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story_codes: M/g, cons, first

story_intro: Another story about a different girl who attends the sam gymnastics class as Katie (from "Katie Becomes a Big Girl"). 5 year-old Stacie's mom is always late picking her up frm her practice. Fortunately, 65 year-old Sam there to give the little girl even more practice at other physical activities.

comments_readers: Based on reader feedback for more of Chuck and Katie, I decided to use the gym as a basis for creating more stories - some will be more tightly connected than others. 

story_language: English







Tales from the Gym 01: Stacie Stretches

Written by madvlad


	After his wife passed away, Sam began working as a custodian and doing some minor maintenance at a gymnastics center near his home. He only had to work for a few hours every weekday evening, but it was enough to give him a set routine instead of just sitting around an empty house. This was more important than the money, which he didn't need with his pension and retirement savings.

	His children, who had all moved out of town and started their own families years ago, had asked him to consider moving closer to one of them, but Sam liked where he lived and had his friends, so here he stayed. And he soon discovered that his part-time job had some special benefits.

	In the late afternoon, when he arrived, the gym was in full use for practice for various children's age groups. Wednesdays were for the boys' groups of all ages - the gymnastics program at this location drew many more girls than boys. Mondays and Thursdays were the different teen groups. These were what first drew Sam's attention; the trim, compact bodies of teenage girls twisting and whirling in every imaginable way.

	To his surprise, though, it was the classes on Tuesdays and Fridays that really made his blood run hot. These were the preteen groups. He had never had any attraction to girls this young before in his life, but now he was enthralled. He loved how their leotards, which looked like they had been poured onto to those sweet bodies, made every curve stand out; from the slight swellings on the chests of eleven and twelve year-olds to the taut and pouting little asses on every age. 

	He enjoyed watching the eight year-olds, with their legs starting to grow longer, trying more complex routines that made their bodies flex in new ways. But his favorites were the youngest- the little five and six year-olds with their bodies developing just past the toddler stage. He fantasized at how their flesh would feel with the smooth skin and layer of baby fat tightly wrapped their gymnastically conditioned muscles. 

	Three kindergarteners in particular were his favorites - all of them five years old. There was Katie, a blond, blue-eyed cutie whose mother often attended practice. In recent weeks, sometimes a young man named Chuck, who was apparently her step-brother, would attend instead. Sam guessed that Chuck was simply being the dutiful sibling, but he envied him every time he left with Katie in his arms with her little legs wrapped around his torso. 

	Another favorite was Mina. She had long, glossy, jet-black hair which contrasted sharply with her milky white skin. She had startlingly light blue eyes and a slight smattering of freckles across her elfin face. Mina also seemed to be the favorite of Sharon, a sixteen year-old gymnast who had recently begun assisting the coaches with the younger girls. 

	Sharon had short-cropped brown hair and seemed (at least to Sam) to be a little butch. He could only imagine what thoughts were going through her head as she placed her hands on the little girls' bodies to help them keep their balance. Sam later learned that Mina, who Sharon was particularly attentive toward, was a neighbor of the teen. Still, Sharon always seemed to look at Mina a little more intently than the others. Another late night fantasy of Sam's was finding the two girls in the locker room shower, with Mina's hands tied together above a shower head; the girl hanging helplessly while Sharon ravenously devoured her sweet little cunt. 

	And then there was the last of Sam's little princesses, Stacie. The brown-eyed cutie had her blonde hair cut in a page boy fashion. Her parents were very rich and her mother only stayed long enough to drop her off and pick her up. Lately, some of the gym coaches had been grumbling about how they had to stay a little late when Stacie's mom was not on time to collect her daughter. 

	A week earlier, Sam watched as she struggled to climb onto a balance beam. As she swung one leg up and over the top, she mashed her groin into the edge of the beam. The little girl suddenly went still with a surprised look on her face. Sam realized that Stacie had just discovered that her little cunny had other uses than just peeing. After that, she always took her time climbing onto the beam, slowly rubbing the little bulge between her thighs against the edge of the beam.

	Obviously, Sam could not stand and gawk while the girls had their practice. He would usually give a quick wave to the coaches when he arrived before disappearing to the back to start cleaning the offices or making small repairs. He greeted the girls and their parents with a polite smile, but nothing more that would attract attention. In short, he had made himself part of the scenery.

