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Archive name: Gymnast2.txt
Authors name: Anonymous
Story title : "JIM AND THE GYMNASTS" -- (PART 2 OF 2)
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This story contains pedifile fantasy, oral and vaginal
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I found a great place to peek through little
Becky's bedroom window, right between a pair of tall
shrubs that hid my presence from the street. Her
window was open, so I had to be very quiet as I looked
through a break in the curtains. There she was, and
right on time, beginning to take off her clothes. I
stood there wondering what was wrong with me, how
could I be standing here peeping at an 11 year old
girl. Then I remembered her note, and the way she
moves when she walks, and I knew why I was doing this,
I was hooked on her. Guilty feeling aside, I just
couldn't help myself,this little girl really knew what
buttons to push, and I was really looking forward to
tomorrow.
As she stood in front of the mirror on the back
of her door, she reached down to pull her shirt over
her head. I could see her bare back come into view,
and the angle was such that I could see one of her
little eleven year old tits in the mirror. She didn't
bother to wear a bra, because her underdeveloped
breasts just barely stood out an inch or two, but I
thought they were a few inches of heaven.
Becky turned to look at her top in profile,
thrusting out her chest to make her breasts look
larger. They had an unmistakable form already, sort of
like flat cones with little pink pebble-sized nipples.
While standing sideways, she reached up with her small
hands to cup them from underneath, squeezing them
slightly and ending the squeeze by pinching those cute
nipples between her fingers. Her head went back and
her mouth opened a little, letting out a muffled gasp
in reaction to the tingle from her nips.
Becky seemed really proud of her new assets,
turning back and forth to study them further in the
mirror. I was losing control and had to unzip my
shorts, extracting my swollen cock for a good stroking
session during this show. Next off were her shorts and
panties in one move, revealing her pale round bottom.
She almost looked like a boy from behind, with no
noticeable womanly curves at all, and I was thrilled
by the sight of her totally naked young body in the
mirror. Again she turned from side to side, trying to
look sexy by placing her hands on her hips and jutting
them to the left and then to the right.
Oh, that sweet little girl slit! There wasn't a
single hair growing down there yet, and somehow the
baldness of it turned me on more than the bush of an
older girl. When she turned in profile, it pouched out
a bit from her crotch, and I remembered how my hand
had been pressing against that forbidden spot earlier.
Becky seemed to remember that touch as well, lowering
her right hand to her pussy lips as her left one
massaged her tit. I saw her hips rotating in small
circles while her middle finger rubbed against the top
of her slit, and my own hips started moving also, in
a thrusting motion as I increased the pace of my jerk-
ing off. Even though I was in an excited state, the
thought kept popping into my head that, here I am,
almost 20 years old, and I'm behind an 11 year olds
house beating off, thinking about having sex with her.
Suddenly Becky fell back onto her bed, spreading
her tiny muscular legs far apart. I saw her hips rise
and fall in time with her quickening hand. Becky's
mouth was forming some words, and I listened intently,
hearing her little girl's voice breathing, "Touch me
Jim, Oh Jimmy, hold me there..." This was music to my
ears -- no, more like an erotic symphony. She really
DID like my advances earlier, and it was obvious she
wanted more.
I was nearly cumming from this sight, but then it
got even better. She reached over to her nightstand
and grabbed her hair brush, lowering it in a flash to
her reddened pussy. I had heard of girls using the
handle of a brush as a dildo before, but never imagin-
ed that such a young girl would use one. Would she
actually stick it in that tiny crevice? The answer was
clear as she used both hands to position the brush
handle towards her opening, and eased its tip between
her lips, entering just barely inside.
"Wow, this girl is horny," I thought as she began
to slowly move the brush in a pumping motion, lifting
her hips completely off the bed with each push. "Ohhhh
Ugggh...Jimmyyyy, yesss!" she whispered, and then fell
back still, having penetrated her slit to the hilt a
few dozen times. This brought me over the edge, and I
shot my jism onto the side of the house.
Sneaking back to my house I replayed that scene
in my mind over and over,longing to be a brush handle.
I couldn't wait until Monday afternoon, hoping I could
show little Becky how much better my dick would feel
pumping into her cunt.
