This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Well, a while back I posted some ideas which I had hoped someone would use to write a story. I did not want to write them because I didn't think I could write. Also, it's never as exciting to read a story that you wrote yourself. Someone made a decent attempt at one of the subjects, but not the other. Recently I was inspired by a story someone else wrote which involved one of my favorite fantasies I have had for many years - a young gymnast. It was not bad, but I have some particular fetishes that I wanted to see and it seems that hardly anybody shares them with me. Hey, it's my fan- tasy and I can be gross (in other's eyes) if I want to be! Anyway, here is my version of my own fantasy with all of the details that turn me on. The story involves a nondescript man and a 12-1/2 year old gymnast (you can stop reading now if young girls aren't your thing). It builds up VERY slowly because my fantasy involves an enormous amount of body exam- ination including armpits, which I find very erogenous. But, if you're patient it does end with sex. No apologies for my writing style. I honestly didn't think it would come out as good as it did (IMHO). Now on with the story. NOTE: This is fantasy only. While I may have contem- plated these things in my mind, I have never acted on them. The entire text is fiction. Because it is fic- tion many of the acts performed are impossible or at least physically unrealistic. The Young Gymnast Part 1 He always fantasied about young girls, those girls just on the cusp of womanhood - ages 11 - 14. When at the beach dur- ing the summer he would pick out and watch carefully those kinds of girls. He loved to see their small, firm breasts, thin thighs, tight asses which were most revealed at the beach when they were in their bathing suits. The body style he liked most was an almost boyish look - very thin, small breasts, short hair. This was best seen in girls of that age group, whose bodies had not developed even the slightest sag but was well defined with the beginnings of the classic "hourglass" figure. He would watch the young girls coming out of the water or getting up from their blankets when their bathing suit rode up into their crotches to see their firm asses which blended into their thighs rather that hang- ing over them. He had to look quickly since they pulled their bathing suits back into place as soon as they felt it ride up. That's why his ultimate fantasy was that of a gym- nast. There was the perfect body. He could be assured that the girl would be thin, muscular, perfect ass, firm, budding breasts, often short hair. Of course, the other thing about gymnasts that fed his fantasies was the way they could stretch their bodies, opening them up completely for exami- nation in every detail. One lucky day that he was passing by a gymnastics school in town when the sound of someone working out on the equipment came through the door. Like most gymnastic schools, this one had a practice room with just a door and no windows, since the girls did not like to be watched as they worked out. This particular room had another door to the street which today was opened a crack. That's how he happened to hear the workout as he passed. Looking at the rest of the gymnastics school, it seemed that the place was closed for the day except for the one girl working out. He got up his nerve and walked in the door. She didn't see him at first, but he sure saw her. It was like a fantasy come true. She looked about 12 or 13 - it was hard to tell since a gymnast's body is usually undeveloped due the the continuous exercise. She had very short, almost white blonde hair in a pageboy style. She was dressed in a long sleeved leotard, typical for a gymnast. The gym had that musky smell of equipment and sweat. Judging by how lit- tle she was sweating, he figured she had just started her workout. As he walked into the room further, she noticed him and stopped her workout on the unparallel bars. She seemed frightened. He made up a story about looking for a gymnastic school for his daughter and was the owner of this school around. The girl replied that she was alone - everyone else had gone home for the day and had left her to practice and lock up. What unbelievable luck for him! As he talked to her he began his initial examination of what appeared to be his fantasy fulfilled. She was about five feet tall, very fair complexion, which was to be expected from a girl with such blonde hair, and what could only be described as his vision of the perfect body (at least from the front, which was all he could see as he talked to her). Of course she was very thin - he could almost see her ribs through her outfit. He breasts looked to be small mounds. the bases the diameter of a grapefruit but they only stuck out about an inch or so from her chest. For him, the perfect breasts were small but with a larger diameter at the base rather than the same diameter from base to tip. When a young girl's breast begin to bud, this is usually how they looked. He couldn't see her nipples because she was wearing some kind of sports bra. Her waist came in slightly and back out sightly at her hips. Her thighs were thin and firm - not much larger that the rest of her leg. He looked at her crotch in the hopes of seeing her leotard creeping into her crack, but her underwear prevented it. Finally her face. He was always of the opinion that a girl's pubic hair color and shade would match her eyebrows. His ultimate weakness was for natural blondes. In his opinion, you could not call yourself a natural blonde unless your pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on your head, and through his experience with porno magazines and tapes he had seen very few women indeed that met his strict definition of blonde. Add to this his other desire for straight rather than curly pubic hair, and the field was narrowed down to barely nonexistent. His hopes for perfection were raised as he examined the girl's face. Her white blonde hair appeared to be the same shade from tip to root - a very good sign. Her hair was very straight with no wave whatsoever - he thought the term for this was flaxen. Now her eyebrows. What little eyebrow she had was a light grey. Even her eyelashes were lighter than normal. Her eyes were a light blue. Very Nordic looking. Could she be his perfect blonde? Maybe he would find out. Her face was really that of a boy's. In fact, if you didn't see her breasts you would probably mistake her for a boy. There she was - his dream come true. She had not begun to sweat yet since she had just begun her work out. He hoped he would get to watch her sweat. Now all he had to do was get her to go along as he played out his fantasy. It was amazing how much he was able to examine her during their short conversation. He asked if he could watch as she worked out. He said that he was not sure if gymnastics was right for his daughter. She was reluctant so he tried a different