The first Sunday practice arrived quickly, to the delight of the fathers. Start time had been set for noon, to give everyone time to get there after church. Only two of the families actually went to church, but it was unanimously decided that everyone should get to start together. So Pete and Nathan both arrived with their children wearing their Sunday best, while the other kids wore jeans or sweats and tee shirts. Only Ernie's son Tanner already wore his wrestling kit under his street clothes.

David and John took their children to the nudist club on a regular basis, so their five kids had little objection to changing in front of everyone in the room. The three girls and two boys quickly stripped down, exhibiting their young naked bodies to the men. Nathan watched intently as Marcy and Nancy got their outfits from their fathers. He looked at their beautiful smooth bodies, and zoomed in on the two hairless pussies they displayed.

Pete also looked at the two young girls, but was slightly more drawn to the small triangle of brown hair that was just coming in between Cassie's thighs. There was just enough to cover her little slit, but not to mask it completely. Her small tits, just barely sticking out from her chest, caused his dick to rise in his slacks. For once, he didn't worry about it being noticed by the other men.

Then Pete's daughter Caryn said, "Daddy, where's the changing room?"

"There isn't one, sweetie," her father answered. You can change right here. "Look, other kids are doing it."

"But I don't want to change in front of all these men," she whined, as David, John, and Ernie looked on with lust, waiting and hoping to see the nine-year-old naked.

"You can change here, or you can get a spanking for not doing what you're told. Either way, everyone will see your little bottom. Come on, it's not bad, you change in front of me all the time."

"That's different, though. You're Daddy. These guys aren't." Caryn was close to crying. She could feel all the eyes on her, and she was afraid of getting a spanking. Not that Pete spanked hard, he was actually pretty gentle, since he did it mainly for his own arousal. But Caryn still did not like it.

"Caryn, do it now. No more argument," Pete said sternly. Seeing the look on her father's face, the young girl reluctantly started to undress as the men in the room looked on. While David and John saw many naked girls whenever they went to the nudist club, there seemed something special to them about seeing them here at Bill's house. The other men usually saw only their own children naked, and they watched intently as the room filled with undressing kids.

"Can I keep my underpants on under my suit?" Nathan's seven-year-old daughter, Rachel, asked.

"No, we don't want your underpants all sweaty. You'll have to take them off, just like always. No one else is wearing underpants in their suit," Nathan pointed out. Embarrassed, the young girl pulled her panties down, displaying her tiny hairless pussy to the increasingly horny men. She got her wrestling kit on as quickly as she could, with her father helping her pull it up and get it in place.

None of the boys in the room complained, either because they were not as embarrassed or because they had seen the interactions with the girls. Though the boys did do their best to keep their backs to the adults so that their young penises were hidden.

"Okay kids, welcome to Sunday Wrestling Practice," Bill said, reciting what all the adults had agreed would be said. "We will do this every Sunday, here at this house. But you must know, this practice is secret. Your moms know that you're here, of course, but you're not allowed to tell them anything about what we do here. Some of the lessons they just wouldn't understand. And you can't tell anyone else about these practices, not even your friends. These times are going to be just for you and us, just the people here. No one else gets to know. Most people wouldn't understand, and if the other kids in wrestling heard about it, they'd get really jealous and not be your friends anymore. No one else would be your friends, either, if they found out about our Sunday practices. So you all have to be sure never to tell anyone what we do here."

It all sounded strange to some of the kids, especially the older ones. Several of them got worried looks on their faces. Three of the kids turned to their fathers and asked why. The fathers told them it was just like Coach Bill said, no one would understand, and no one would like them anymore.

It was important that all of the kids keep the secrets about the Sunday practices. Their fathers would end up in a lot of trouble if it was ever discovered what they were going to do. But the fathers didn't want to tell the kids that they, the fathers, would get in trouble, because there would be times, they were sure, when the kids would actually want to get them in trouble. So they had to be careful to put the pressure on their kids, to make them the ones who would suffer if what happened in practice got out.

Four of the six fathers had expressed serious concerns with the way things were to be presented to their kids. Putting so much responsibility on the kids, and almost threatening them, seemed wrong, especially to David and John, who had always been careful to control their pedophilia tendencies and feelings toward their children. But Bert's daughter Linda was already keeping secrets for her dad, so it seemed the best idea to him. In the end, all the fathers agreed it had to be done that way to avoid trouble, and possibly prison.

