"Yes, very bad," agreed Director Benny Asqil in his thick Russian accent. The 61-year-old man looked back at her from behind his desk. "The team is unacceptable and it is my fault."

"No, no, Benny," she said, shaking her head. "We just don't have a girl like Shawna Milton these last years."

"No!" interrupted Asqil, "If it wasn't for my specialized training with Sherry Krum, Shawna's top talent alone would not have been enough for the team to win Olympic gold four years ago. I am just too old now, so I no longer provide the specialized training."

"What can we do then?"

"I will find someone to provide the specialized training." He stroked his gray moustache. "I brought this training to this country and we became great. The Russians and the Romanians have used it for years and now the Chinese are using it."

"You will stay as Director, right?"

"Yes, yes. I love this too much. Everything will be the same except for the specialized training. And you are still the best coach. We can't do without you."

"When do you want to start?"

"As soon as possible. When do the girls return from time-off?" "This Monday." Today was Thursday.

"Good, good. The specialized training will mold us champions and purge out the girls who aren't good enough. And when we find girls who's gymnastic skills appear good enough to train with the team, they will go through the specialized training also to see if they make the team." On Monday, Alicia Reyes, Krista Malone, and Jane Dancing all arrived within a half hour of each other at the gymnastics-training center. They each went instinctively to the gymnasium and saw one another. They greeted each other and Coach Mitchell with a warm hug after spending the month away with their family.

It was good to get back in the routine of this second "family". Each girl carried luggage containing their exercise outfit, street clothes, and personal items..

Alicia Reyes, from Austin, Texas, was fourth generation Mexican-American. She looked tan, but not Mexican and about the only Spanish she could speak was the same as most people spoke when ordering at Taco Bell. She was 18 years old, stood 4 foot ten and weighed 90 pounds. She had light brown hair, cropped short around her face. She didn't look skinny like most of the women gymnasts, but that didn't stop her from being world champion last year. However, during the Olympics, she finished ninth. As was typical of women gymnasts, she looked younger than she actually was. She looked 13 years old.

Krista Malone, from Fresno, California, stood 4 foot nine and weighed 80 pounds. She looked like she was twelve, but was 17 years old. She had brown hair that was always pulled up into a ponytail. She had surprised the world by finishing third at the world championships two years ago, but had faltered at times this past year and finished a disappointing fourteenth. She was one of the few women gymnastics that actually looked like she was having fun and less focused on messing up and being chewed out by a coach.

Jane Dancing, from Los Angeles, California, was 16 year old and the media thought she'd was the up and coming star of U.S. women's gymnastics. She'd heard the media hype and was eager to take on the role of media darling. She stood 4 foot eleven and weighed 80 pounds. She had brown hair down to the middle of the her back and she liked how it twirled with her when she did flips in the floor exercise. It was a problem on the balance beam, at times, but she was confident she'd learn to compensate and become the very best in all four events.

"I am so excited to see all you girls back," enthused Coach Mitchell. "We are going to make some important changes in your training. In one week, we plan to start specialized training."

All three girls immediately looked over to the door that had the sign "Specialized Training" over it. They'd never been allowed into the room and been told to stay away from it.

Coach knew what they were thinking. "The room is in bad shape," she told the girls. "Director Asqil is going to have the room fixed up, but until we give you permission to go inside, stay away," she warned. "You three are our best, so you get specialized training first." That brought smiles from all girls. "When we decide who is to join our team, then they will get specialized training too. I need to go talk to the Director right now. See you sitting on the floor exercise mat in a half hour." In Director Asqil's office, Coach Mitchell said "All the girls are here."

"Good!" Asqil replied. "Are you going to start acclimation to help prepare them for specialized training?"

"Yes, right away. Have you found someone to provide the training yet?" "I have some leads. I may be out of the office on a couple of days to see if he is the right person. Oh, and the workers won't start until Thursday. Some contracting screw up."

"That is probably good. It will give the girls the chance to acclimate without others around first."

"That is true," he agreed as he thought about it. The trio chatted animatedly with other about their time spent with their families. Coach Mitchell came back. The girls already changed into their exercise suits. Coach thought earlier to tell them not to put them on, but decided it would be better to acclimate and transition the girls slower. "Okay girls," she said, clapping her hands to get their attention. "We're going to make one training change right away, so up on your feet." The girls bounced up. "Take off you suits.

They looked at the Coach blankly. Had they heard right?

"I want you entirely naked, right here, right now," Coach continued. She pointed downward. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She didn't want to come off as a drill sergeant to the girls. She loved the girls. But she needed to today. "Do you need some help?" She got eye contact. "Alicia?"

When Coach got eye contact with Jane, the girl spoke up, "Why?"

"This is an important part of the mental preparation of gymnastics. All of you are athletic enough to do all the routines. It was simple mental lapses that caused you to mess up at the Olympics. This mental preparation will also prepare you for specialized training. Oh, I talked to the Director, he said the room probably won't be finished for an additional week, so in two weeks you begin the new training."

Alicia stripped right away. She was determined to be champion again. Coach reached out her hand and Alicia gave her suit to her. Krista and Jane fiddled with their shoulder straps.

"What's with you two?" Coach tried to sound angry. "If any girl doesn't pass specialized training, she is off the team." This spurred Krista to push her suit down to her waist. "It's not like you have any tits to hide." The trio giggled at the word "tits". Krista stepped out of her suit and Coach grabbed it from her. "What's wrong, Jane? Are you a little girl?"