approach. He offered to pay her ten dollars to be able to stay. Like most girls her age, buying the latest CDs, and makeup (although she wasn't wearing any today) were her number one priorities and that took lots of money so she jumped at the opportunity to earn some easily. She agreed to let him stay. Now she owed him, so he took the opportunity to ask some innocent questions. What was her name? Kelly, she said. He guessed that a tom-boy looking girl like her might have a unisex same. How old was she? Twelve and a half. Perfect age. She mounted the unparallel bars and began her routine. It was hard for him to hide his erection at the sight of her lithe body stretching back and forth over the bars, stretch- ing her legs out wide and open. Not one part of her body wiggled or sagged as she went through her practice. After a few minutes she dismounted and came over to him. How did she look?, she asked. Fantastic, he said, feeding her ego. She was just beginning to sweat on her face. He looked at her armpits to see how much she was sweating, but they looked dry. He inhaled deeply as she stood next to him. A very faint smell of a young girl's sweat. Yum! He asked how much the lessons cost and that seemed to touch a nerve in her. She was upset because her parents could barely afford the lessons and wanted her to stop. Her babysitting money was just not covering the difference between her parents' con- tribution and the cost of the lessons. He saw his opportun- ity. He could either blow it here or see his fantasy ful- filled. He had to take the chance. He complemented her on her magnificent physique, something she rarely heard at her age. She was embarrassed by her boy- ish looks and body. He said that he really liked watching her do her routine. If he offered her another $10, would she take off her underwear and work out just in the leotard? He promised not to touch her, just watch. At first she was a little shocked at the suggestion, but since she needed the money so bad, she agreed. He took out his wallet and gave her a $20, $10 from before and $10 for now. She went into an adjacent room and after a couple of minutes reappeared, somewhat embarrassed. Now he could see her small, hard nip- ples poking through her leotard, probably aroused by her embarrassed state. Her breasts were the exact same shape as before, attesting to either the tightness of her outfit or the firmness of her breasts. It was hard to tell (yet). She mounted the bars and began again. He approached the bars to get a better view. After all, he had paid for the privilege. As she hung from the upper bar he could see her breasts flatten, almost disappearing into her chest. Her leotard began to ride up into her crotch - exactly what he wanted. As she flipped around, he could see more of her firm ass. With all of the stretching and spreading of her legs, her leotard began to look like a thong bathing suit. He could now see all of her thigh from the front and almost all of her ass from the back. She was sweating more now. A combi- nation of embarrassment and exercise. As she hung from the bar he could see small areas of wetness under her arms. After a couple of minutes she came off the bars and pulled her outfit back into place. Time to push her a little further. He signaled to her and she came over to him. He took a deep sniff of her sweating body as she stood near him. He offered her $5 more if he could ask any questions he wanted, no matter how intimate. That seemed ok. The first one was easy, but was designed to get him closer to a goal. How much was a typical leotard outfit? She said about $30, but the one she really wanted was $50. The outfit she had on looked well worn. He bet that she would love a new one. Now the tougher, and stranger, questions. Does she use a deo- dorant? No, not yet. Does she shave her armpits? No, they really don't need it. He wondered if that was because her hair and (he hoped) her pubic hair was so fair and sparse. This was important to him since he considered a girl's armpit to be a very erogenous area. So sensitive, and rarely exhibited. Even embarrassing. Did she shave her legs? Yes, before a meet, but they rarely needed it. Did she trim her pubic hair for her outfit. She turned red with embarrassment and looked at the floor, but answered that she didn't need to. Did that mean she had no pubic hair or that it was so fine that it was not needed, he asked himself. He hoped to find out. Has she had her first period? No, she said. Has she ever seen a boy naked? No. Would she like to? I guess so, she said quietly. Had she ever masturbated? No. I don't know how. Had she ever put anything in her vagina? No. Not even your fingers? No. He offered her $50 to buy the new outfit if she would let him cut the old outfit off of her as she exercised. She looked at him confused. He promised not to touch her. Sure, she wanted the new outfit but this sounded too weird. He explained that as she went through her routine he would tell her to freeze and then he would cut off a part of her leotard. Well, she thought, it was time to get rid of this one anyway and I sure want the money. She agreed. He was shocked. He thought for sure she would tell him to leave. Did she know where some scissors were? Yes, in the office. She left to get them and returned with a nice sharp pair. He couldn't believe how well this was going. He figured that the girl was desperate for money. He gave her the $50. Now he was in control. He instructed her to mount the bars and begin her routine. After a few moves she was hanging from the top bar with her legs spread wide. He yelled out freeze and she did. He moved close to examine her. Her torso was stretched taut by the weight on her arms, breasts flat against her chest, thin thighs wide apart with a small gap appearing where her leo- tard stretched between her ass and pubic bone. He couldn't see inside yet, but that time would come. He decided to expose her armpits first. He stood on a chair which brought his eyes level with hers. She was now visibly sweating on her brow and upper lip. She was a strong girl and so it was easy for her to hold the position. He inhaled her again as he stood next to her. The odor was stronger now but the sweat of a young girl was very exciting to him. Under her arms it was visibly wet. His erection was at full mast as he contemplated her vulnerability and his control over it. Starting at the top of the sleeve, he cut down one arm of the leotard until he got to the seam where the sleeve joined the rest of the outfit. She shivered when the cold scissors first touched her skin. He stopped with the cut sleeve hang- ing down and did the same cut on the other sleeve. Following the seam, he cut the sleeve from the outfit around the shoulder, but when he got to the front, he cut below the seam to fully expose her armpit. He repeated this on the other sleeve. She still hung there, not moving, her eyes closed in embarrassment. As he examined her exposed armpits, stretched taut and