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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.

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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.

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  Msg#: 8226                                         Date: 02 Jan 95  18:32
  From: an13832                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No
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  Subj: Repost: The Young Gymnast 3/4 (mf, pedo)

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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.


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  Msg#: 8228                                         Date: 02 Jan 95  18:32
  From: an13832                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No
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  Subj: Repost: The Young Gymnast 4/4 (mf, pedo)

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,

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