	But Sam had discovered some excellent vantage points from areas that were not readily seen from the gym floor due to obstacles or the bright overhead lights. So from these places he would watch or sometimes leave a video camera running. He was paid a set salary each week, so if it took him longer to complete his work after everyone else had left, no one was the wiser.

	The preteen practices ended at 7:00 in the evening and everyone cleared out shortly afterward since the little girls didn't need to shower or could wait until they got home. One night, Stacie's mother had called precisely at seven to say she wouldn't be there to get her daughter until around eight-thirty. The last instructor there was cursing under her breath as she hung up the phone when she saw Sam getting ready to replace some light bulbs. 

	"Uh, Sam?" she asked. 

	"Yeah?" he replied as he set up his stepladder. 

	"Stacie's rich bitch mommy isn't going to be here for an hour and a half. I've got some dinner plans and I was wondering if there was any way you could watch her...."

	Sam smiled at her reassuringly.

	"No problem. I've got grandkids of my own, so one little girl won't be a bother. Besides, Stacie seems like a good kid - I'd hate to see her dropped just because her mom is too busy to be a mom."

	"Yeah," the coach nodded. "It seems like we have one problem parent every couple of years. Well, Stacie is in the locker room. And thanks for this."

	Sam quietly stepped into the locker room and spied Stacie by one of the benches. It quickly became obvious that the kindergartener was trying to explore the new feelings she had discovered as she was rubbing her leotard-clad pussy against the corner of the bench. Sam checked his watch and saw that he had an hour before Stacie's mother was supposed to arrive. He walked over to the child.

	"Hi, Stacie", he called. "What are you up to?"

	The little girl stepped away from the bench with a guilty look on her face.

	"Nothing," she replied as she looked at the floor intently.

	"Nothing? It looked like you were making yourself feel good."

	Stacie looked up with a wide-eyed expression.

	"I know I was being naughty with my private parts, but please don't tell my Mommy."

	Sam felt himself grow hard at the little girl's last statement and let out a chuckle.

	"Naughty? You were giving yourself some pleasure. That's not naughty in my book."

	Stacie's eyes got even wider.

	"Really?" she asked.

	"Yes, really. I mean, it's not polite to play with your cunny in public, but you were doing it in here, so that's fine."

	The little girl paused to let this information sink in. She looked back up at Sam and asked "Is cunny a word for my private parts?"

	"Yes it is."
Stacie smiled. 

	"I like that word. Cunny," she giggled.

	"I'm glad you like it," Sam said as he figured out a way to take this further. "I'll let you get back to making yourself feel good, but be careful. You were bumping that bench pretty hard and you don't want to hurt your cunny. Try using your fingers instead."

	As Sam turned to walk away, Stacie called out to him.

	"How do I use my fingers?" she asked.

	Sam turned around and went back to her. He wouldn't have been surprised if she saw his heart thumping through his shirt. 

	"Do you want me to show you?" he asked.

	"Yes!"

	"Alright, but remember, this has to be private."

	Stacie nodded vigorously. 

	"I still don't think my mommy would like me doing this even in private. She doesn't like a lot of what I do. So don't you tell anyone either."

	Sam grinned at her.

	"We have a deal. Now step closer so I can help you out."

	Sam knelt on one knee and gently ran one finger over the little girl's pussy bulge. He gradually applied more pressure and Stacie shivered at his touch. He tugged on the fabric to see if he could get a finger inside, but the material was already tightly stretched.

	"This will feel even better," he said to Stacie. "If I can touch your skin."

	Stacie was so enthralled by his touch that she quickly peeled her leotard down to her stomach before Sam offered to help with the rest. He leaned in closer to the girl and could smell her sweet fragrance. She was surprised and delighted when he planted a chaste kiss on her upper chest, then quickly licked one fingernail-sized pink nipple. 

	Sam took the empty sleeves of Stacie's leotard and pulled them down until the crotch of her leotard was hanging at her knees. The sixty-five year0old man stopped to gaze at the smooth little body of a girl sixty years his junior. Her stomach was still slightly plump with baby fat but was already showing signs of thinning. But the hairless pussy down below was a delightfully fat piece of girl flesh with a tight slit that made the little mound look like a pale peach.

	Sam stroked his finger along each side of Stacie's kiddy cunt, amazed at how soft the skin was. He gently traced a line up the little girl's slit, stopping at the top to push in a little harder and wiggle is ginger tip against her tiny clit. 

	"Oh. Oh," she whispered. "That is nice."