open by her position, he almost came in his pants. There were maybe a dozen hairs, less than an inch long, as straight and fine as the hair on her head. This was very unusual since pubic hair is usually much coarser and curlier than hair on the head. It must have something to do with her fairness. He now knew why she didn't have to shave them. The color of those few hairs was the same white blonde as her head. The armpit glistened with sweat. He put his nose near and took a deep sniff. Some might find body odor offensive. He found it intoxicating. A young girl's odor is not the same as an adult. It's much more delicate. He wanted to lick the sweat from her, but had promised not to touch. -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 8223 Date: 02 Jan 95 18:31 From: an13832 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: Repost: The Young Gymnast 2/4 (mf, pedo) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an13832@anon.penet.fi The Young Gymnast Part 2 He decided to do her torso next. He wanted to prolong the undressing of this goddess as long as possible. As she con- tinued to hang with her legs apart, he made a circular cut a couple of inches below the base of her breasts to just a few inches above her pubic bone, which was thrust out by her position. Now he could see her creamy, white belly, flat and toned. Her belly button was elongate in this position. He told her to continue with the exercises. He stopped her occasionally to examine her flat, white tummy, still covered pubic area and exposed armpits. When she got into a position where her shoulders were bent over the upper bar he shouted freeze. She looked uncomfort- able, but complied. In this position, her back was to the bar and she was holding her feet behind her. This thrusted out her chest and was the perfect opportunity to expose her breasts. Her nipples were hard from the cold air of the gym, so he knew exactly where to cut. He tried to guess the color of her nipples. Soon he would know. He pulled the material toward him at the nipple, being careful not the squeeze it. He tried to gauge how much to cut, taking into account her taut position and the stretchiness of the lycra. He wanted a cut that would end in a circle at the base of her breasts. Since he didn't know the true shape of them, he cut on the assumption that they were exactly to his taste. He was not disappointed. When he let go of the cut material it returned to her thrusted chest and came to rest at the base of her budding, flattened mound. Before allowing himself to examine his prize, he made an identical cut for the other breast. Now he could take his time. As the girl lay with her back over the upper bar with her arms stretched over her head back to hold her tiny feet, he could examine in minute detail what was exposed for his pleasure. Her small round face was pointing up and back so for the first time he could see her slim neck and follow the white skin down to the neck opening in the leotard. Next he focused on her thin, slightly muscled arms. He even examined the fine white blonde hairs on her forearms, barely perceptible except under his minute search. He followed the arms with his eyes inch by inch to the wide open armpits, now stretched more than ever. The tiny hairs were now standing on end and he could see rivulets of sweat running off the armpits because of the difficulty the girl was having holding the position. He allowed himself another deep sniff. Finally he reached the newly exposed area - those flattened, firm breasts. The nipples were how he imagined them to be for a girl so fair and blonde. They were only a few shades darker and pinker than the white skin of her breast. Although it seemed impos- sible, the skin of her breasts was even whiter than the skin on her face and flat tummy since her breasts had never been exposed to the tanning rays of the sun. The nipples were surprisingly large, certainly because of the cool air making them hard, but not out of proportion with the areolas. Those light pink areolas were about the size of a quarter. The nipples like small ball bearings. He wanted to touch them to see how firm her breast were. Maybe later. He wondered if her breasts would be the same wide-based mound shape when she was not stretching. Many girls breasts look great when their arms are above their heads or they thrusted out their chests, but for him the perfect breasts had to be firm mounds in any position, even bending over. One last look at her flat, firm tummy with it's elongated belly button and he told her to dismount. The next exercises were on the horse. This was a padded beam about four feet long and one foot wide and four feet off the ground. There were two loops on the ends you were supposed to hold on to as you swing your feet in the air. As she walked over to the beam, he watched her breasts for any signs of sag or bounce. There was none, attesting to their firmness. She mounted the horse and began by raising her- self off the beam and stretching her legs far apart, then back together. It was a pleasure to watch her muscled legs open and close. At one part of the exercise she put one leg in each of the loops at the extremes of the horse and leaned backwards until her head was just above the ground. It was a position he was waiting for to expose the final trophy she had to offer. Now he was going to unwrap it. He yelled out freeze. In this position, her legs were stretched impossibly wide and her pubic bone was thrust high into the air by her firm ass which rested on the horse's padded surface. Although she was hanging uncomfortably upside down, he took his time exa- mining her lycra covered mound, trying to imagine the treas- ure within. He decided to cut more of her outfit in prepara- tion for the final revelation. As she hung upside down with her arms over her head and her body taut, he snipped along the seam from her thigh to her armpit on both sides. The front of the outfit stayed in place, since it was stretched over her body and held together by one last seam at her crotch. Now, if he wanted, he could have peeked under the material to see an uninterrupted view of her creamy, stretched skin from her neck to her pubic bone, but he was too excited at the prospect of the final cut. He went back to the front of the horse and again examined her lycra covered pubic mound. The material had a small wet spot where he guessed it covered her vagina. He assumed it was just sweat, but could it be that she was just a little turned on by what was happening? He thought she had agreed to this just a little too easily. The outfit had worked it's way into her crack, pulling the material away from her legs and exposing a strip of skin on the edges of her crotch. He could already see that the skin color here was like her breasts, a pale white. Now was the moment of truth. He gingerly extracted the material from her crotch just at the seam along the bottom of the outfit being very careful not to touch her skin. Still, she