With preliminaries and warnings out of the way, it was time for the kids to start their wrestling. Nine of the eleven children were in suits that too small for them, so that their were deep cameltoes and outlines of little pricks and balls all over the place. Two of the men were as interested in boys as girls, so for Bert and Nathan, it was difficult to know where to look. It was like a buffet, and it was ten times better than any of the practices or matches they had been to, since all the adults here had the same attraction to children they did and they did not have to hide their wandering eyes.

David had always been attracted to little girls, but he had never wanted to admit, even to himself, that he was a pedophile. But as he watched his daughters in their too tight outfits, and the boys in the room who had been stuffed into tight kits, he was finding them all attractive. He decided he needed to get Brad a tight fitting uniform, too, or even have him wrestle in underwear while he was here. Actually, wrestling in just underwear was a good idea for all three of his kids, he thought. Marcy and Cassie both had their training bras.

David sidled over to John and told his friends the thought he had had. John thought it was great, and said that he would have his twins do the same thing, as well, starting next week. Of course, Nancy did not have any training bras yet, but she could grapple and tumble topless.

David and John circulated and suggested the change to the other men in the room. Everyone loved the idea, and promised to get their kids to do the same. Some of the kids would take a lot of convincing, maybe even mild threats, but the atmosphere in the room had changed the men, in the short time they had been there, into stronger sex fiends, who desperately wanted to see more. And if everyone else would exhibit more of their children, then all the fathers were going to return the favor.

The first practice was largely uneventful. All of the girls were wearing tighter outfits than usual, so they were displaying more of their young bodies than usual. The fathers were all watching intently as the kids wrestled each other. Despite being in uncomfortably tight uniforms, the kids were having a lot of fun. They were being more rowdy than the head coach ever let them.

Bill was also really enjoying himself. He was closer to the young wrestlers than he usually got, and he was getting an amazing eyeful. Other than that, though, it was just like any other practice . Bill was used to hiding his thoughts and desires so well that he was unable to bring himself to do any more than he had ever done. Nathan noticed this, and he told himself that the next week he would help Bill break out some. After all, everyone had agreed to get their kids to wear a lot less the next Sunday.

After three hours, the kids were all exhausted, and the fathers were all eager to get home and either jack off or fuck their wives. Only Bert had the idea to get his daughter to make him cum. He was the only one of the men who was molesting his daughter.

"Okay, everybody, when you get home, it is fine to tell your moms that you had fun and that practice was fun. Make sure you tell them, if they ask, that you definitely want to do this every week. We'll make sure you enjoy it," Bill said as everyone started gathering themselves to leave.

Once again, all the kids had to change clothes in front of a room full of people. However, they were all so tired out that no one objected. The adult men in the room allowed their eyes to take in the sight of a room full of naked children once again, as hairless pussies, small, smooth butts, and dangling little penises were exposed.

After everyone got home, and most of them got laid, the rest of the week seemed very long. None of the Sunday fathers went to the regular practice that week, being afraid of their reactions after the weekend session. And there were no regular matches planned for that Saturday. Which was why Nathan called everyone and suggested a Saturday practice at Bill's house. Everyone agreed, of course. A couple of the mothers thought it might be pushing the kids too hard to have so many extra practices, but all the fathers were able to get their kids to Bill's house at nine in the morning on Saturday.

Everyone except Bert, who made his daughter do things she didn't want to do all the time, expected a lot of trouble in getting their children to wrestle in underwear. David and John took their kids to the nudist club, but they knew that the kids would see this as a lot different. There were no surprises to anyone Saturday morning.

"No way! I can't wrestle in just underwear!" twelve-year-old Mike Carpenter said. His little sister, Rachel, loudly agreed. Similar protests were being voiced around the room.

"Would you rather get a spanking and then wrestle without anything on?" Pete asked his two children.

"You wouldn't do that," nine-year-old Caryn said.

"I would, and I will if you don't get down to your underwear right now." Pete was a little surprised at himself. He felt that something in him had changed after last Sunday. He had always been strict, and he had pushed his children to do things they didn't like before, like undressing in front of strangers, but he had never pushed them quite so hard. And he had never been so turned on by the thought of seeing them nearly undressed and in distress. Pete felt like his dick was about to break through his pants, and he had intentionally worn loose sweats.

Caryn and her seven-year-old brother Danny started slowly undressing, but Caryn stopped just as she was about to take off her shirt. "Daddy, I'm not wearing anything under my shirt. If I take it off, everyone will see my chest."