	Sam pressed his index and ringer fingers on either side of the baby cunny slit and gently pulled the bald lips apart to reveal a small amount of pink flesh inside. He used his middle finger to stroke inside the child's sex, moving from the bottom to the top where he would massage her little clitty before taking another stroke. 

	He repeated this motion over and over and finally felt a small bit of moisture on his finger tip as he probed near the bottom of the slit. He resumed his stroking, each time bringing up a little more of the girl's growing amount of lubrication along her slit and bathing her clitoris with it. As Stacie grew wetter, the pace and pressure of Sam's rubbing also increased. He could see her firm little thighs trembling as her breathing grew labored. 

	"Mr. Sam," she gasped. "I think I.....oooohhhh....aieeeee!"

	Sam felt Stacie's pussy convulse and had to prop up the little girl as she fell forward. He abruptly changed the angle of his now soaked middle finger to prevent it from ripping into the child's virgin sex as she came and fell onto his hand. Sam had never given much thought as to whether little girls could actually have orgasms, but at least this one could.

	"Mr. Sam?" Stacie asked once she recovered her breath. "What happened? I felt hot and all bendy inside and now my cunny is gooey."

	"It's called having an orgasm," he answered. "And you did a very good job."

	"I did?" Stacie said with a bright smile. "But I'm sorry I peed on your hand like a baby."

	Sam held up his wet hand.

	"This isn't pee. These are juices you make when you feel good," he said before he licked his palm. "And it tastes delicious."

	"Can I try?" Stacie asked. 

	Sam offered her a finger and nearly came in his pants as he watched the kindergartner lick the juices from her first ever orgasm from his finger. She must have liked the light taste of her own sex because she proceeded to clean his entire hand. Sam cupped her tiny pussy and massaged it, working more of the draining lubrication into his hand before feeding the little girl her own cum again. 

	Then he leaned down and licked the last traces of Stacie's juices from her pussy and legs. Reluctantly, he pulled her leotard up her cute little body until Stacie worked her arms back into the sleeves. Sam would have preferred to keep the leotard off and had more fun, but would have had a lot of explaining to do to Stacie's mother when he carried her naked five year-old daughter to the car with a drooling cunt. 

	"How do you feel?" he asked the girl.

	"Like I did a lot of stretching for practice," Stacie answered. "Even on the inside." 

	"It sounds like this is a good way to be a better gymnast," he suggested. 

	"Great!" Stacie said as she jumped up and down. "But I want to make it a secret. Promise?"

	"I promise," said Sam.

	Stacie's mother arrived at 8:30 and barely gave Sam, whom she had never met, a second glance as she was talking on her cell phone. She paused long enough to inform him that she would be picking her daughter up at 8:30 from now on, unknowing or uncaring of what the actual gym hours were. But for Sam, this now gave him a regular play date with little Stacie twice a week. 

	On Friday, Sam went to the locker room after the last instructor left and found Stacie's leotard on the floor. He walked around a row of lockers and found Stacie waiting for him wearing nothing more than a big smile. 

	"You look good enough to eat, young Stacie," he said as he picked up the giggling little girl and brought her to a trainer's table.

	"Um, Mr. Sam?" Stacie said.

	"Yes?" 

	"Remember the last time when you licked my cunny to make me clean again?"

	"Yes, you were quite tasty."

	More giggling.

	"Could you do that now until I make my special juice? Please?"

	Sam acted as if he was thinking it over while Stacie waited impatiently.
"Well," he said, drawing out Stacie's wait. "Since you said please, I suppose I can do that."

	"Oh, goodie!" Stacie exclaimed and she lied back on the table and spread her legs.

	Just the anticipation must have aroused the little girl because Sam could see a thin sheen of dampness on Stacie's tiny slit as he bent over. At first, he ignored her pussy and started on her chest as he kissed, then sucked on the little pink spots what marked where she would grow breasts years from now. 

	"Those feel nice, too," Stacie cooed as she rubbed her chest when Sam was done there. He quickly dove into the fleshy little mound of Stacie's immature sex. He licked and nibbled on the delightfully smooth flesh. Small moans of pleasure arose from Stacie's throat as he prodded her clit with his tongue. As he explored further down her slit, his tongue found a modest flow of sweet little girl nectar coming from her virgin hole. 

	Sam stretched his jaws open, letting his front teeth gently scrape at Stacie's clitty while his tongue burrowed along her slit. The little girl squirmed as his tongue lashed at her thin maidenhead. Sam spread her bald cunny as wide as he could to expose as much as her delicate, pale pink inner flesh as he could. Her inner labia were soon lovingly attacked by his lips and tongue. 