shuddered at his touch through the material. He pulled it just far enough to get his scissors in along the seam. The material, like her body, was stretched to the limit. He held his breath, closed his eyes and snipped. The bottom of the gymnastics outfit just fell to the horse, since it was held in place by her ass. The top, however, snapped like a rubber band, which essen- tially it was. It flew over the entire length of her body and was now hanging from her neck onto the floor. Without opening his eyes, he knew from the sound that this perfect body was now totally open, stretched, and nude (except for her back and ass) for his inspection. Now all secrets he had fantasied about at the beach when watching the young girls in their tight bathing suits would become his reality, made even more exciting by the girl whose attributes were, in his mind, total perfection. He opened his eyes and, for the second time, almost came in his pants. Spread before him was a perfection. Light pink lips pulled apart by her outstretched legs gave him a clear view of her gaping cunt hole, glistening with moisture, about the diameter of a dime. He was sure that if she were not a virgin, the hole would have been stretched open more, but since nothing had ever crossed that threshold, he knew it would be small and incredibly tight. Yet, he was encouraged by the gaping lips made possible by the incredible flexibility of this gymnast. It meant that there was a possibility that she could actu- ally stretch wide enough for him to get his penis into her, something he had assumed even in his fantasies was not pos- sible with a 12 or 13 year old girl. But this was not a typical girl. This was a gymnast and was used to stretching all boundaries of flexibility. Alas, he was sure that no amount of money would entice her to have sex with him. In fact, at her age she was probably grossed out by the thought. Well, on with the inspection. He could take his time knowing that with her head hanging backwards over the horse she could not see what he was doing. He was more relaxed, and at the same time excited, knowing that she could not tell what he was doing, as long as he didn't touch her. Still, he didn't want her to pass out as the blood rushed to her head. He was sure that if he had a flashlight he could have seen all the way up to her hymen. Then he considered another pos- sibility. He knew that many gymnasts tore their hymens as a result of stretching. In this case, hers would have been gone long ago. What a wonderful thought, to fuck a virgin without the blood or pain of tearing her hymen! In that case he imagined that with his flashlight he might be able to see all the way to her cervix. He moved his attention to the area at the top of her splayed cunt lips. There before him was the most singularly sensitive spot on the young girls body. Her clitoris was a tiny nub, a bit smaller than her nipples but a deeper red than the surrounding area. It was obviously engorged to a certain extent by the girl's ner- vousness or excitement. The desire to lick it was overwhelm- ing, but for now he restrained himself. Until he brought his gaze up to the level of her pubic mound, he had forgotten that all of the area between her thighs and her vagina was as hairless as the day she was born. He lowered his gaze once more to examine closely for hair follicles, a sign that she shaved her pubic area for the sake of her gymnastics outfit or bathing suit. Even though he had asked if she shaved down there, he wanted to test her honesty. He could not find even a single hair or follicle in the entire area. He returned his gaze to her pubic mound. What he saw was magnificent. Her pubic mound had a small patch of straight, fine blonde hairs covering an area of about a square inch. The hairs were so sparse that he could almost count them. The color was identical to the color of the hairs in her armpits, which were virtually the same white blond as the hair on her head. He was astounded that what he thought was possible only in his fantasies - that a blonde girl's pubic hair could be the same texture, color, and straightness as the hair on her head. He assumed that the hairs were fine and not coarse by careful examination. Of course, if he could touch them with his tongue he would know for sure. He had one last thing to do before unfreezing her. He moved his nose as near as he could, without touching, to her gaping vagina and inhaled deeply. He almost passed out from the intoxicating aroma of this tender teen's virginal pussy juices. Not at all like a women's. Not even like that of an older teenager. Much more delicate. A slightly musky blend of pussy juices and sweat. He instructed her to get up and dismount the horse. She stood before him, her face red from hanging upside down for such a long time. Her shredded outfit laid over her chest and came down to just above the bottom of her breasts, now in it's unstretched state. He had to touch her from now on, so he made another offer. If I gave you $100, would you let me touch you? As she thought about it, he became more depressed with the thought that she might say no. She thought about how many weeks of lessons she could get with the $100, and she could be doing them in her brand new out- fit. She was scared that he would hurt her, but he had kept his word about not touching her so far, considering all the opportunities he had so far. She also had to admit that she was turned on a bit by all of the attention he was paying to what she felt was her unattractive body. She was always being teased by the other girls about looking like a boy. At times, when she wore loose clothing, adults had mistaken for a boy. Here was a man who was worshiping her body. She even gave a fleeting thought that this man could teach her about sex. Most of her friends had already seen a boy's penis. Others had talked about how nice it was to masturbate. One girl her age had even been fucked by a boy. Her mother, on the other hand, had convinced her that something bad would happen if she ever played "down there," which is why she had never experimented. The man was certainly not unattractive, and he was very gentle and kind. Would he teach her about sex? She convinced herself that he had no interest in her sexually. He just wanted to look and touch. Oh, well. She told him ok. He was shocked. He thought for sure she would say no. He took out $100 and gave it to her. She quickly put it away in her purse. She came back to and stood in front of him on the vinyl exercise mat. Continued in Part 3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 8226 Date: 02 Jan 95 18:32 From: an13832 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: Repost: The Young Gymnast 3/4 (mf, pedo) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an13832@anon.penet.fi The Young Gymnast Part 3 First he wanted a total examination of her body to see how really perfect it was. This would be his first opportunity to see (and feel) it in a unstretched