abandoned her legs when they saw us fucking each other, and after a few more minutes, Kayla placed her feet on my hips and began pushing up into me with her cunny.

"Ohhhhhh! Hmmmph. It's happening again, Daddy!" she cried to her father this time.

I could see the crown of her clit sticking up and mashing into my pubic area with each thrust. This girl was going to cum again, and soon. Hell, for that matter, so was I.

"Your pussy is so nice, Baby. So sweet and tight." My hips were a blur as I pounded her into my table like I had with so many young honey pies over the years.

She pushed up into me more and more as her breathing became almost out of control. I did a mental countdown in my head, my experience with young pussy telling me exactly when she would rush over the edge. Three...two...one!

Kayla screamed once again, but this time it was pure pleasure like the first orgasm my oral sex had evoked. "YESSSSSSSS! OHHHHHHHH! It feels sooooooo gooooooood!" she groaned in my ear as she rocked hard under me.

My balls exploded at once, serving up a heavy helping of sticky white cream filling for my new lover. I felt my entire body spasm in pleasure as I emptied myself into her. My testicles pulsated and pumped for several minutes before I collapsed on top of her. Little Kayla was now a woman in my arms as we kissed each other tenderly, sealing our bond as lovers, as coach and student.

"Will you be accepting Kayla in your gym, Coach Cunningham?" I heard Marty the Wimp ask in his creaky voice.

I lifted my head slightly to look at Kayla. "Whaddya say, want more of this training in my gym?"

Her eyes grew wide and a huge smile adorned her beautiful face. She nodded enthusiastically. "Uh huh! I wanna be trained every day like this, Coach!"