Becky and her co-conspirator Jessica were full of
energy that Monday during practice as we started on
some floor routines. Jessica was wearing shorts this
time, and she came up to me during a break. "My mother
took my tights to get them fixed," she giggled softly,
"but you might get a good show this afternoon!" skip-
ping away after this remark. I became a bit worried
about this secret rendezvous with these little girls,
and I spoke to Becky when she walked by.
"Hey Beckster," I whispered, "are you really
sure our game is a good idea?"
She looked disappointed and begged into my ear
softly, "Oh, PLEASE? It'll be fun -- we won't tell, I
promise!"
"Well, OK," I responded, feeling relieved and
excited at the same time by the thought of our planned
strip poker game. "Goody!" she whispered back. I
counted the minutes until the end of practice. On the
way back to the house in the car, Becky slid over next
to me. I reached down and patted her smooth thigh,
talking about how much progress she was making in
class. My hand stayed still for a while, cupping her
small inner thigh, and Becky's only reaction was to
open her legs and edge down the seat, forcing my touch
nearer to her crotch. All too soon we were back at the
house.
The moment had come, as Becky and I waited for
Jessica to sneak down from the pool. I knew that her
sister Karen had to work her entire shift this time,
because she was the only guard on duty Mondays. Becky
found a deck of cards and began to shuffle them on the
floor, looking up at me with a devilish grin. "You'll
have to tell us which hand beats which," she said,
"we've only played poker twice before." "I'll be glad
to," I replied, knowing I could fix this game rather
easily.
Jessica knocked at the door, then let herself in,
running over to us shouting, "Let's start!" I could
make out a dark colored bikini top under her shirt,
knowing she was purposely adding a few layers of
clothes for the game, probably feeling nervous about
being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
"Should we make the game a bit more interesting,
girls?" I asked.
"What do ya mean?" Becky asked.
"Well, the winner is the one who still has some
clothes on, on that person gets to tell the losers to
do anything he or she wants them to do."
"Oh my gosh," Jessica said, looking worried.
"Come on, Jess," Becky said confidently, "you
said you'd play." Then she got up on her knees and
whispered something into her friend's ear. Jessica
turned deep red and started to giggle uncontrollably
in response. I wondered what request had been made by
Becky, having a good idea given her natural naughti-
ness.
Very little in the way of rules was discussed,
other than my cursory description of what hand beats
what. Of course I said I would inform them of some
more intricate, and utterly nonsensical, exceptions
along the way. I knew I could make them believe that a
face card of a certain suit combined with a seven,
say, beats a pair.
Now I was wondering how the outcome could be
manipulated. I had a feeling that Jessica would
really enjoy the winner's role, telling Becky and I to
do various things. As the hands went by I was betting
on her young mind's naughty imagination. Breaking the
nervous suspense, I "happened" to lose my shoes and
shirt in the first few hands. Both girls seemed duly
impressed with my upper body, staring at my chest.
It was my turn to stare next, as Becky haltingly
removed her top. My eyes reacquainted themselves with
that pair of budding prepubescent titties. She blush-
ed deeply and tried to sit up straight to augment her
barely developing wares. Becky appeared proud after a
while, finding my admiring glances rather flattering.
Next into view were Jessica's breasts, slightly
fuller than Becky's, but still barely mounds capped
with raisin-like nipples. She had dark hair and skin
tone, looking almost like a little Indian princess,
sitting, well, Indian style.
Jessica held her poker hand high, using her
wrists to block my view until Becky reached over and
forced them down. "That's not fair!" Becky admonished
her friend, "you have to show it all." While pushing
her arms down, Becky's wrist grazed Jessica's right
tit, and it jiggled quickly from the sudden contact.
That kinetic energy was somehow transmitted through
the air, causing a pulsating "jiggle" in my cock.
After a while we were all stripped down to just
one item of clothing each, Becky in tiny pink panties,
Jessica wearing her bikini bottoms, and me in my tent-
ed out jockeys. There was a palpable tension in the
room as the next hand was played. Becky lost legiti-
mately, and I said, "Well, this is it Beckster, let's
see the show!" Jessica was giggling non-stop at her
friend's predicament, involuntarily rubbing her thighs
together in auto stimulation.