	Sam's tongue darted forward again to slide along the edges of the small opening in the kindergartener's virgin membrane. He could feel her tender flesh growing hotter and then a huge spasm caused her pussy to tightly grab his tongue. He flexed his tongue against the gripping flesh and could hear Stacie's moans become louder.

	"Oh, Mr. Sam. I think it's....oooaaaaaaaaaahhhh. Ahh! Ahh!"

	Stacie's pussy churned against his mouth and around his tongue as she came. When her body finally relaxed, Sam lapped up a few slurps of Stacie juice and lifted his head. He worked his tongue inside his mouth until he was convinced that the little minx hadn't sprained it. Good luck explaining that one to a doctor.

	Stacie dipped her fingers into her little quim and licked sampled more of her juices. She did this several times as a thoughtful expression grew on her face.

	"Mr. Sam, what's a boy's cunny called?"

	"A penis."

	"Can a penis make special juices too?"

	"Oh yes. They're different than a girl's, but with lots of protein. Very good for a gymnast in training."
Stacie sat up excitedly.

	"Could your penis make some special juices for me?"

	"Yes, but I'll need your help."

	Stacie clapped her hands in excitement. Sam lifted her from the table and set her on her feet in front of him. He quickly unbuckled and lowered his pants, followed by his under shorts. He had always been on the small side in regard to male anatomy, but with a partner this small, his lack of endowment was going to make things easier.

	Stacie looked at his erect cock in wide-eyed wonder.

	"Can a touch it?" she asked/

	"Go right ahead."

	Stacie started by patting the cock head like she would the head of a puppy. Then she slowly used both hands to explore this new piece of biology.

	"Why is it hard like this?" she asked.

	"It usually isn't. But it gets hard when it's time to make the special juices."

	"Oh. And what are these?" she asked as she held one of his balls and made his scrotum swing slightly.

	"Easy with those. They actually make the juice and it squirts out of the little slit on the end of my penis."

	"So what do I do to make it squirt?"

	"Rub your hands on the sides of my penis, and suck on the end."

	Stacie wrapped her little red lips around his cock head and began to run her hands around the shaft. Her touches were anything but expert, but with his guidance, she was soon sliding her hands along his length. She tried to fit more of him in her mouth, but the head alone kept her little oral cavity quite full and she was only able to take a little more of him inside.

	He pushed and released the back of her head to encourage a small back-and-forth motion motion. The sight and feel of her hands' feathery touches and of the little blonde head bobbing on the head of his prick soon got Sam's balls churning. Stacie must have sensed a change because she tried to work her mouth harder. 

	Sam could feel her small warm tongue rubbing the underside of his cock head and her mouth made loud wet smacking noises as she would lose and regain her suction as she tried to pull harder. Her eyebrows kitted in confusion as she tasted his precum but there was no time for questions as he yelled "here it comes!" through gritted teeth. Her innocent brown eyes locked onto his and he unloaded in the five year-old's mouth.

	Stacie tried to swallow his cum but there was too much and the little girl had to move her head from his cock as the last few spurts landed on her face and chest. "Oh no," she moaned, making more of his sperm dribble from her mouth. She swallowed what she had in her mouth and began wiping the rest from her body; sucking the remains from her fingers.

	"Good stuff?" Sam asked.

	"It's kind of salty," Stacie said. "And it tastes like some of my grandma's big white flowers smell." 

	Sam thought about that for a minute and seemed to recall that there was a type of ornamental pear tree that produced blossoms with an interesting smell like that. He looked at the clock and announced that Stacie had to get ready to go. He helped her into her clothes and later walked her to the car where her mother remained glued to a cell phone.

	The next Tuesday, Sam told Stacie he had a new way to play their game. 

	"What?" she cried with excitement.

	"Get undressed and you'll find out."

	Sam and Stacie quickly shed their clothes. Sam sat in an armless chair and placed Stacie in his lap so that she faced him. Her legs were spread wide, which exposed a little of her pink pussy flesh and her clit to his cock. 

	Sam gripped her little ass, fondling a smooth round cheek in each hand as he pulled her pussy slit tight against the underside of his erect prick. Stacie squirmed with pleasure at the intimate contact. Slowly, Sam lifted her up and let her down, rubbing her pussy against the length of his cock.

