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Atlanta
by RobSue

author=robsue1880@aol.com
(RobSue1880)

Please let me know what you guys think.  Should there be a part 2?

Today was like every other summer day in downtown Atlanta.  Sunny and a bit
warm.  Thankfully, john had a lovely air-conditioned home overlooking a lake,
where for the moment things were quite - almost surreal.

Not every day was like this, of course.  For in the basement of this quaint
suburban home was John's workshop.  It was here in this workshop that john
first created "The Dream maker."  He had always been brilliant, even as a boy.
But it was only after his graduation from MIT and his move to Atlanta that life
seemed to change for John.  Back in school, he had invented a mixing valve,
which increased jet engine performance by 20%.  No, at 24, he was a millionaire
and set for life.  His next device was a hand held force-generating machine,
which had the ability to completely alter the minds and emotions of anyone
within 100 feet.   John needed only to aim his device at his target, and speak
into the adapter.  Instantly, he found himself in complete and total control. 
His subject was completely powerless to resist, and the devices hypnotic
suggestions lasted indefinitely.  

The challenge for John at this point was not getting women, for he could
instantly have any women he wanted, but rather finding new and exciting
experiences to stimulate himself to new heights on ecstatic pleasures.

Sitting in front of the tube this morning, John had been lazily watching the
USA Gymnastic competition.  "Hmmm, he thought."  Now here was something he had
always thought about but never had gotten around to.  "Gymnasts.....  What a
tempting idea."  

Fortunately, if you're looking for gymnastics, Atlanta is the place to be. 
Just up the street from his suburban home, lies the American Gymnastics
Academy, a school where girls from the ages of 8 to 15 train for Olympic
competitions.  Some of the greatest gymnasts of all time worked out at this
facility.  Dominique Moceneau, Kim Zymeskal, Shannon Miller, and a host of
young Dominique hopefuls all paid upwards of $50,000 a year to train here.

After dinner, John garbed his Device and walked right on down the street to pay
them a little visit.  He had called earlier in the day and spoken directly to
Bella.  He had explained that he was a college reporter doing a story on young
girls training, and wanted to interview 3 or 4 of the young girls in addition
to him and Dominique.

Upon arriving at the facility around 7:00 PM, the place was almost deserted. 
The bulk of the children and been long since picked up by their parents and the
only remaining students were those from out of town who lived in small
dorm-styled rooms within the complex itself.  Greeting him at the door, Bella
welcomed John to the facility.  He explained that he had sent all but the 3
students and Dominique home early so that they could have time to chat.  He
also explained that due to the nature of his contract, he needed to be in the
room with John and the girls at all times. "I understand completely Bella,"
John said. "I wouldn't expect any different from a professional of your
caliber."  Reaching into his pocket, John pulled out the Device, and pressed
the Blue Button.  Intently, Bella's eyes went blank.  "You do not need to stay
here Bella." "You need to drive into downtown and pick up some Ace Bandages at
the medical supply store." They will be closed when you arrive." You will wait
there for 2 hours, then you will return home." You will remember locking the
gym up after the girls went to bed." Tomorrow, when you arrive, all will seem
totally normal."  

"Yes," Bella replied.  "I hear your commands and I will obey."

Walking through the vestibule into the gym, John found Dominique Moceanu, Kim
Zymescal, and a new student of Bella's named Tracy Sykes.  All the girls were
working out on the balance beams.  What a sight!  As John watched from the
sidelines, the girls slowly warmed up on the beam.  Wearing painted on white
Lycra outfits, they flailed on the beam in a split position, their firm butts
bouncing into the air as they seemingly ground their pubescent mounds into the
beam over and over again.  The pure muscle development in these 13 to
15-year-old girls was not to be believed.  Bulging quads with not an ounce of
extra tissue seemed to ripple in the light as they mercilessly pounded their
young pussies into the beams.  Did this hurt the girls or was it a turn on? 
From the grimaced look in Dominique's face, it could have been either one

Coming over to help Dominique with her stretches, Kim got behind Dominique and
innocently slipped her smooth white hands onto her inner thighs and helped her
spread her powerful legs farther apart on the beam.  This was just about all
that John could take.  He was ready, the girls were ready, the Device was
ready.  Flipping the blue switch on the device into the program position, he
spoke directly to the girls freezing them in mid-action.  "Kim," he said. "You
will have an insatiable urge to finger Dominique's tender cunt." "Dominique,
you will not find this at all unusual." "For Kim often fingers you on the bar,
and you lust for her finger.  Just the very touch will send you to heights of
intense pleasure like never before."  "Tracy, you will not yet interact with
the girls." "You will watch from the mat.  For you it will be an incredible
turn on."  "You will feel your body changing."  "Waves of pleasure will rack
your body as you touch yourself in ways you never have before."  