"No!" she retorted.

"So.? We have practice to do. You're holding it up. If you don't want to practice, go home. Alicia and Krista are ready to be the best in the world. I guess you're not."

Jane undid her shoulder straps and slowly pushed her suit down. Her eyes stayed down. She felt embarrassed. She covered herself.

"You have a beautiful body, Jane," Coach whispered to her as she grabbed her suit. "Don't be ashamed."

She tossed their clothing away. "The next big competition is four months away. You'll be wearing your suits again long before that."

"Okay, Alicia, let's get up on the balance beam. You're first." The threesome clad in only birthday suits followed Coach over. Alicia chalked up her hands and she popped up on the beam. Coach had her slowly go through her routine and gave pointers and instructions to each of the girls as they took their turns.

Getting back into the routine of training helped settle the girls. Everything they did was the same as before except they were naked and soon they didn't notice. After all, their outfits were tight and form fitting like a second skin. They noticed the feel of the beam on their bare pussies when they twirled down in their routine with the beam between their legs. There was no risk of "injury". After an hour and a half, Coach gave the girls a 15- minute break. She grabbed their suits and brought them to Asqil. "How is it going?" he asked as he took the outfits and locked them in a floor locker with the girls clothing he had taken from their luggage from their room.

"Great. They're already not thinking about being naked."

"Good, good." Coach had the girls run through some new routines on the uneven parallel bars and then they broke for lunch.

They followed Coach to the dining hall. Earlier, Benny had the cook place some towels on the chairs for the girls to sit on.

"Can't we put something on for lunch?" asked Alicia, whining.

"No," said Coach, flatly Coach sounded stern and they took that as a final answer.

Brenda, the 55-year old cook, maid, housekeeper, nurse and any other task that was needed, had worked at the training center for over 25 years. She'd seen the good years and the bad years for the team. When Benny came ten years ago, the team became good.

"I see we are bringing back the specialized training, Coach Mitchell," Brenda said. She made sure Coach and the girls had everything they needed.

"Yes," responded Coach.

"Good, good," said Brenda. "You girls will bring glory to the United States. You listen to Coach Mitchell. She and Director Asqil know what's best for you."

"Okay," said Krista, as they devoured lunch.

Brenda walked away with a sly smile. The afternoon brought instruction on the floor exercise and then the vault. Again, there was a slightly different feel with their pussies directly touched the floor exercise mat when their legs were split.

After dinner, the girls went to their room. The room was a large room with ten individual beds, bed lamps, and dressers. There was an adjoining rec room with TV, computer, and such. Another room was their community bathroom. Coach Mitchell followed them in. Each girl first went to their bags and gasped in horror to discover all their clothing was gone. Only amenities like toothbrushes, hairbrushes, earrings were left. Items they brought such as books or radios were also untouched.

Coach spoke to answer their question before they could ask it.

"Remember this morning I told you that we were going to work hard on being mentally prepared. The gymnast who has completed specialized training is the gymnast who wears outfits again and is allowed to wear regular clothes again. Of course, if you FAIL specialized training, you can wear clothing, but you are kicked off the team. When new girls come, you'll know she has not completed specialized training because she is still naked."

"Good night," Coach said as she turned to leave. "Don't stay up too late. Another full day tomorrow."

The girls discussed their theories on what kind of exercises might be part of specialized training. Each thought it would be hard, but each girl was confident she could make it.

Tuesday and Wednesday were routine days. The girls worked on each of the apparatus and quickly fell back into the routine they'd known the past few years. Nakedness became a minor spin on their daily schedule and they thought nothing of it. On Thursday, the workers came to work on the specialized training room. The girls practiced on the uneven bars when the men first appeared. Krista was doing her routine when Alicia and Jane spotted them. The two scrambled behind some poles and crouched down to hide themselves. Krista became distracted and missed the high bar and fell with a smack on her back and bare ass. She spotted what the other two saw and quickly scrambled away to join them.

Benny and Susan instructed the men to keep their distance from the girls. The number one priority was the room. However, if as they walked in and out while fixing up the room and they wanted to pause briefly and look, it was okay.

"What do you three think you are doing?" scolded Susan.

All they could do is point.

"Distractions, distractions. Work on your mental control, girls! Krista get back out here!"

Krista just pointed again as if she thought Coach was oblivious to the workers. "Krista...Now!" Coach said, raising her voice.

Krista reluctantly came out and walked back to Coach at the bars. She saw the men turn their heads and look at her when she came out.

"You both," Coach yelled to Alicia and Jane. "Get out here too! Just ignore them. They're way over there. They're just here to fix up the room and get it ready for you. This is a normal training day for us. We don't bother them. They are busy."

They'd never heard Coach Mitchell sound so mad. Coach was always friendly to be around. Alicia and Jane slinked back out. Coach lifted Krista up to reach the top bar to restart her routine. Krista spun and twirled her way through her routine.

The workers who carried torn and stain exercise mats out of the room stopped briefly as Krista performed. Krista often had to open her legs to spin and turn. They imagined they saw more of her pussy than they probably actually saw. Coach had each of the girls run through her routine three times. Each time the men paused from their work.