	"Oooo," Stacie whispered. "Please do that again, Mr. Sam."

	Sam obliged, and began sliding Stacie up and down against his cock. Soon, the little girl's sex was wet, which made the friction between Sam's adult organ and her hairless mound exquisite. Sam controlled the tempo and the pauses, wanting to keep from cumming as long as possible. It didn't stop Stacie, though, and Sam had to hang on to her adorable little ass for dear life to keep the girl from tumbling off his lap when she came. 
When her climax subsided, Sam began sliding along his cock again. Stacie's little pussy was already over sensitized and the poor girl was practically sobbing as she came twice more in quick succession.

	The quivering pussy against his cock was more than Sam could handle and he soon launched thick ropes of jism all over the five year-old's belly and chest. It took Stacie another ten minutes before she could move.

	"Wow. I really got all stretchy inside," she said as she scooped up Sam's cum from her body and enjoyed a high protein snack. 

	This new method of making special juices was Stacie's favorite and she insisted on doing this again on Friday and the following Tuesday. That evening, she began to get more aggressive, trying to bounce her little but out of Sam's hands at the top of his stroke. 

	After she had already cum several times, Sam's hands were getting a little tired and she succeeded in getting out of his hands near the top of his cock. But instead of landing back in them, she landed cunt-first on top of his cock. 

	"Shit!" Sam yelled and quickly grabbed her ass again to keep her from getting hurt. "Be careful! Are you alright?"

	Stacie was surprised by her landing and Sam's outburst. She nodded slightly and both she and Sam looked down at her pussy. The tip of Sam's cock head had pushed aside her outer lips, making the plump hairless rolls of flesh bulge outward. Sam calmed down when he realized he had only penetrated a fraction of an inch inside the little girl. But the sight was also incredible to behold and he found his cum surging inside of Stacie, past her hymen and into her pussy.

	"You're putting your juices inside me," the little girl squealed with laughter. 

	When Sam finished cumming, he put Stacie back on her feet, and then knelt down to examine her. Her cherry was still intact; in fact, it impeded his sperm as it started to drain from her sopping quim. Stacie happily plucked what she could out with her fingers. 

	"It tastes more like me," she told Sam between handfuls of fluids.

	"Okay," said Sam with relief. "Let's get you cleaned up before your mother arrives."

	They both tried to get as much as they could out of Stacie's tight little twat. In the end, Sam put some folded toilet paper in the crotch of Stacie's leotard in hopes that it would soak up any residue that still leaked out.

	And so off to home she went. Her mother was talking on her phone as she drove, unaware of Sam's adult sperm still residing within her daughter's tiny pussy.

	Over the next three days, Sam had thought about how close he had come to deflowering little Stacie. He had been unnerved at how close he had accidentally come to breaking her cherry, but at the same time was becoming more intrigued at the thought of introducing the little girl's pussy to its first cock inside it.

	On Friday after practice, Sam was still wavering at whether or not to proceed further when Stacie made his decision for him. 

	"Mr. Sam," the little girl asked. "Remember when your penis almost when in my cunny? Could you try to do that again? Because that would be good stretching so I can be a good gymnast."

	"Um..." Sam stammered. "We could try, but we'll have to be very careful. And the first time a penis goes inside your cunny, it will hurt for a second and you'll bleed a little bit."

	Stacie obviously didn't know about this and was taken aback. Sam continued.

	"But we need to get you warmed up first, just like you do for gym practice, so you won't hurt much. And if you decide you don't want my penis in your cunny, we won't do it, okay?"

	Stacie nodded, looking very much relieved. Not wanting to risk cumming too soon (and at his age, he knew his recovery time would be long before he could try again), Sam undressed St6acie and put the little girl on the trainer's table, where he took his time eating her sugary little cuntlet and brought her to two orgasms. After the second one, he dropped his pants and took Stacie in his arms as he settled into a chair. 

	"Are you ready to try this, Stacie?" he asked.

	The little girl nodded solemnly and he began sliding her pussy up and down along his cock. Once her quim had sufficiently lubricated his organ, he lifted her up so that her pussy was planted on top of his prick. Her slit looked impossibly small against his cock head, but he knew she had loosened up during her climaxes. 

	Slowly but firmly, he pushed her down. The little fat rolls of her hairless pussy spread apart as he entered her and soon he could feel her maidenhead one his cock head was halfway in. Rather than stopping, he kept applying the same pressure as he pushed her down by her waist. Stacie let out a tiny grunt as she felt her cherry being stretched, and then cried out quietly as she felt the membrane tear. She shoved her hands against Sam's chest and he stopped pushing her down.