"Oh, so what? It's not like you have anything the men here have never seen. You're not growing breasts yet. Now go ahead and take off your shirt." With the warning tone in her father's voice, the girl knew not to protest any more, and she reluctantly pulled up the hem of her shirt and took it off, exposing her bright pink nipples and dime-size areolae on a completely flat chest.

Nathan had started forcibly stripping his seven-year-old daughter, who had stood stock still even as her brother gave up and stripped down to his underwear. Rachel cried as her father pulled her shorts down to her ankles and then over her feet. He pulled her shirt over her head and left her standing, crying and covering herself, as he looked at her, his dick already stiff in his jeans.

"Dad why are you making us all do things we don't want to do?" twelve-year-old Cassie asked David as he gave her a stern look that told her to undress right away or face his anger.

"First, because we're your parents and we know what's best for you. Second, because all of this is designed to make you all better at wrestling. Now just do what we say and stop arguing." David was almost yelling at her by the time he finished. Marcy had tears in her eyes as she pushed her skirt to the floor, revealing pink cotton panties, then pulled off her shirt, showing her matching training bra. Cassie slowly removed her clothes to show her white bra and panties. Ten-year-old Brad was already standing in his black briefs.

Seeing what had happened when the other children objected, John's twins, Nancy and Jack, Ernie's son Tanner, and Bert's daughter Linda, all stripped down to their underwear, Nancy and Linda revealing two more flat chests with dime-size pink circles. Considering what her father did to her almost every night at home, Linda was thankful he hadn't told her to strip all the way down in front of all the men in the room; she had figured out what was behind these extra practices that they weren't allowed to tell anyone about, and she hoped that it wouldn't get much worse than it already was.

After getting all the children to strip down to their underwear, it seemed it might be harder to get them to actually wrestle that way. The kids started out very hesitant, and seemed incredibly unsure how to handle and grab each other. While they had never shown reluctance while wearing their wrestling outfits, none of the kids seemed to want to touch their peers who were wearing only underpants, and bras in only two cases. The thin material, and the obvious genitals underneath, were causing the young wrestlers to hesitate and go easy on each other. All their faces were red with embarrassment at their own unclothed state as well.

Finally, after watching fifteen minutes of hesitation, Nathan got on the mat with Rachel and Danny, the two seven-year-olds. Since they were smaller than all the other children, they were always paired at practice, and they had the fewest matches at tournaments, kids their size and age not being very involved in the type of sport.

"Danny, you can't be afraid to take Rachel down just because she's in her underwear. It really isn't that different than the wrestling suit, anyway. Those things are thin and show almost exactly the same thing," Nathan said. With that, he grabbed his young daughter around the waist, putting one hand on her stomach right above her blue panties. "Here, you just have to make the grab, and then pin her, like this," he continued, turning his daughter gently due to the size difference between them. He laid her flat on the mat, his hands coming to rest, one squarely on her chest, the other right on top of her panty covered mound. He held her there, in a somewhat typical wrestling hold, and felt a jolt of arousal shoot from his hands straight to his hard dick.

Encouraged by Nathan's example, Pete went to where his daughter Caryn was on the mat with Nancy. "Like Nathan said, don't be afraid to really get in there and wrestle," Pete said, demonstrating by grasping his own daughter around the waist, then rolling her and pinning her on the mat. The warmth of her skin against his bare arm caused his already erect penis to jump painfully in his pants.

With similar instructions being given to all the children by their fathers, they started being a little less hesitant. However all the children still did their best to not touch their opponents anywhere near breasts or genitals. Even with that fact, though, all the men in the room were getting more and more turned on as they watched.

David was so hard that his dick hurt, begging for relief. Several of the fathers had visible tents in the center of their pants. All of them wanted to slip away and jack off to ease the pressure. But no one wanted to miss a moment of the show taking place before them.

"We really need another wrestler," John told Nathan, whose twelve-year-old son Mike was currently on the sidelines, waiting for a chance to get in the ring with someone. "With eleven kids, one person is always left out."

"Yeah, I know. But where can we find someone?"

"I've got a friend a couple hours away," Ernie said. "He's got three kids. If he came down, that would give us an even number."

"But do his kids know how to wrestle?" Pete asked.

"They don't do it in a club, they just rough house with each other," Ernie told him. "But we could teach them some basics. Enough to get by in here."