state. Would it meet his criterion for absolute perfection? Certainly many faults could be covered up when a girl holds her arms up or thrusts her chest out to firm up sagging breasts or tightens her butt and thighs by bending over slightly, as he had seen in countless magazines. He went over to her and pulled the remnants of her leotard over her head. Now she was com- pletely naked. This naturally blonde, short haired 12 year old virgin girl with the toned gymnast's body stood before him. He looked first at her breasts. With her arms down he could see what they looked like in their resting state. To his pleasure, they were almost identical to their appearance when she was stretched. Small, wide based mounds, symmetri- cal around the entire breast, topped by the light pink areola and tiny nipple. Next her tummy. Flat as a board and slightly muscled. The final test was her ass. The reason he liked the boyish body build on a girl was because a young boy's ass never sags over the thighs. On a boy there was no change in width where the thigh met the ass. On virtually every woman he had seen, and in fact even in teenage girls he had observed at the beach, there was always a bit of sag in the ass, or a fold of fat where the thigh met the ass, or the ass stuck out too far. Only with intense exercise could a woman approach but never achieve his definition of a per- fect ass. One of the problems was that a woman's hips are wider than a man's, so the little fold of fat is almost inevitable. He hoped this little toned gymnast with the boy- ish body would have the perfect ass. This was his final test for his fantasy of the perfect body. As she stood at atten- tion, her feet together, arms at her side, he walked around behind her. He was in heaven. She had a small, tight ass which seamlessly melted into her muscled thigh. He knelt down looking for the telltale fold of fat. It was not there. She had it. The perfect ass. It was his dream come true. This girl had the perfect body! It was time again for a careful inspection, this time he could instruct her how to pose and, better yet, could touch whenever he had the urge. He returned to the front and told her to lace her fingers, put her hands behind her head and spread her legs. Without hesitation, she complied. He told her to keep her elbows as far back as she could, fully exposing her torso to his exam- ination. He told her to spread her legs as wide as possi- ble, knowing that her flexible body could easily sink right into a split if she spread them enough. He urged her on inch by inch until it was obvious she was at maximum while still being able to hold her balance. This certainly was not as wide as they were when she was on the horse. He didn't want to be watched as he went through his inspection. In fact, he wanted to see her reaction as he unexpectedly touched or licked various parts of her body. His goal was to get her so dripping wet that she would beg him to fuck her. With her arms behind her head he could see her breasts flatten against her chest and some of her ribs were clearly visible. He loved that thin look. First he wanted to feel that white blonde hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. It was like silk in his hands as he ran his fingers through to her pink scalp. She shuddered slightly at his touch in a most unexpected place. He looked again at her delicate, boy-like face, as he ran his fingers lightly over her almost nonex- istent light grey eyebrows, her sweating brow and upper lip. In fact, her entire body glistened from her nervousness and the strenuous workout. Maybe also a bit from the anticipa- tion of pleasures she had never known. Her lips were a pale pink and thin. He touch them. They were smooth and soft. That was her first erogenous zone. Her eyes remained closed, her face relaxed and expressionless. Beginning with her hands, he felt his way along her smooth arms, checking the muscle in her upper arm with a slight squeeze. She had firm muscles from the gymnastics. He continued along to her second erogenous zone - her armpits. Without touching the flesh, he ran his fingers through the sparse white blond hairs and to his delight they were as silky as the hair on her head. With her arms behind her head, her delicious armpits were completely exposed. As before, he brought his face close an inhaled deeply. Now the smell of sweat was stronger - for him even more of a turn on. He saw the tiny rivulets of sweat running from her armpits down her smooth sides. For what he was about to do, he was glad she did not wear deodorant. He stuck his tongue out and began to lick from the bottom of the armpit to the top. As soon as his tongue touched the delicate flesh, she whimpered and brought her elbows together in an instinctive reaction to the slightly ticklish feeling as well as her embarrassment that someone was actually licking one of her most private places! If she were not standing with her legs so far apart, he was sure her knees would have buckled, too. He grabbed her elbows and forced them back even farther than before, reo- pening her armpit and flexing the muscle in it which made it even easier to finish his lick. Again he touched his tongue to to white flesh at the bottom of her armpit and dragged it inch by inch through the sweat and soft blonde hairs tasting the salty moisture and inhaling the delightful musky aroma. She tried to bring her elbows together, but he kept a firm grip on them, making sure that the muscle in her armpit bulged out so he could cover every inch with his tongue. He then repeated this on her other side, this time starting where one of the rivulets of sweat had run down to her rib cage and licking all the way to the underside of her arm, through her armpit. He let go of her arms, reminding her to keep them far back and keep her eyes closed. He moved around in front of her had place his hands on her soft neck. The skin was so smooth. He felt his way down her torso until he got to her magnificent breasts. They were firm but soft to the touch. He carefully avoided the nipple with his hands. He continued down to her tummy, which was creamy and firm. Sticking out his tongue, he began licking at her tiny, slightly elongated navel up to the base of her left breast. She resisted the temptation to bring her elbows together. This was a bit easier than when he had licked her armpits. He licked the smooth, almost translucent skin around her breast, covering every inch except the areola and nipple. It was so creamy and soft. He pressed his tongue into the flesh of her breast to test it's firmness. He repeated on the other breast enjoying the sweat that coated her body. Starting at the edge of the light pink areola, he licked in a spiral until he came to the nipple, which he wrapped the tip of his tongue around. She shivered and moaned at this new feeling but kept her elbows apart, giving him unencumbered access to her body. Her nipples had become hard little pebbles when he started to lick near her breasts. He