	"Are you okay?" he asked as Stacie's eyes moistened. One small tear trickled from her left eye. 

	He had felt her cherry break apart, followed by a telltale swirl of hot liquid around his cock head that must have been her blood. The little girl held perfectly still, trying to adapt to what had happened so far.

	After a few minutes, he asked if she was ready to keep going. Stacie gave a slow nod, and then pressed her cheek against Sam's chest as he resumed pushing her down onto his cock. The five year-old's vagina began to stretch as it was penetrated for the first time. Between her lubrication from two cums and her small size, it felt to Sam like he was sliding his cock through a tight sleeve of hot butter. 

	The child's innards could barely accommodate him as he further intruded into her virgin depths. At last he felt himself reach the bottom of her tiny cunt and stopped. 

	"I'm really stretched now," Stacie murmured with her head still on Sam's chest. "Can I see?"

	Sam let her lean back away from his chest and the two of them looked down where their bodies were joined. Sam's cock was a little over halfway inside the miniature pussy - Sam guessed about three inches deep. The gnarled, veined surface of his cock contrasted sharply with the sweet smooth skin of the little girl's bulging cunt mound. As Stacie gingerly shifted her body to get a better look, she could see the bulge from his cock move in her lower belly. 

	"Look!" she cried. "I can see your penis inside my cunny!"

	With that, she began rubbing at the bulge with her hands. It was more than poor Sam could stand as he felt the pressure from her little hands on his pussy-encased cock and he began to cum. Stacie wriggled furiously as she felt her self being pumped with hot sperm.

	"You made your juices inside me!" she exclaimed as more jets of cum lathered her formerly virgin quim.

	When Sam was done, he let himself rest with his cock still trapped in Stacie's little pussy. He took a towel he had left beside the chair and placed it on his lap before he lifted the little girl off of him. His prick popped free and he could see his cum begin to flow from Stacie's freshly opened orifice and down her cute little thighs. Soon, fine red threads of virginal blood also appeared in the mix. Stacie looked down at herself once she was standing on the floor.

	"I'm bleeding!" she said.

	"Let me clean you up. I'm sure the bleeding is stopped and you're just seeing what happened before."

	Sam wiped the mess from Stacie's legs and cunt, and then cleaned himself off. Stacie carefully pulled her twat lips apart to check for bleeding, but there was only the slow oozing of Sam's cum and her own lubricating fluids.

	"See?" Sam told her. Now more bleeding."

	Stacie threw herself against Sam's stomach and hugged him tightly.

	"Thank you for helping me stretch my cunny, Mr. Sam. Now I'll be the best gymnast ever!"

	On Tuesday, Stacie was very excited when Sam met her in the locker room. 

	"I know what I saw last summer!" she happily informed Sam, who was hopelessly confused. 

	"And that would be....?" Sam replied.

	"The doggies!" Stacie explained. "One was behind the other, pushing her. He was trying to push his red thing. I think he was trying to put his penis in her cunny and make special juices!"

	"Sounds right," Sam agreed while trying not to laugh.

	"Could you put your penis in my cunny that way? And squirt your special juices in me?"

	"Sure. In fact, since you saw the doggies do it that way, why don't we call it 'doggy style'?"

	"Yes!" Stacie agreed, jumping and clapping her hands. 

	Sam lowered the trainer's table so that Stacie would be at the right height to take him from behind. He fingered her plump little cunt until it was flowing, then eased one finger deep inside to work its way around her childish sex. Stacie began cumming as he stroked his finger tip just behind her pubic bone where Sam remembered his wife had been very sensitive. 

	But he did not stop as she finished her cum. He kept stroking and then squeezed a second finger inside her. The helpless child could do nothing but cum repeatedly as her tight channel began to loosen. Finally, Sam had her get on her hands and knees as he prepared to enter her. 

	He swabbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy slit, bathing the hairless mound in shiny little girl juices. Then he slowly pushed in, feeling her pussy accept his organ as it tightly wrapped around its surfaces. When he reached the bottom of the kindergartener's hot wet channel, he began to slowly fuck in and out. Her entrance was so tight that it acted as a squeegee, wiping fluids from his cock, which would be coated again once he was inside her. Her excess fluids dripped from her taut opening down her inner thighs. 