After Alicia finished the last one, Coach spoke up. "Working men," she said loudly to get their attention. "I present to you the very best of America's women's gymnastics." The men applauded. The girls all blushed.

"Please step aside working men" continued Coach, "I need to take the girls into the dining hall."

The men moved out of the way. The girls followed Coach single file and passed 20 feet from the men. Each girl looked directly in front of the head in front of her. They didn't see the men's eyes stare at their asses as they walked by or the "eating" comment.

After lunch, Coach maintained a routine schedule. While involved in instruction and training, the girls forgot about the men. Mostly. Some times a girl would realize one of the men watched her and she'd get nervous again. If Coach realized that happened to a girl, she'd admonish the girl to "focus".

That evening on their beds, Alicia commented to the other two that she noticed that some of the mats were stained dark red or creamy white. She figured the red might be blood were a girl had fallen some time, but she couldn't figure the white. There was too much for it to be pus or such.

"Chalk," Jane suggested.

"It doesn't look right," replied Alicia.

* Friday was routine. Coach kept them busy on their exercises and focused off the workingmen.

That night, Krista and Jane both agreed that the white stains were not chalk. One stained floor mat the workers took out had a strange mixture of dark red and streaked white.

On Saturday, the workingmen started to install new mats in the room. They were colored sky blue and looked cushy. Falling on those mats should barely hurt the girls thought happily as they began to anticipate specialized training. Sunday was a day off for everybody.

On Monday, Director Asqil finally came out to see the girls train. The girls wanted to run and hug the director, but they suddenly became conscious of their nakedness again.

"It is so good to see you back here training hard," he said.

"It is good to see you too, Director," they replied.

"I have good news. I found someone to provide the specialized training. He will be here next Monday."

"Coach Mitchell isn't doing it?" asked Krista, "No, no," he replied, chuckling. "Coach cannot do it. This requires a coach..." He paused to choose his word. "...a coach with different ... talents. Coach Mitchell isn't going anywhere. Out here on this main gym floor, Coach is in charge and he is an assistant. But in the specialized training room, he is in charge. It will be just you and him."

The Director looked at his young gymnasts and longed for the earlier years when he could provide the training personally. Krista and Jane were flat-chested as ever, but Alicia had just the slightest slope of breasts and her nipples protruded.

That night, Alicia commented that the workers seemed bring a lot of mats into the room.

"Yes," agreed Krista. The room didn't seem it could be that big knowing the layout of the rest of the building.

"Well, duh!" said Jane. "It must be bigger."

* Director Asqil came out to watch the girls practice on Wednesday. The workers finished that day. A cipher lock was on the door.

For the next few days, it was back to naked gymnasts and Coach Mitchell, though the Director frequently came to watch and sometimes comment on improvements. Saturday, Coach only worked them in the morning. She complemented them on how hard they'd practiced and gave them off until Monday.

As per Director Benny Asqil's instructions, "Coach" Craig Gilmore arrived at his new job a little after 9 AM so Coach Susan Mitchell would have the girls already out in the gym. Benny brought them to the dormitory room. The room had 10 beds but only three were occupied. Alicia's bed was the first one on the left and Krista's the next. Jane's bed was the first one on the right. Craig chose the next bed on the right for himself.

"I'll wait for you by the gym door," Benny told him.

Craig stripped off all his clothing and locked them and the other clothes he brought with him in his dresser. His was the only dresser that locked. He placed his personal effects out similarly to what the girls did. When done, he went to find the Director.

The Director looked at the man he had hired. He was 25 years old with brown hair and in excellent physical condition. Craig followed him through the door into the main gymnastics room.

"Attention, attention," the Director yelled out.

The trio of girls and the Coach stopped what they were doing and turned toward the door.

"I'd like to present to you our new staff member, Coach Craig," he said enthusiastically, as they walked toward the group.

Craig stepped out from behind the Director. His eyes locked onto the three girls and his cock became hard. The girls watched in amazement as they saw his dick grow and stand up right before their eyes. This also was Susan's first time to see Craig. She took a more critical look at him. His cock looked just below average sized. Size wasn't what was important she knew. However, if he was too big that could potentially be a problem.

Craig looked up and down each of the girls. They looked so young. It was hard to believe they were older teens. Benny had told Craig that because of the constant, intense exercise, none of the girls had ever had a period. Puberty was arrested and becoming a woman waited in their biological lives. All for the sake of some medals and awards.

"Well, I'll let Susan introduce you to our star gymnasts. I have work to do. I love you girls."

* Craig walked up to the group.

"Team, this is Coach Craig," Susan reintroduced. "He's going to be out here assisting me and helping you practice the next couple of days and then you'll start specialized training. When are you starting, Coach?"

"Director Asqil suggested Thursday was a good day. And knowing all the great things he's been saying about you girls, I know you'll be ready."

The compliment briefly redirected their gaze from his protruding dick to his face. They briefly smiled at him and then returned their gaze lower on his body.

"This is Alicia Reyes," said Susan.

"I saw you win the world championship last year on TV," flattered Craig. "You're still the beautiful world champion in my heart." He stuck out his hand. It took her a moment to realize he wanted to shake hands and she meekly brought her hand up. He gently took it in his hand and kissed the back of it. "A great honor to meet you."

"Thank you," she replied, shyly.

"This is Krista Malone," continued Susan.