was actually able to watch them change state. He moved to the other breast and repeated the spiral lick. Again she moaned quietly. He put his mouth over one of her tiny nipples, sucked it into his mouth, and bit down ever so lightly. He thought she was going to collapse in pleasure, but her wide-spread stance steadied her. He went to the other breast and again sucked the nipple between his teeth and licked it as he held it lightly in his teeth. It was not easy getting such a tiny, immature nipple to stretch, but he did. He moved back slightly to see how her body had reacted. Her face was slightly flush, easily apparent with her pale skin. Her entire body now glowed with sweat. New rivulets had dripped from her armpits down to her ribs. He imagined that her cunt was now so wet that her pussy juices were running down her leg. He would know soon enough. He licked and sucked her breasts until it was obvious that she could stand the pleasure no more without collapsing. He moved back slightly and sat on the floor. He had to readjust his pounding erec- tion just to sit. He was now eye level with the ultimate prize, but he wanted to save it for the very end of his explorations. For the first time he carefully examined her tiny feet. Each toe was well defined and he took the opportunity to lick between them. This visibly tickled her, but she remained at atten- tion. Her shins had a super fine dusting of the same white blonde hair he had seen elsewhere. He knew why she didn't have to shave them. From a few inches away the hairs just blended into her pale skin. Her calves were very firm as he lightly squeezed them feeling his way up her leg. Those fabulously thin thighs were a pleasure to feel, firm, no sag, no wiggle in the flesh at all. He would have examined her ass at this point before going to her cunt, but with her legs so wide apart, her ass would be too firm and tight to enjoy. He would take care of that later. He looked carefully at her wide spread crotch. The lips were slightly apart and the entire light pink hairless slit was glistening. As she felt his warm breath on her crotch she began to shiver ever so slightly in anticipation of pleasure. He looked for any trace of her excitement when he had nibbled her breasts. He saw that a few drops of some liquid had dripped starting at her slit and running down the inside of one thigh. Was it sweat or pussy juice? Only one way to find out. Beginning on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee he started to lick his way toward her crotch. Along the way he encoun- tered the liquid he had observed and continued to lick as he contemplated the taste. It was like nothing else he had ever tasted. Part of it tasted like the pussy juice of a woman, only much more delicate. Like the difference between a wine that was $5 a bottle and wine that was $100 a bottle. This was definitely the $100 wine. The other part of it was like what he tasted when he licked the glow from her armpits and body - sweat. The two mixed together was a divine treat. As he got near her vagina lips he stopped and licked up the other leg, inside the softest part of her perfect thighs. He warned her that the next part would tickle and to remain still. He licked the sweat from the firm flesh valley that formed between her pubic area and her thigh. Indeed she wriggled when he did this. That part of her skin was prob- ably the most used on her body. especially for a gymnast who is constantly spreading and unspreading her legs. It was very soft and tender. Before attending to her cunt, he linked her tiny, sparse patch of pubic hair, playing with it using his tongue. Like the hair on her head and in her armpits, it was silky smooth, white blonde, and straight. Everything about this girl was what he had long fantasied about. But unlike his fantasies about perfection he thought was unattainable in real life, this girl was perfection in real life! Using his tongue, and only his tongue, he began to explore her labia. The thin, soft, pink lips easy yielded to his tongue. The taste was delicious. He licked everywhere, care- fully avoiding her vagina and clitoris. He was going to get her into a better position for that. He told her to con- tinue her split, slowly, while keeping her hands behind her head. He helped to steady her with his hands but resumed licking her labia as she sank slowly to the mat on the floor. It was like licking an opening flower. The lower she got the more her thin lips separated and her wet hole came into view. He licked more and more of the exposed flesh as it became available, still avoiding her clitoris and cunt hole. When her ass reached the mat she was flailed com- pletely open. He guessed it was impossible for a girl, even as flexible as she was, to be more open than that. He told her to lie back on the mat, keeping her hands behind her head. He watched her abdominal muscles tighten as she lowered her torso. This girl was incredible for her flexibility and strength. When her back reached the mat, her pubic bone rotated up giving him an excellent front-on view of her labia. He instructed her to keep her hands behind her head at all times, elbows flat on the mat. The pink lips of her labia were spread apart, her cunt hole gaping, her cli- toris now forced out of hiding, completely hairless. He had access with his tongue to her most sensitive areas and would not need to use his hands at all. No matter what he wanted to do, she would not be able to interfere since her hands were He resumed licking her lips and now used his tongue like a prick to lick her cunt hole, as deep as he could. Her body began to shiver with excitement. He worked his way up to her clit, which was now engorged. Using the same spiral he used on her nipples, he worked his way from the base of her clit to the tip. As he worked on her he could see her pussy juices begin to flow right out of her cunt hole. He sucked her tiny clit into his mouth, stretching it as far as it could, and licked it while holding it in a vacuum. She was now moaning and shivering. He was sure she was going to cum at any second. Finally, she could stand it no longer. Her pelvis pushed forward, mashing her cunt more into his face and began to buck. She was dripping with sweat all over her body, every muscle tightened up. She yelped out loud (he though he had hurt her) and then her entire body went limp. He stopped licking so he could examine her body after her very first orgasm ever. Her face was flush, she was breath- ing heavily as she might after strenuous exercise. Her armpits were drenched, the few fine hairs matted in mois- ture. Her nipples rock hard and areolas a few shades darker than their normal light pink. The lips of her labia were a brighter pink than before, and her clit was still standing up and engorged. A small river of pussy juice had run out of her cunt and now was in a pool on the mat. He took the opportunity to lick the nectar from her crotch. Her entire body glistened with sweat. The whole