	Stacie made little mewling sounds as she took the retiree's cock in her five year-old cunt over and over. Her noises and the wet sounds of his gentle thrusting were all that could be heard in the quiet locker room. 

	Sam took his time and was pleased with how long he was lasting. When he felt the pressure in his balls rise, he would pause and stroke the little girl's ass or tease her barely existent nipples until the pressure eased. When he glanced at the clock the last time, he saw there was only twenty minutes left before her mother was to arrive, so he kept pumping into the child until he came ferociously - harder than he had in years. 

	Stacie quivered on his shaft as she felt herself bathed on the inside with semen. She didn't know anything about her reproductive system, but that didn't prevent her tiny womb from being filled with sperm that had no eggs to fertilize. 

	After Sam pulled out, she rolled over so that she was sitting with her legs spread on the table. Hot white gobs of Sam's cum was leaking form her tiny pussy and the smooth skin of her sex and inner thigh were shiny with her own juices. 

	"I didn't bleed. Good!" she exclaimed. 

	And she began to scoop up the fluids from their sex and lap them from her fingers.

	Stacie was teary-eyed as Sam met her in the locker room on Friday. She had suffered a mild muscle pull in one leg during practice and had had to sit through most of the session.

	"I don't think you can stretch my cunny with your tonight," she sniffled.

	"That's probably for the best, Sweetheart," Sam replied. "But I can still make you feel good."

	For the next hour, Stacie laid on the trainer's table as Sam caressed her tender thigh while licking, nibbling, and sucking her little body from her nipples to her pussy. Sam lost track of how many times the little girl came, but she was certainly feeling better. When he was done, he wiped her juices (what was left after she collected what she could on her fingers) from her and helped her get dressed. 

	He walked her to the front doors, where they usually waited for her mother while Sam looked out the small windows on the upper part of the doors. 

	"But Mr. Sam," Stacie suddenly blurted out. "You didn't get to make your special juices."
"No I didn't, but I wanted to make sure you felt better. It's alright; your mother should be here in a few minutes."

	Sam looked down as he felt his fly being unzipped. Stacie smiled up at him and said, "I'll help you make your juices in my mouth."

	She pulled his cock out and began sucking on the head. It quickly stiffened and Sam groaned as he felt the wet heat of her mouth and then the soft stroking of her hands. He saw the flash of headlights through the window as Stacie's mother's Jaguar turned into the parking lot. 

	Her mother saw Sam in the window and honked her horn. Sam help up one finger to tell her it would be another minute. Sam was immensely satisfied in both a physical and a slightly cruel way as he watched the bitchy woman impatiently tapping on her steering wheel as he emptied his balls down her five year-old daughter's throat. 

	The following Tuesday, Sam went out on the gym floor during practice to fix a couple of loose pieces on an equipment rack. He saw one of the instructors beckon to one of the parents in the stands and then point in Sam's direction. Sam saw a man in his late thirties leave the stands and walk his way. His face looked tired and grim.

	"Are you Sam?" the man asked. 

	"Yes."

	The man stuck out his hand.

	"I'm Mike - Stacie's father."

	Sam shook the offered hand, suddenly worried about where this might be leading. Of course, if the man suspected something, he wouldn't be shaking Sam's hand, would he? Mike continued talking.

	"I understand you've been watching my daughter while my wi-...while her mother has been picking her up much too late."

	"It's been no problem, I assure you. Stacie is very well-behaved."

	Mike managed a small smile.

	"I'm glad to hear it. I can't say the same for her mother. It turns out that she was always late because she was having an affair with her therapist."

	"Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry. I...I don't know what to say."

	"Well," Mike said. "I'll be at Stacie's practices now and you won't have to worry about watching her. I just wanted to let you know I appreciate what you've done."

	"You're welcome. If there's anything I can do, just let me know."

	"Thanks. I'll tell you what I told her teachers at school and here. I've got a restraining order out and Stacie's mother is not to come anywhere near her or this place. I doubt she would anyway because she was never the most attentive mother. So if you see her, call the police."

	"I will," said Sam as Mike retuned to the stands.

	So that was the end of his little adventure, Sam mused. At least it was fun while it lasted. He quickly scanned over the gym, watching the gorgeous little bodies twisting and bending. 

	I had one fall into my lap, he thought. There's no reason there won't be others. And in the mean time, I can sure as hell enjoy the view. 

	

	

	

	

	
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