"Oh, yes. The cutest girl on the floor exercise. You are already in my heart and one day you will be world champion." Krista didn't hesitate to shake his hand. He kissed the back lightly.

"And Jane Dancing."

"Why are you naked?" Jane asked before Craig could say anything.

"Well..."

Susan interrupted. "Coach Craig is naked to help with your mental toughness. Today I can tell that you all are unfocused. This will teach you to concentrate even harder on your routines." It wasn't really an answer, but she hoped it would do.

Jane didn't reply back.

"Jane," said Craig. "I can see that you are a girl who says what is on her mind. I like that VERY much. A girl like that has a warm place in my heart."

Jane lifted the back of her hand and he brushed his lips on her skin. Each girl liked Coach Craig already and had a good feeling about him.

"Okay, girls, said Coach Mitchell. "Back to the vault."

After a run through the vault and floor exercise, they broke for lunch. An extra towel was on a seat in the lunch room. Craig sat between Krista and Jane and they found out about each others backgrounds. After lunch, Craig briefly excused himself to the restroom. It was painful to walk around with an erection the past three hours and he needed to "relieve" himself. He'd get used to it and it wouldn't be a problem in a couple of days, but right now it hurt.

When he went back to the gym, he saw Jane up on the balance beam and his cock rose and hardened again. Susan was holding her steady as she slowly walked through her routine. By the time he walked over, Krista was on the beam and Susan stood next to her.

"Coach Craig," said Susan. "Get on the other side of the beam and we'll go through Krista's performance."

Krista shivered when he placed his hand on her hip and almost fell, but Susan steadied her.

"Sorry, I--I'm nervous," apologized Krista.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, Krista," Susan explained. "He and I are both the same. We're both called Coach. Focus, focus." All three girls were getting sick of hearing that word.

Craig wasn't sure what to do, so he mirrored what Susan did. He was probably more of a hindrance to Krista and Susan, but by the time Alicia was on the beam he was starting to understand when to hold her leg or steady her at the waist. He wanted to rub his hand over her pussy, but he didn't want to hear "focus, focus" any more than the girls did and it still was his first day.

They took a fifteen minute break and reconvened at the uneven bars.

"Okay, Jane," said Susan. "Show us how it's done."

Jane got under the high bar waiting for Coach to lift her up to reach it as she always did.

"Coach," Susan said. "Would you lift Jane up?"

"Sure," said Craig, smiling and began to get behind her.

"He's not touching me!" suddenly said Jane, adamantly.

"What?" said Susan.

"I don't want him to touch me."

"Why not? What's wrong?"

"I just don't like it. It doesn't feel right."

"Well, Jane," Susan said angrily. "Then go away right now. I don't want you around. Think about it. Think about and decide if you want to be a champion gymnast."

Jane just stood their dumbfounded. Her mouth hung open.

"Go!" Susan said and pointed to the door. "Ready, Alicia?' she said, in a sweet voice. Alicia stepped out and waited briefly for Jane to get out of the way and took her place.

Jane slowly walked out, sulking. She didn't need to put up with this. She was going to be a star. But if Coach Mitchell and the Director kicked her off the team, would anyone care about her?

Alicia felt his hands grab her waist. His hands felt different than Coach Mitchell's, and he was stronger, so he easily raised her up to the bar. She hung there briefly waiting for him to move out of the way. He could see her pussy fairly close up. He thought he could smell her pussy.

"Coach..." he heard Susan say quietly.

He looked at her and saw her wave him out of the way. Alicia couldn't hold on to the bar forever. He backed away and she did her routine. "Yes!" he said, as she stuck her landing.

He helped Alicia up to the bar several times in a row. He'd quickly learned to hold her waist a little longer as she held the bar for a quick glance at her pussy and a perceived whiff of it. Then it was Krista's turn. He noticed her ass was a little skinnier than Alicia's as he glanced and "whiffed" her pussy. After Krista was done, a small voice came from behind them.

"Would you lift me up, Coach Craig?" said Jane. Craig looked at Susan.

"Of course," said Susan. "I'm glad you made the right choice. We all knew you were smart."

Jane took her place and Craig lifted her up to glance and "whiff". She was a little taller than the other girls and had the skinniest ass. *

After dinner, Coach Craig followed the girls to their room.

As the girls each settled on top of their beds, they noticed him settled on a bed too.

"What are you doing?" asked Jane.

"I'm sleeping here too," replied Craig. "It's all a part of the training." Jane was fuming inside, but she resisted the urge to say something. She was proud of herself that she could keep control. She had doubts about this training and the other girls already began to have a few themselves.

"It'll be hard at first, but just pretend I'm not here or I'm just one of you. Talk about anything you want. You can even talk bad about Coach Mitchell if you want. I'm on YOUR side. I'm tired tonight though so I'm going to go to sleep right away."

He did fall asleep within 10 minutes on top of his sheets and blankets. He was on his side facing away from Jane's bed. Krista was the first to notice he was asleep and she quietly went over to his bed and got down on her knees to get a closer look at his dick. It was still hard and erect. Alicia came over next to her and was equally fascinated.

"Come on over, Jane," whispered Alicia.

"Yeah, Jane," said Krista.

Jane looked at them at though they were silly.

"Come on," Alicia mouthed.

Jane shrugged her shoulders and got off her bed and came over.

She crouched down on her knees with the rest of them. She looked at his dick and found herself equally intrigued with it.