"Wait..." Becky said, standing up, "Jim, I don't
have any ... well... any hair down there yet. Promise
you won't laugh at me, OK?"
"Hey Beckster," I said reassuringly, "all the
better to see you without the hair in the way."
She smiled at this and looked down to her thumbs
as they slid under the elastic of the only garment
separating her from total nakedness. She was sort of
a tease, easing her panties down her slight hips,
pausing right at the top of her little girl slit.
Then, Whoosh, off they slid, and she extended her arms
out proudly, standing two feet in front of my leering
eyes, her panties bunched up at her ankles.
Jessica seemed almost as interested as I was,
looking a bit turned on herself by Becky's unashamed
display of skin. "Wow, Beckster," I stammered, "you
sure do look sexy!" I could even smell her preteen
juices, almost tasting the pungent aroma from that
budding young flower's nectar. She turned slowly,
doing a fashion model's 360, wearing nothing but tan
lines. Haute-couture at its finest!
She sat down, staring at my underwear's tent
pole, and said, "Well, let's see who's next." It was
just giggles, giggles, giggles, as these naughty 11
year olds reacted to my obvious erection.
I lost the next hand, purposely discarding a pair
of Jacks, hoping that my own Jack would become a Jack-
in-the-box. Standing up I enjoyed myself, living out
a flasher's greatest dream come true. I lowered my
jockeys off, displaying my raging hardon in front of
these two wide eyed little girls. "Oh, my gosh," said
Jessica in shock, "it's so big."(sorry, but I couldn't
resist the classic line of juvenile journalism) I
wasn't really very big at all, at just under six
inches, but why bother telling these innocents the
truth.
"Well, Jessica, you won," I reminded her, "what
should we do?" My anticipation was coursing through
every neuron.
"Ummm..." she began, "first you have to lie down
on your back and let us touch it." A good start, I
thought, as I followed her command. Both girls knelt
beside me, and Becky was the first to touch my dick's
head with her index finger, making it lurch. Quickly
she withdrew her finger,almost like the apes in "2001"
touching a forbidden but alluring object for the first
time.
"Lookee!" she shrieked, "it moved!"
"Try holding it," I instructed, "it likes to be
held tightly and petted." I thought they might get
over some fear if they thought about my cock as having
pet-like qualities. Sure enough, Becky reached out
with her tiny hand and circled my cock with her
fingers, squeezing gently. "Like this?" she asked
tentatively. "Yeah, oh, that's better," I confirmed,
"Why don't you try, Jess?" She reached over and
nudged Becky's clinging fingers away, grasping it
firmly. Then, seemingly by instinct, she began to rub
me up and down. "Uggh, Jess, that's it..." I moaned.
After a while Becky got impatient, asking, "Hey
Jessica, now what?" I saw her give Jessica a little
wink with that question.
"OK," Jessica began, "Now Becky has to lie down
and let Jim touch her breasts. And you have to kiss
her too." 'Have to,' I thought?? Becky quickly lay
back with her eyes closed, shivering with nervousness.
I knelt over her and kissed her on the nose, then the
cheek, then right on her lips, reaching over to fondle
her tiny titties. They were so soft to the touch, and
the only skin I could really hold were her little
nipples, squeezing them as I continued our kiss.
Her breathing increased rapidly as I saw her
stomach muscles twitching in a near giggle from de-
light. "Now touch her vagina," Jessica clinically
demanded. "Like you did to me in class!" She had a big
grin on her face, and I knew that she had told Becky
about my lecherous groping. No protest from my side.
I ran my fingers down her smooth stomach, inching
it closer to her secret place. Using the underside of
my index finger, I traversed the length of that little
slit, up and down, watching as Becky's thighs opened
and closed rhythmically. Spreading her lips, the tip
on my finger sought out her sensitive, waiting clit.
Becky let out a gasp and then sucked in hard, almost
as if I were drowning her in pleasure. Her hips pushed
off the floor, making greater contact with my finger
as it moved in little circles around that tiny harden-
ed button.
"More, do it again, ohhh..." Becky was loving
this, as was I. I could feel her little girl juices
lubricating her opening. "Now kiss her all over,"
Jessica said almost in a whisper, "Even d-down there."