"Why don't you give him a call?" David interjected.

"Sure," Ernie said, pulling out his cell phone. Within minutes he was done with the call and reported to the other men, "He's actually over at the mall right now doing some shopping. He only brought Anna with him, since she needed clothes. But he loved what I told him, and he said he'll be here in half an hour."

"Great. How old is Anna? Who will we match her with?" Bill asked.

"She's eleven, but if I remember right, she's tall and muscular. She could go against any of the big kids."

"That sounds good. We can see when they get here who she'd match best with," Pete said.

Ernie's friend Brian arrived sooner than he had said, with his skinny but tough daughter with him. Bill answered the door, introduced himself, and led the newcomers to the wrestling room. Anna looked into the room and saw the eleven other children, all in underwear, and looked at her father. "You didn't say anything about them being in their underwear," the young girl complained.

"So what? It's a good chance for you to play, learn some stuff you can use against your sisters, and make some friends," Brian answered.

Anna leaned close to her father and said quietly in his ear, "But I'm not wearing underwear."

"Why not?" he asked.

"I just didn't put any on this morning," she said. "I mean, I'm wearing jeans, and we were just shopping."

"You should always put underwear on," her father told her. "But since you didn't, I guess you'll just have to play and wrestle naked. You certainly can't wear jeans."

"But Dad, there are a whole lot of people here," she whined.

"I don't care. Let this show you why it is important to dress properly," Brian said.

Anna knew better than to argue with her dad. As embarrassing as it was going to be, she knew she had no choice. Her father had decided to come her, and he wouldn't leave until he was ready. He would also, one way or another, make sure that she got into the action. That was why he had brought her here, she knew. The problem was that no one had seen her naked in years, not even her father. While she didn't have a problem wearing long pants without underwear, she never would have thought that she would be told to take them off, especially not in front of a bunch of grow men she didn't know. But her father had spoken, and she knew that no amount of complaining would change his mind.

While Anna was worrying over being naked and taking off her shoes as slowly as she could to delay having to be naked, Brian was being introduced around. He quickly knew everyone, and turned his attention back to his daughter. "Hurry up, Anna. Tanner needs a partner," he said, pointing to the boy who was currently the odd one out.

"I can't wrestle with a boy," Anna said.

"Why not? All the other girls are taking turns with the boys. Hell, look at Danny and Rachel, they're the only two small enough to practice with each other, so Rachel has to wrestle with a boy," her father said.

"But they all have panties on."

"Yes they do. And as I said, you should have too. I told you, this will be a good lesson in why you should get fully dressed in the mornings."

With that, the increasingly embarrassed and miserable girl, standing in just her pants, with her flat chest exposed, unsnapped her jeans and reluctantly pushed them down. She shivered as she exposed her young body to the room, her entire body covered in goose pimples as her hairless pussy felt the cool air.

The men in the room leered as Anna got naked. Three of the men had not seen a young girl completely naked for a long time, and never one this age. While they got to see their daughters nearly naked on a regular basis, and completely naked for a few seconds as they helped them change for wrestling, they never had the opportunity to just stare at such a young, smooth body. Even David and John could look more openly than they ever dared during their days at the nudist club.

Anna, face flushed dark red, ran over to where Tanner was standing, and they moved to a free spot on the mat. Bill happily joined them to help Tanner teach some basic moves and holds to the naked girl. Bill's dick was hard as he looked at the bare pussy and butt only inches from him. The other fathers groaned in ecstasy, and with jealousy a the coach being so close.

Brian was the only adult in the room who was not a pedophile. But while he did not have sexual attraction to children, he did enjoy watching kids play. And he was a good friend of Ernie, and knew of Ernie's attraction. Brian had figured out immediately what the motives behind this little wrestling club was. And he knew from the looks on the other men's faces, and from what he already knew of Ernie, what the other men were attracted to.

Bill realized that after helping Tanner to show some basic moves to Anna, he would have no further reason to stay so close, so he reluctantly backed away. He still kept his eyes nearly glued to the naked beaut of the girl, though. The other men could not stand to take their gaze from her, either.

Tanner, on the other hand, was even more reluctant to touch a completely naked girl than he had been to wrestle with one wearing only panties. His moves were short, and he made very little contact with his opponent's body. Anna was just as reticent about touching a boy wearing only briefs. Having no brothers, she had never been this close to a boy at all, much less one who was nearly naked.