The trio whispered avidly and then his dick twitched. They all jumped back startled and then giggled at their reactions. He began to stir from the sound and the girls all scattered back to their beds. He didn't wake up, but rolled on to his other side.

Jane was now the first brave one and soon went back down on her knees by his dick. Once Alicia and Krista were also sure he wouldn't wake up, they followed. They returned to viewing his hard, one-eyed shaft.

"Dare you to touch it," Krista challenged Alicia.

"You touch it," Alicia retorted.

"What do you think it will do?" Krista asked.

"I don't know," Alicia replied, wishing Krista would shut up.

The two watched in amazement as they saw Jane reach out her right hand and touch his shaft with her outstretched index finger. She touched it quick and took her finger back off. There was no response. She touched the head and pressed slightly. It twitched. Alicia and Krista scattered again, but Jane stayed.

She felt confident. She rubbed the eye and a little liquid came out. Thinking it was pee, she hastily wiped it on the bed sheet. Alicia and Krista returned. Jane rubbed her finger down his shaft.

"Mmmm," he mumbled in his sleep.

Jane held up her hand to prevent the other two from running away again. "It's warm," Jane said, apparently surprised. "Touch it."

When no one moved, Jane grabbed Krista's hand and pulled it to his dick. Krista didn't fight her pull, but shook Jane's hand off right before she reached him. She ran her index finger under his shaft from bottom to top. His dick jumped! And he let out an audible exhale.

Startled, Krista ran away, but Jane quickly grabbed Alicia's wrist and prevented her from leaving too. Jane fought hard not to laugh out loud. She hadn't wanted to do this at first, but it was sort of fun now.

Jane was bold now. She squeezed the shaft between thumb and index finger and liked how it lightly twitched with each little squeeze. She pulled Alicia closer.

"Your turn," Jane told her.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

"I'm the one who didn't want to do it at first, but you made me. Now it's your turn. Open your hand."

Jane pressed Alicia's hand around his shaft until it encircled it.

"It IS warm!" said Alicia.

"Interesting, huh?" Jane said. "Squeeze it."

Krista's curiosity had overtaken her fears and she came back over to watch. Alicia gave it a squeeze.

"Yes", they thought he said.

Coach Craig's dick started to slide slightly within her hand.

All the girls eyes grew large.

"What's he doing in his sleep?" asked Alicia, holding her hand tight around his dick.

"I don't know," said Jane "Can I try?" Jane replaced Alicia's hand around his dick. She gave it a squeeze and his dick moved again. "It's warmer than before. This is so cool." She held his dick for a couple of minutes.

"Krista's turn," said Alicia.

Krista got down in front and tentatively wrapped her hand around his dick.

"You can hold it pretty tight," instructed Alicia, as if she already was a dick squeezing expert.

Krista held his dick for a minute. He moaned occasionally.

"We should go to bed," finally whispered Alicia. She was the team leader. "Coach Mitchell will chew us out if we go out on the floor tired. Maybe we can do it again tomorrow night."

"I hope so," Jane and Krista said in unison. Craig woke up in the morning with a really urgent need to pee.

He hurried to the bathroom.

"What are you doing in here?" said Krista. She had just showered and combed her hair in front of the mirror.

"I have to go pee."

"Go somewhere else," said Jane as she came out of a stall.

"This is my room, too!" He had no time to argue. He rushed into a stall and peed.

The girls were amazed at how long he peed. When he came out, they noticed his dick was softer. When he noticed they were looking at his dick, it aroused him and he rehardened in front of their eyes.

Alicia came in to the bathroom. "What are you doing here?"

Hadn't he just answered that? "I live here."

"Well, I'm going to take a shower."

"Go ahead. I'm going to take one too. Look girls. We live together. We share everything. Please be nice to me." He walked out.

When he heard the shower water, he grabbed his shampoo and went back into the bathroom. Krista and Jane primped in front of the mirror.

The showers were a three-sided cube with an open wall. Two shower heads on each side. Alicia was at the front left shower analogous to where her bed was in the sleeping room. Craig chose the open shower against the same wall.

Craig turned the water on, got himself all wet and soaped up.

He did quick glances at Alicia as he washed. She tried to ignore him.

"Would you mind helping me get my back?" he asked, breaking into her "bubble" to pay no attention to him.

"What??" she said, not sure what he said.

"Would you mind helping me wash my back, Alicia? It's hard to reach. I'd really appreciate it." He waited for a response. "Please..." He reached out the soap to her.

She reluctantly took the soap and rubbed it over his back. His back was firm to her touch. She made sure his back was thoroughly covered in soap.

"Okay," Alicia said, quietly.

"Thanks," Craig said with zest in his voice. "Can I help you wash your back?" She shook her head. "I got it. I'm okay."

"Of course," Craig said, "Women gymnasts can bend all kinds of ways. Just thought I'd ask though and be friendly. I guess I better wash my cock too." He reached down and began to soap it up.

Alicia watched intently as he stroked up and down on his dick.

It appeared to get longer and stand more erect. He peripherally watched her watch him.

"I'll wash my hair and be out soon," he said when he stopped stroking. Alicia toweled dry and went into the sleeping area. Krista and Jane were there. She explained what she had seen when Craig stroked his dick and how he had called it a "cock". At practice, the girls were unfocused. Coach Mitchell was discouraged with them and finally decided to end training by mid-afternoon and admonished them to be mentally prepared tomorrow.