All three girls were virgins, of course.  For not only were they young, but
their entire life had been spent training in the gym.  No time for boys. They
had the Olympics to think of.  Over the years, they had dressed and undressed
in front of each other.  They were not shy about their bodies, nor should they
have been.  Built to last, these girls were the epitome of fitness.  Dominique
was small, even for her age.  Her breasts had only this year begun to bud out
from her chest, for two little firm mounds struggling against the white fabric
of her leotard.  Kim was more developed.  A year older than Dominique, she had
already developed breasts the size of a peach, and just as delectable.  The
thing that really strikes you when you see one of these girls up close, is the
incredible development of their legs and abs.  Both these slight young girls
had been training 10 hours a day for years, and by now had developed thigh
muscles that could seemingly crack a grown man in half.  From the tight buns
and bulging quads, to those magnificent throbbing inner thighs rippling with
muscle, they represented the fantasy of every man on earth.

Now, on the beam, Kim did as she had been commanded.  Stroking Dominique's
inner thighs, Kim slowly, carefully, slipped her hand beneath the slim band of
Lycra covering Dominique's virgin cunt.  Startled at first, Dominique froze. 
"What are you doing!!!!!" she exclaimed.  Within seconds though, Johns powerful
mind controls had set in, and Dominique eased back, spreading her moist,
hairless cuntlips into the palm of Kim's firm hand.  Within seconds, Dominoes
juices were flowing strong, lubricated Kim fingers with a flood of girl juice
and athlete sweat.  "Oh God Kim."  "Oh God !!"  "What's happening to me?" 
"Fuck don't stop!!  Don't stop Kim!  Don't EVER STOP!!!!!"  The feel of
Dominoes wet cunt grinding into her hand excited Kim beyond belief.  With her
free hand, she reached down into her tight leotard and was almost stunned to
find that she was not merely wet, but actually dripping her little girl cunt
juice down her iron-like legs and into a pool on the floor.  "Holy shit!," Kim
moaned, as her fingers brushed for the first time against her swollen clit
bulging up from her tiny pussy. "Oh God Kim," Dominique groaned.  "Please stick
it in me bay."  Shove your finger inside!"  "NOW Kim!!"  Please baby I need it
right now!!"  Right on cue, Kim slipped a finger into Dominique's tight
15-year-old snatch.  Never before penetrated, her cunt was like a velvet vise,
and just getting the tip of even one finger inside her took Kim a moment." 
Pushing against her swollen juice drenched pussy lips the tip of her index
finger slid deep up into Domeniques tight little snatch.  Almost instantly, the
young girl began to convulse with the throws of her first orgasm.  "Oh my God,"
she screamed.  "Something is happening!  Oh my god, oh my God, OH MY GOD!!!!"
Ughhhhhh!    Fuck!!!!!   Fuck!!  Oh My God!  I can't Stop!!!  My Body is.....
Ughhhhhhh!"  FUCK ME!!!!!!!!         AHHHHHHHHHHHH Fuck!!!!!!!"  Like a wild
animal out of control, Domenique spasmed and shook her young body literally
SMASHING her young cunt into the beam again and again and again.  The beam
rocked each smack of her 15 yeat old cunt.  Juices were everywhere - streaming
down Kim's waiting hand, her arm, the floor.  Everywhere was a puddle of cunt
juice and athlete sweat.  Trmebling within the throes of her friends first
orgasm, Kim was yanking on her own hardened clit with her free hand.  Like
Dominique, her juices were everywhere.  Soon she too was in the throws of her
first orgasm and the scene was unbelievable.  With each slam of her hand into
her young cunt, her mighty legs muscles tightened the lines of each muscle
clearly visible to John who sat idely by watching this intense show of little
girl lust.  "HARDER!!," Dominique screamed.  "Fuck me HARDER!!!!"  Oh MY GOD!!
IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AGAIN!!!!  OH MY GOD!!! RIGHT THERE!! TWIST YOUR FINGER!!!
SMASH MY CLIT!! UUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!! KIMMMMMMMY!!! FUCK!!!!"  Again
and again, Domenique Writhed.  Again and again slamming her sweet little mound
down into the Bar.  "I'm GONNA SQUIRT SOMETHING KIM - LOOK OUT!!!!"  But Kim
didn't want to look out.  Kim was going insane.  Squeezing her own little clit
as hard as she could She Yanked Her finger out of Dominiques tight little
snatch and Shoved her whole face up into Dominiques Crotch from behind.  Her
tongue literally grabbed Dominiques Clit and at that very instant Dominque let
loose a FLOOD of 15 year old Cunt juices into Kims beautiful face.  "Jesus
Christ Kimmy!! I Feel like I'm gonna pee!!! Oh My God!!  It's something else!!
Oh my God I don't Understa.......     Ughhhhhh  FUCK!!! FUCK!!!   
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Kim swallowed as fast as she could, but the juices came
too quickly.  Over a gallon of the musky scent of sex poured from Dominiques
teen snatch until it flowed from Kims mouth drenching her in her friends love
juice.

Suddenly... stirring in the background, it was time for tracy to join in the
action.

....to be continued?