I looked over at her watching us, and she had her own
hand inside her bikini bottoms, rubbing herself. I was
quick to comply, kissing each nipple in turn, sucking
on them and darting my tongue around their perimeter.
My finger moved lower as I eased the tip of my middle
finger just inside her tight cunt, and Becky let out
an audible grunt, bucking her hips off the floor.
I lowered my head to her now steaming slit and
buried my face between her open legs, darting my
tongue up and down, imitating the moves of my finger.
She was on fire now, gently cradling my head in her
hands, saying, "Ohhh, Jimmy, that f-feels so gooood,
kiss me t-there!"
I felt like a superman of pleasure to this inex-
perienced little girl, loving the power that my mouth
exerted over her. Not wanting to leave Jessica out, I
reached over and slid my hand down her to her pussy,
pushing her own hand out of the way. Not wasting any
time with her preheated pussy, I pushed my finger
right up her inlet, feeling her thighs clamp down on
my hand as her head went back. "Oh, my gawd, push it
in, harder!" she pleaded.
My middle finger pushed and wormed its way all
the way to my second knuckle, curling my finger toward
her front, exerting pressure along that tight inner
wall. Now, I always could chew gum and walk at the
same time, so my tongue darted up inside Becky's hole
as well, and her tight young cunt squeezed down around
it on each thrust. Both girls were huffing and gyrat-
ing fiercely, lost in their separate new found plea-
sures.
Suddenly I broke away from them both, and with a
smirk I asked, "Uh, Jess, is there anything else you
can think of for Becky and I to try?"
Becky shot right up and leaned over to her
friend's ear, whispering her request. Like a DJ of
lust, Jessica said, "M-maybe you could lie back. Keep
your eyes closed. OK, now Becky, you get on top." I
knew this was it. Becky was obviously tired of her
hairbrush, and wanted to try the thing that little
girls their age whisper about. I felt her legs
straddle my waist, and then I felt her reach down with
both hands to position my cock head toward her opening.
"Ugggh, unnnhhh, oh, uhhh..." she grunted as the
tip of my cock edged its way past her pussy lips, just
inside. She was determined and tried forcing herself
down again on it, getting my dick a little further in.
The pressure was incredible around my cock head, and a
bit painful as well. I couldn't imagine how I was go-
ing to fully fuck this little girl, or rather, how she
was going to fuck me.
I couldn't resist looking any longer, and I rais-
ed my head up and nearly fainted from the sight of my
proportionately gigantic cock pushing her tight outer
lips inward with each of her downward thrusts. Both
Becky and Jessica were too enthralled with this, to
even notice I was watching. "I'll dooo ittt, just a
l-little more, UUGGHHHH!" Becky cried out as my cock
pushed deep within her, stopped by the end of her love
tunnel, with just an inch of my dick left outside.
"Yesss, oh, GOD, Beckster, you did it!!" I
applauded her in lustful appreciation. I reached down
and grabbed her waist, beginning to take the lead in
our forbidden dance. Thrusting very slowly, I felt the
walls of her cunt easing up their vice-like grip, ad-
justing to my cock buried inside.
"Does it f-feel OK, Becky?" I asked.
"Y-yeah, it's starting to feel... uhhhhh... yeah,
Ugghhh, yesss..." she sighed, losing control of her
speech, concentrating on wave after wave of orgasmic
ripples from the tips of her toes to the top of her
head. Her practice with the hairbrush was obviously
paying off, and she bucked back in time against my
strengthening thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, do it...harder...FUCK MEEE!" Hear-
ing this from her eleven year old lips sent me over
the edge, and I pulled out of her, spraying a geyser
of hot jism up along her stomach and tiny titties.
"Oh, Becky, look!" cried Jessica in amazement,
watching my eruption.
Then all of a sudden... "GODDAMMIT!, WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU DOING, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!"
Oh God, there was Karen standing in the door, red
faced and screeming at me! "OH SHIT!"
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Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed the ride along pre-
teen fantasy lane. I'll try to dredge up some other
stories from the depths of my perverse imagination.
(Hey JoWolf, this story was for you, but I couldn't
get in)
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