experience was heightened for him by the fact that she was powerless to interfere with him, with her hands behind her head. She also could not see what he was doing since her head was lying back on the mat. For her part, she had just experienced the single most pleasurable event in her entire life. Now she knew why her friends talked about sex so much. She wondered how much better it would have been if he had used his penis instead of his tongue. Maybe she would find out. After her breathing calmed down he told her to stand up. Weakly, she stood. -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1) Ä Area: ALT.SEX.STORIES ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Msg#: 8228 Date: 02 Jan 95 18:32 From: an13832 Read: Yes Replied: No To: All Mark: Subj: Repost: The Young Gymnast 4/4 (mf, pedo) ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ From: an13832@anon.penet.fi The Young Gymnast Part 4 He said that she now had the opportunity so see a man naked if she was interested. She said yes. He told her that she would have to do all of the work of undressing him. As he stood there, she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then she took of his shoes and socks. As she began to unbutton his pants, his erection returned to full hardness in antici- pation. He pulled down his pants and removed them from his legs. Since she had to do all of the work, it was up to her to grab his calf in the crook of her arm and lift his leg so she could get the pant legs off. He loved the feel of her warm body squeezing him. Now he was left with just his jockey short. The head of his erect penis was peeking out the top. The underwear was stained with precum. She was breathing hard with anticipation. Finally she would get her first look at a penis. Grabbing the waistband, she pulled the underwear to the floor and off of his legs. She gasped at the sight. Here was this fat, long, reddish organ with an even redder tip. Below it was a loose sack. All around it was hair. The tip was glistening with precum. He told her to touch it. She tentatively reached out and touched it. It felt much better than it looked. Smooth and warm. He told her to wrap her hands round the shaft. Her tiny hand could not even make it all the way around. The feel of her warm hands around his prick was almost too much for him to stand. But he wanted to save all of his cum that had been building up inside him that day for the remote possibility that she would let him fuck her. He told her to take one hand and to gently feel his balls, but no to squeeze. The feel of his balls was wonderful to her, soft and warm. Would she like to taste it? Yes, she replied. He told her to use her tongue and lick from the base to the tip on the underside of the penis. Her tiny tongue began the task and when she reached the tip he thought he was going to explode. It was time for another diversion so he could regain control. He told her to stop. She seemed a bit disappointed. He told her that he was going to describe some poses for her to do. He wanted to pick posed that exposed her in ways he had not seen yet. Most of what he thought of came from porno magazines or gymnastic routines he had seen on TV. He knew that with her flexibility and strength there was nothing she couldn't do. The first one was designed so he could get a good rear view of her. He told her to face away from him, close her eyes, spread her legs wide, and bend at the waist to touch the floor with her palms flat on the mat. As she bent over slowly, her ass cheeks separated and for the first time he saw both her puckered little ass hole and her cunt. He could also see that her breasts remained completely firm and held their shape even as she was bent over. He checked to make sure her eyes were still closed then came up close and felt her widely separated, firm white ass cheeks. He knelt down and got between her legs, Using his tongue, he traced a line beginning at her clit, slowly all the way through the open crack to her asshole and back again. He could see her nipples get hard again. The next position he had for her was the body bridge. She certainly knew this one. He liked it because it exposed a girl from the armpits to the knees and made her body taut as a bow. She was to stand in the shape of an X with her legs and arms wide apart. He supported her back as he lowered her to the mat, bending at the knees until her body formed an arch on the ground. He had seen this done so many times on TV. Even girls on the beach would do it sometimes when prac- ticing gymnastics in the sand. He could only imagine what their stretched, open bodies would look like unclothed. Now, not only could he see it, but he could examine it up close with his hands and tongue! As he knelt down by her upside down face and noticed that she was holding herself up by her head as well as her hands, he had a great idea. He told her to open her mouth as wide as she could and keep her eyes closed. She did as he told. Her pale lips thinned out as she stretched her mouth and he could see her perfect white teeth. In his kneeling position, his dick was perfectly lined up with her mouth. He told her he was going to put his penis in her mouth and she was not to ever let her teeth touch it. He put his dick near her tiny mouth and it was obvious she was going to need to to open up more. He com- pared the length of it to her face and it was also obvious that wouldn't be able to get more than a few inches in without choking her. He placed the tip at the entrance to her upside down mouth and as he pushed she opened wider and wider. Her mouth was so warm and moist on his sensitive skin. He pushed until he hit the back of her mouth. Because of her upside down position and flexed neck, he was able to remain there without choking her. He then instructed her to lick as much of the shaft as she could reach while sucking at the same time. She complied and the feeling of her 12 year old mouth and tongue on his dick was wonderful. As she licked and sucked he began his examination of her taut, open body. As before, using his fingers he traced her arms to her armpits with the muscle bulging out the cavity and the sparse, soft white hairs standing on end. Then he worked his way over to her flattened, almost nonexistent breasts and rubbed them, carefully avoiding the areolas and nipples for now. Then he continued over her firm tummy with the elongated belly button, down to her thighs. He reached over her and starting at her knees traced her thigh into her crotch, massaging her moist labia. He could here her start to moan as she continued to lick and suck him. Now he brought his mouth down on one of her elongated areolas and hard nipples and began to lick and suck as he did before. With his hands he massaged her labia and clit (she jumped slightly when he touched it) and worked his finger into her well lubricated, tight hole. As he probed deeper and deeper he expected to feel her hymen, but in fact he made it all the way up to her