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WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among
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find this offensive stop reading now.
This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons
and events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely
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Subject: Repost: The Young Gymnast 1/4 (mf, pedo)
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.
Continued in Part 2
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