David noticed how hard the two children were finding it to get into any position or to do anything. "Cassie, why don't you wrestle with Anna, and Tanner and Mike can work together," he said, thinking it might be easier for two girls. He really wanted to see Anna open up and move around more. The children switched things around to his suggestions, but there was still very little touching or movement between Cassie and Anna.

"Maybe it would be easier if Cassie took off her bra and panties," John suggested quietly. "That way they would both be in the same state, and they wouldn't have to worry as much about the difference in dress. They could be more natural."

"Good idea," David answered. Then to Cassie, "Cassie, I want you to take off you r bra and panties, that way you'll both be naked and you won't have to worry about it so much."

"But Dad," Cassie started.

"Cassandra," David said, before his daughter could say anything else. Cassie knew she would be fighting a losing battle, and unsnapped her bra and pushed her panties off, tossing them on top of her other clothes. She didn't know how this would help, but she wasn't going to argue anymore, she knew she would lose.

All eleven of the young wrestlers had noticed frightening changes in their fathers' behavior and attitude that day. They were used to obeying their parents, but some of the demands they were now making were not only embarrassing for the children, but seemed to serve no purpose. They were being forced to wrestle in little or no clothing, put in embarrassing positions and circumstances, and their fathers seemed to just be pushing them further with each passing moment.

The men in the room had noticed differences in themselves, too. While they had all, with the exception of Bert, been careful not to let their sexual attraction to children invade their relationships with their own kids, the last week seemed to have completely changed that. They all wanted to see not only their own kids, but all the kids in the room naked, even spread out and exposed. They all wanted to be in there, molesting their own children and everyone else's. The men who had kept their desires and actions in check for years felt themselves losing control, and quickly. Watching the humiliated, teary children only increased their depravity.

Brian could see what was happening to them, too. He was a very good judge of people, and he understood them well. His training in psychology helped him understand what was happening. With some difficulty, he managed to get the men into a group, attention drawn for the moment away from the naked and near naked children trying to wrestle without touching each other much.

"Listen, I know exactly what you guys are doing. And I know that this event is just making you all more horny and harder to control. But now that you have all started this, I also know that you're not going to stop, at least not easily. But I have to tell you, you're going about this all wrong. It's fine to have all your kids here doing their normal wrestling stuff, but with just the six of you, you'll always be limited to your children. And you can only do so much in this small a place, anyway," Brian told them. "If you want, I can tell you how to get a lot more children involved, and even, if you want, how to make some money off your obsessions."

The men agreed to hear Brian out, but not until after the wrestling practice was over. In the mean time, there were a lot of children to watch in their underwear, and two completely naked. And they had to be coached into really wrestling with each other, instead of being afraid to touch one another because of their state of undress.

Although the children all remained reluctant to really wrestle with each other, the men did not make any more demonstrations. Five of the fathers had become concerned about their thoughts and behaviors that morning. And Bert already knew that he could do whatever he wanted with his daughter when they got home. Brian was just enjoying the show, although n a different way than the other men.

Even with the children's reluctance to properly grapple with each other, it was a pleasant show for the men. The sight of so many children in underwear, rolling around and often showing wide spread crotches, was driving the pedophiles wild.

The real treat, though, was the match between Anna and Cassie. Both girls did their best to show as little as possible of their naked bodies, but it was impossible to hide everything. The men watched as the immature pussies and smooth behinds flashed and moved. The barely starting breasts, nipples stiff in the cool air, had the men's minds racing with lustful thoughts.

And everyone wondered what Brian had in mind, with his suggestions that they were doing things the wrong way, and his insistence that they could get more children involved and see more.

After four hours of practice, the children had all loosened up some and seemed less embarrassed and less aware of their near nudity; Anna and Cassie were still acutely aware of being naked, but it seemed to be effecting them less than it had at first. The men were enjoying watching the kids finally make proper grabs and take-downs. And they really enjoyed watching hands occasionally slip onto another child's crotch or bare chest. They even got to see Anna and Cassie fully spread eagle on the mat several times, their young pussies opening just a little, giving flashes of the pink goodies inside.

But the kids were all exhausted. It was time for the fun to end for that day. They still planned to back the next day, and see what would happen. But it was obvious that their children could not continue for the time being. So they allowed the kids to dress, and began getting ready to leave.

"If everyone wants to meet me at Krusty's Bar out on Highway 6 tonight, say around 8, feel free," Brian said as everyone was filing out. Everyone said they would be there.