Evening came and Craig and the girls retired to the sleeping area. He noticed the girls were antsy. He stayed up with them in the recreation room and watched the silly TV shows they liked. They stayed up later than they usually do until finally each of the girls went to sleep and Craig followed soon after. The girls seemed irritated with him but he didn't know why.

Each girl fell asleep disappointed they couldn't replay the previous night. Alicia woke up at 4 AM the next morning and went to the bathroom. She returned and noticed in the darkness that Coach Craig was on his back. His dick, his "cock" she told herself, was limp. This was the first time she'd seen it like that. She'd decided to go touch it, but in her single-mindedness, she stubbed her toe on Jane's bed.

"Mmmmph," she said, holding back a cry.

"Whaaa.," Alicia heard from the bed. "Alicia?" Jane said.

"Shhhh!" she cautioned. "Quiet."

Alicia walked over to Craig and Jane scrambled out from under her covers eager to be a part of it. Since he was on his back in the middle of the bed, Jane stood on the opposite side of the bed as Alicia. Alicia reached down and encircled her fingers around his cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze. Getting no instant response, she squeezed it again and started to rhythmically squeeze it. She ran her thumb over the tip and his cock began to grow.

Jane saw the big smile on Alicia's face. "Let me try," she whispered.

"Not yet." Alicia continued to squeeze and rub his cock tip. With a squeeze, she received some liquid from the tip on thumb. She released and rubbed it on the sheet. In that brief moment, Jane reached out her hand and took Alicia's place on his cock. Alicia was angry, but said nothing.

After a couple of minutes, his cock grew to the normal size they were used to seeing. Alicia grabbed his cock lower on the shaft beneath Jane's hand. His cock was now warm in her hand.

"Let's stroke it like you saw him do," Jane said.

"Okay, let go."

"I want to do it to."

"Maybe we can do it at the same time." Alicia released his cock and had Jane come around the bed to her side. Alicia curved her right hand and had Jane do the same with her left. They intertwined their fingers, closed their hands together around his cock and locked it in with their thumbs.

They started to stroke.

"Owww," he said in his sleep when they started in opposite directions. They stayed motionless to see if he would wake up.

"Down," Alicia said.

Their clasped hands slowly went to the bottom of his shaft.

They slowly moved up, his cock head went inside their hands. Back down they went. His cock head popped backed out.

It was torturously slow at first, but the girls finally started to work together and developed a gentle stroking rhythm. His cock's liquid made their hands sticky. They didn't like that, but neither wanted to let go either. They noticed his cock change colors into a deeper shade of purple. They started to stroke his cock faster. The tip dribbled a lot of liquid which they knew by now was NOT pee.

"OHHHH!" he yelled very loud.

"Ahhhh!" Krista screamed out, awakened by his yell.

Alicia and Jane simultaneously jumped, released his cock, and scurried for their beds.

"What's going on?" Craig said, groggily awake, and seeing Alicia's backside standing by her bed. Jane was back in bed, already feigning sleep.

"I...I just went to the bathroom," said Alicia, nervously, not turning around. She made eye contact with Krista and Krista gave her a sly, knowing smile. Krista saw Alicia dart back.

"Are you okay, Coach?" asked Krista. "I heard you yell." As Alicia slipped into her bed, she gave Krista a glare for her to shut up.

"I just had a ..." he paused to find the right word. "... a dream." He slipped out of his bed and walked stiffly to the bathroom. He had a serious case of blue balls. He glanced down at Jane. She must be really zonked, he thought. She didn't wake up.

In the bathroom, he took a long, hard pee. It hurt a little to pee. He' reflected on his dream. A red-haired, 14-year old beauty was riding his cock. His dream girl was probably what Coach Susan looked like when she was a girl. Finally, his bladder was empty. He slowly walked back to his bed and fell back asleep almost immediately.

The girls left him alone for the rest of the night.

On Wednesday, it was practice as usual. Alicia was lackluster with little energy. That evening while Craig was away talking to the Director and Coach Mitchell, Krista made Alicia tell her everything about the night before. The three tried to look up "cock" on the internet with the computer in the rec room, but there was a filtering software on it. Without success, they tried to get around the software. When Coach Craig joined them in the room, they quickly closed the browser to hide their web search.

"Good news, team," he said. "The Director feels you are making excellent progress with the new mental conditioning and the specialized training will happen tomorrow as planned."

The girls looked back at him blankly. They were discouraged about their inability to find information on cock.

Craig was surprised by their lack of reaction. "Are you ready? We can wait." "Yea, we're ready" Jane said, and each girl nodded.

Craig sat down. The girl's minds were "somewhere else" and it made him feel uneasy. "What's bothering you? Something wrong? Is there something I can do to make things better? I can talk to the Director or the Coach."

There was an awkward, long silence.

"Coach, what's that sticky white substance that sometimes drips out of your cock?" The voice was Krista's. The question was NOT what he expected. Alicia noticed Krista said "sticky" and she tensed up. Did Krista just give their "secret" away?

Craig did notice "sticky". He'd tried to be careful about not getting anything sticky. He knew generally he just stayed hard and didn't pre-cum very much unless he was extra aroused. He suddenly had a plausible explanation for the dreams he had the last two nights "It's called "come," he answered. "Often spelled "c-u- m." It happens when my cock has extra good feelings and sensations. Like when its rubbed." The girls all glanced at each other and he detected their glances.