cervix. He didn't know how long she would be able to hold the arched position with all of the stimula- tion. When he body began to shake more and her moans increased he abruptly stopped and removed his dick from her mouth. She begged him to continue. She wanted another orgasm so bad. Just so they could both cool off, he instructed her to per- form her floor routine. It was delicious to see her go through her various stretching positions during the routine. At random places he would shout out freeze and then go over and examine her body as it was exposed in various positions. He would give a lick here or there, occasionally thrusting his finger into her vagina if it was in an especially open position, sniff her sweating armpits, even kiss her on the lips as it pleased him. After about ten minutes he told her to stop. Now it was the time he had been waiting for since they began. He wanted to fuck her tight, blonde, white, firm, young body so bad. To dump gallon after gallon of hot cum into her womb. There were just two problems. The first was would she agree to it? The second was how he could fit his adult dick into her tiny vagina. It was tight enough just getting his finger in. Could her incredibly flexible body stretch enough to accommodate him? He asked her if she wanted to have sex. She wasn't even sure what having sex meant! He explained that he would put his penis into her vagina and she would have a even more pleasurable orgasm than she had experienced before. She was ready to blurt out yes at the thought of another orgasm when she saw his erect penis and thought that it would be impossible to get that massive organ into her tiny body. Still, she wanted it so bad. Nervously she said yes. He had to ask if she was sure because he could not believe that his ultimate fantasy was going to come true. She said yes again. He though out a plan and began. He lied on his back on the mat. His penis was flaccid. He would lubricate her first then she would do him. He instructed her to squat down over his mouth with her hands laced behind her head for maximum exposure. As she did, he began to lick her entire cunt, suck on her clit, and with his hands explore her torso from her armpits to her firm breasts and hardening nipples. Meanwhile her pubic bone and the sparse white thatch of her pubic hair pressed up against his nose, giving his sense of smell a treat, too. When he could taste her juice beginning to run freely again he told her to turn around, unclasp her hands, lay on his chest, and begin to lick and suck his penis. He continued to lick and suck, keeping her at the brink of orgasm but not letting her cross that threshold. This was the first time she had touched (or seen) a flaccid penis. It was much smaller that the erect one. It was warm and soft to her touch and a little hard to control as she began to suck. She got the hang of it quickly, remembering to pay attention to his balls. She could actually fit the entire penis into her tiny mouth. Then an amazing thing happened. As she sucked she could feel the penis actually growing inside her mouth! It was getting larger and larger like a balloon that was being inflated. Finally it was too big to fit except for a few inches at the top. The entire penis glowed with a combination of her saliva and his precum. He realized that it was now time. He told her to get up and stand astride his hips. Then just like a split, slowly lower herself to his penis. Only this split would have to be the widest she had ever done. She placed her thin legs wide apart and began to slide them out. He could see the strong muscles in her gymnast's legs straining to make her legs as wide as possible. It was work- ing because he noticed that her labia and cunt hole were opening up much sooner that when she had done this before. She was so wet that pussy juice dripped onto his dick as she got lower. Still, when her cunt hole finally came to rest on the tip of his dick, it looked like she would never open up enough. He placed his hands on her hips and began to press her down, at the same time thrusting up. The pressure was enough for her limber gymnast's body to open up just enough for his dick to inch its way into her tight hole. She began to whimper in pain as his massive member made it's way into tiny hole, but she wanted it bad. For him, no matter how much she was able to open up, his penis was still squeezed tight into her wet, hot cunt. Nothing had ever felt so tight around his dick. When the head of his dick first entered her he could feel the opening at the tip being stretched open. Now it was a straight, unimpeded path for his cum from his balls to her cervix. It was all he could do to hold off his orgasm. She finally hit bottom when his dick bumped up against her cervix. About an inch of his dick was still outside, but she was at the limit. Now she could begin to bring her legs in to a more comfortable position. The initial pain was replaced by pleasure as she leaned forward and her clit contacted his penis. Her body was coated with sweat. It was running in tiny rivers from her armpits. He said that now he was going to pump her. He put his hands on her hips to give her the idea of the motion and pulled his dick slightly out of her hole. Of course, his dick was so tightly wedged into her wet hole that only the skin of his dick could move. But as he pulled and thrusted, she began to produce even more pussy juice and at last his dick was able to slide in and out of her hole just a little bit. As they continued her moaning increased more and more. He was inch- ing toward orgasm himself. He looked up and watched her firm, small breasts moving ever so slightly as she increased her bucking. She was doing all of the work. He just laid there and enjoyed it. He took his hands off her hips now and played with her firm breasts and nipples as she worked and sweated. He look down at his dick to see its wet shaft going in and out of her tiny hole and her sparse white pussy hairs in sharp contrast to his dense mat as they made contact with each thrust. Her moaning reached a fevered pitch and he was beyond the edge of control now. From deep within him he felt his muscles contract as the cum was being squeezed from him. He could feel the cum race through his balls, up his rod, and out through the hole at the end, being held open by her tight cunt. Just at that time she let out a shriek and her cunt clamped down even more on his dick as she began her orgasm. They must have orgasmed for 30 seconds. It was like a truck running over a squeeze bottle of mustard. Gallon after gallon of hot cum was pumped from his loins into her hole. It filled her so completely that gobs of it began to run down his shaft and leaked out all over his crotch. She wanted to keep pumping, to see if she could have another orgasm, but he was finally beginning to soften after five more minutes of her furious efforts. She collapsed on him, -!- uugate 0.36 (OS/2 2.99) ! Origin: Anonymous contact service (2:200/427.1)