"Here's something to think about," he continued. "Tomorrow's specialized training will involve my cock. Try to think how it is going to be used." He stood up. "Don't stay up too late. Susan... er... Coach Mitchell says you've been looking tired." He walked out.

Alicia sighed in relief. She felt for sure she was going to be in trouble.

"What do you think?" asked Krista, excitedly.

"I think you rub it and get all the cum on your hands to help grip the uneven bars," Jane said confidently.

Krista liked the answer, but Alicia wasn't so sure about it. *

It was Thursday. The girls were allowed to be more leisurely that morning. Specialized training was scheduled for 10:00 AM and regular training was in the afternoon as usual.

At just before 10 o'clock, the Director came to their room. Benny was very pleased to see the girls with so much energy and in such high spirits. They were almost on the ceiling in anticipation for the time to arrive.

"You are the first girls to have specialized training in over four years. Those girls won gold. Do us proud."

He escorted them to the door of the gym where Coach Mitchell met them. Benny gave her a thumbs up and left to his office. Susan looked over the girls quickly. She had instructed them to take extra time in the shower and get extra clean.

They followed Coach Mitchell through the door and over to Coach Craig who was stood in front of the door to the specialized training room.

"The Director says they are ready and I agree," Susan pronounced.

"As do I," said Craig, continuing the mock ceremony.

He punched in the cipher code to the door lock and opened the door. "Follow me," he said, as he entered. They did and Susan closed the door behind them. The girls looked around the room in amazement. The room was empty!

The floor was wall-to-wall exercise mats. The wall were floor-to-ceiling exercise mats. It was essentially a padded room. Even the back of the door was padded. The inside cipher lock had a pad cover. The ceiling was standard dropped acoustic tile with fluorescent lighting. Unknown to everyone including Susan and Benny, Craig installed small, high-tech cameras and microphones in the ceiling for his video "scrapbook". He'd have an editing project one day.

The girls looked at Craig with a "what's-going-on?" look.

"Alicia!" Craig said "Up on your knees, right here." He pointed to the middle of the floor. She got down. "Face the wall," he said, meaning the wall with the door.

Craig stood in front of her. His cock bobbed in front of her face. She was tempted to grab it, but decided to wait.

"Krista! Right here. Face that wall," he said pointing to the wall on his right. She got down on her knees, on Craig's left, Alicia's right.

"Jane! Other side," he said, pointing again. Jane hurried over.

Krista and Jane faced each other on opposite sides of Alicia and Craig. They saw Craig's cock twitch in front of Alicia's face. They could see it let out more cum.

"A very good start," he complimented. "The first thing we are going to do is the floor exercise." They all looked up at him quizzically. "It is more of a breathing exercise. It helps you learn to better manage your breathing and learn to breath deeply through your nose. You will take my cock into your mouth and suck on it. Use your tongue too. Rub it with your lips. Discover what you like to do. I know you'll figure out what I like." He chuckled. "Just don't bite me. And do not use your hands on my cock."

He briefly scanned each of their faces, but couldn't get a good read on whether they were scared or excited or what.

"Alicia, please take my cock into your mouth, now," he instructed.

She opened her mouth, leaned in and closed her lips around his cock. His tip touched the back her throat, so she slid her mouth up toward the cock head. "Mmmm. Good start, Alicia," he praised. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders.

He decided to explain further. "We call this "floor exercise" but this is also called "cock sucking". Alicia is currently a "cocksucker."

Krista and Jane watched Alicia in the floor exercise. Each wondered what it would be like to be in Alicia's place and to have Coach Craig's cock in her mouth.

After six minutes, Craig groaned and moaned. Alicia liked how she could make him moan. She sucked and licked enthusiastically on his cock. It felt even harder and even longer in her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Alicia. You are such an awesome cocksucker. You need hardly any training at all. You are just naturally good."

Alicia felt an unexplained urgency as he moaned continually - "oh, yes, oh yes." She sucked faster. His hands came up and rested on her temples.

"Your gonna make me cum" he cried out. "Oh, Alicia, Alllliiisha, ALICIA!" His cock exploded in her mouth.

His hands push her mouth down and held her tight against his cock just before she felt the first squirt of cum. She breathed hard through her nose and swallowed the cum as her mouth began to fill up from successive squirts. It tasted strongly salty. And there was so much!

"That's it, Alicia. Breathe, breathe. You're doing it great!" Craig encouraged.

Krista and Jane saw their teammate gasp through her nose and swallow several times, but didn't understand what happened.

Craig released her head and Alicia slumped down. She breathed through her mouth. Kristen and Jane were surprised to see a gooey white string attached to her upper and lower lips. Some dripped to the floor and Krista had a flashback recognition of a stain she'd seen before.

Alicia coughed deeply. Some cum flew out of her mouth.

"Krista!" he said. His cock immediately rehardened as he thought of her. Krista's eyes went from Alicia up to Craig. She saw his cock regain its hardness.

"Alicia. Switch places with Krista."

Alicia was in a daze. Krista stood up and Craig helped Alicia slide over. Krista got down in front of him. His cock looked wet and slick now after spending ten minutes in Alicia's mouth. More of his cum was on it than before too. Some of it looked like what she could see coating Alicia's gasping mouth. It should be noted that Craig was hired because he could cum often and cum with a full load every time.

"Begin," he said matter-of-factly.

Krista put her lips around Craig's cock tentatively. Her early excitement and anticipation had waned some after seeing Alicia's finish. She didn't like that her lips became sticky immediately. She wondered - Was it when she saw his cock throb several times in Alicia's mouth that all his cum came out of his cock? Was that going to happen to her? Was he going to put a lot of cum in her mouth? He rubbed her "O" mouth up and down his shaft. "Try using your tongue," he said, breaking into her thoughts. She began to lick along his shaft and it responded by twitching in her mouth. She was intrigued and licked more.

That's the way to do, Krista," complimented Craig. His hands came up and rested behind her neck. She couldn't pull back very far, so she had to bob up and down on his cock deeply.

His eyes looked over at Alicia. She had "recovered" and watched intently Krista suck his cock. He looked at Jane and she was also focused on the activity. He looked up the ceiling as Krista's took his cock in her mouth extra deep.

Oh, YES, Kristaaaaaaaa!" he cried out.

e was almost to boiling point and he wanted to get his cock back into that deep spot he was a second ago, but he didn't force her.

"Oh, yes, oh yes, oh, yes. Make me cum. That's the way." The only other sounds were slurpies on his cock and the hard breathing from the two watchers.

"KRISTA!" he screamed.

His hands went to her head and he held her tight against him as he shot his load. She instinctively worked her tongue away from his cock so she could swallow quickly. She breathed raggedly through her nose as he filled her mouth with his cum. She thought she could handle it, but he kept cumming and she began to panic.

"Breathe, breathe," he soothed, as he saw her emotions in her eyes.

She swallowed in three quick successions. His cum was salty, but not bad tasting in anyway. She took a deep breath and swallowed some more. When her breath slowed down, he released her. She pulled her nose away from his belly and freed his cock. It poked her in the chin as it grew again. She noticed him look at Jane. That wasn't so bad, she thought, as she heard Craig tell her and Jane to switch.

Krista got down on her knees across from Alicia. She opened her mouth and smiled big for Alicia to see her cum coated tongue, teeth and throat. She licked some off her teeth. Alicia opened her mouth for Krista to see in return. Jane and Craig were focused on each other. Jane realized, by going last, that the main breathing part of the floor exercise was when Coach squirted his cum in your mouth. The first part was to practice with something in your mouth, to encourage you to breathe through your nose. When he felt you were ready, he put a lot of cum in your mouth to force you to breathe through your nose and to show you could do it. Sometimes coaches were so easy to figure out.

Jane confidently took his cock into her mouth and immediately began to go down on him hard and fast. Alicia and Krista had both taken ten minutes before Coach had decided to cum and she knew she could do it even faster.

After a minute of her furiously working on his cock, he said, "Slow down. Take it easy. You'll wear yourself out."

"I thought you liked it that way," she said, from down below.

"I do. I do. But you have to build up to it."

She slowed down and began to bob long and deep on his cock.

"Ohhh, yes, Jane," he moaned out. "That is very nice." She had her efforts rewarded by his cock getting harder and longer.

Her tongue snaked around his cock in the most delectable way as she went up and down. What technique! He ran his hand through her hair.

He thrust forward and she bobbed faster on his cock and soon furiously sucked on it like she had started in the beginning.

"Jane....Jane...Jane," he moaned. "Jane... JANNNnnnne"

He clamped her mouth down on his cock and screamed, "JANE!"

She was ready. His cock squirted cum to the back of her throat and she swallowed it fast. His cock twitched again and again and again and cum filled her throat. The taste was horrid! She began to gag as she wanted to spew it out of her mouth, but more just kept cumming.

She began to thrash against him in panic. "Breathe, breathe Jane," he said, trying to help her. "And swallow." He could see her mouth bulge.

She swallowed once and began to gag again. She wanted to throw up. She swallowed again knowing this was the only way to get the cum out of her mouth.

She swallowed several more times until her mouth was empty enough.

Craig released her and she fell backward and landed smack on her back. She turned her head and wretched several times but fortunately nothing came up. She made no effort to get up. She wanted to cry.

"You all did very well," he said. "Even you Jane." He looked down at her. "We're done for today. Let's go get some lunch. The taste of cum can take some getting used to, so eating will change the taste in your mouth." He turned and punched in the cipher code and swung the door out.

Alicia and Krista walked through the door back into the main gym, but Jane just laid on the mat. She still breathed heavily. They all looked back at her "Go ahead. I'll catch up," he told the two.

They waited. They had concern for their fallen teammate.

"It's okay," he emphasized. "We'll be right behind you." Craig bent down to scoop her up.

Alicia and Krista entered the dining room. The clock on the wall said 11. It was still early. They'd only been in the specialized training room an hour. It seemed longer to them. They were hungry.

Coach Mitchell and Director Asqil were in the room drinking coffee and waiting for the girls. Director Asqil rarely ate with them. The girls sat down.

"Open your mouths," the Director said. "And stick out your tongue."

Brenda came over and brought some water glasses. She saw their cum streaked mouths and tongues, so she smiled.

"You girls do very, very good," Brenda praised.

"Yes," agreed the Director, brusquely. "But there are two more exercises to learn. And I want you to pass."

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