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Subject: Gymnasts set (MMMMM+/F orgy cum-swallowing fantasy w/Pommel horse
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Hello. I'm sending up two stories in a set (I believe) that I pulled off
of Rusty & Edie's BBS about a year ago. Since then,
I've been unable to find the other stories mentioned in the second
story. There are supposedly 9 altogether, but I can
only find these two ( the first and last, oddly enough). If anyone has
access to the intervening pieces, I'm sure we'd all
appreciate them being posted here. The author, using the name XARTHUR,
has done some other stuff as well.
Please help! Thanks! And without further ado, here's the first story.
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YOUNG GYMNASTS
by
XARTHUR
Note: This is work of PURE FICTION. Nothing in this story is based on any
known facts, nor is it intended to imply that the events described in this
story are in any way indicative of the conduct of the sport of gymnastics.
Names selected are randomly chosen without reference to any known gymnasts
in the sport today. THIS STORY IS TO BE ENJOYED ONLY BY ADULTS OVER THE AGE
OF EIGHTEEN. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER EIGHTEEN, NOR WISH TO READ STORIES OF
THIS TYPE, DELETE THE FILE IMMEDIATELY! This story may be freely shared as
long as the above disclaimer is unaltered in any way, and accompanies the
story as a header.
BACKGROUND. The Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club is a special club. Its members
are young girls who are not good enough and do not exhibit the potential to
become world class champion gymnasts. However, the Club does have a solid
reputation for its graduates becoming starlets, high paid models, entering
the glamor industries, or marrying into wealth. Families bring their young
daughters here because of this reputation, although they are not permitted
to attend all the gymnastics meets, only selected ones. The Club is run by
the senior partner, Kay Maddox and coached by MIke Ward. Kay is 32, tall at
5' 10" and is quite beautiful. But she is also a business shark. She has
built the club by catering to wealthy benefactors who provide quite a bit
of money to the club in return for 'special services' by the gymnasts. Kay
has establish the Special Team, a sub-group of the young teenage gymnasts
who have been trained to provide these services. Kay sets up special
gymnastics meets and benefactor parties which are used as benefactor orgies
with the young Special Team members as willing, trained sex slaves.
The girls on the Special Team are brought onto the team through sexual
awakening training of new prospective members by Mike, the Head Coach. At
6' 2" tall, Mike is a 35 year old former gymnast who was denied entrance to
the best clubs because of his propensity for younger girls. After trying
unsucessfully for several years to build his own club, he met Kay while she
was coaching another team. After talking over dinner one night, and leading
to a long, sexual private weekend, they concocted the Cal Verrona Club
concept. Mike would select and provide the training and physical
development of the girls while maintaining a legitimacy of the club by
participating in general open meets, mostly to satisfy the parents, and Kay
would establish the Specal Team, their activities, and coordinate and
manage the closed group of special benefactors. Between the two they had
built the Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club into a very profitable organization.
The benefactors come from all over the world. They are businessmen,
inheiritors of wealth, movie and video makers, athletes, politicians,
diplomats, CEOs, lawyers, and other professions, and comprise all walks of
life. Both women and men are members of the group. Their principal
interest lies in the sexual exploitation of young girls. But to enter this
august group of benefactors, they realize that they must follow the rules
laid down by Kay or risk full exposure to the world, as well as physical
retribution. Kay has resources which delve deep into each benefactor's
private lives and business condcut. She has had to apply these resources
twice - once to a French diplomat, who now resides in a full care
paraplegic medical facility in France, totally unable to speak or otherwise
communicate; and to an Arab sub-prince, who was subsequently beheaded by
his family. The members of the benefactor group have no misconceptions of
what would happen if they did not 'toe the line'. They also realize that
Kay is absolutely honest in her dealings with them - if any want out, they
can get it at any time, but their records are stored for the Club's
protection. Kay has not had to use these records yet. New benefactors are
thoroughly investigated by Kay's resources prior to entry - and her
resources reach deep. To a person, each new benefactors has been astonished
at what kay has uncovered when their final interview occurs.
The girls of the Special Team range in age from thirteen to seventeen.
They have been sworn to secrecy amongst themselves concerning all
activities of the Club. They only talk amongst themselves of the rigors of
their lives, their sexual experiences, and the Special Meets and the
parties they attend. They are sexually active, having been trained by Mike
in all aspects of providing submissive sex for the benefactors. They also
fully understand the benefits of their participation on the Special Team -
wealth, fame, fortune, and success in their later lives. In Mike's office
is a Hall of Fame wall containing photographs of the Club's 'graduates',
and all members of the Special Team will do anthing to get their picture on
that wall. The girls also fully understand the ramifications if they try to
expose the Club. No other girl will support them, fully deny any of the
activities, and shun that girl. They also realize that Kay's resources will
follow them into later life, and they will live in absolute misery for the
rest of their lives. Prior to acceptance on the Special Team, each girl is
shown pictures and videos of what happens to those who try to expose the
Club. There are only three girls who have tried, but that is enough. One
was killed in a fiery auto accident; a second was mauled by the big cats at
the San Diego zoo; and the third was kidnapped off the street and is now a
slave to the Bahrainain emirates.
The successful 'graduates' frequently return to the Club to help out
with the special events, the girls' training, and, remembering their own
experiences on the Special Team, to take part in the activities with the
Special Team. Because their own sexual awakening happened here and they had
experienced more sexually in the Club than they can currently get in their
private lives, they use these visits to satisfy their own sexual desires.
By returning, they also provide the current Special Team members solid
evidence of the benefits of the Special Team. The young girls of the
Special team eagerly look forward to these visits by the 'graduates'.
And so the story begins.
I. FIRST DAY. Carla was excited. Her eyes swept around the huge
gymnasium, seeing the many girls of the Cal Verrona Gymnastics Club going
through their routines. Among the parallel bars, balance beam, floor
exercise areas, vaults, scantily clad young girls were swirling, running,
tumbling, jumping and balancing everywhere. There must have been about
thirty of them, ranging from sixteen to about eighteen years old. Carla
didn't notice that all the girls wore only bikini briefs and tight halter
tops; she was only amazed that she was here - the premier and exclusive
gymnastics club of Almeda.
Her parents had heard about the club from some friends at the
exclusive Almeda Country Club. The gymnasts from here didn't make the
Olympics or win international competitions; they did, however, have a very
strong club, competing in special meets around the states, and a few
overseas in exotic locations. In addition, those girls who graduated from
the club at eighteen almost always went on to very lucrative lives -
models, starlets, actresses, or finding some wealthy man to marry and live
in very high society. This was the principal reason Carla was here. She
knew she would never make the Olympics - she wasn't that good. And at 14,
she didn't have that much time left and her folks wanted her to get the
best advantage she could for later life.
The Cal Verrona Club appeared to be it.
However, it did seem a little strange to her parents that they would
not be accompanying their daughter to all the meets, if she qualified for
the Special Team. They understood only that the special meets were held to
sharpen the girls' skills and prepare them for later life. The special
meets were closed to the public, and attended only by wealthy gymnastic
enthusiasts. However, there would be about eight meets they could attend
during each year and that seemed to satisfy them.
Carla suddenly jumped at the hand placed on her shoulder, and turned
around quickly. A tall, well muscled man in his mid- thirties, dressed in
tight shorts and a tank top stood there, grinning. "So, you must be Carla,"
he smiled broadly. At 6'2", he towered over her slight 5'2" frame. She
smiled back and nodded. "Good. Glad to have you here, Carla. Let's go the
office where we can get some information and examine your frame for the
records. We have three other new girls here today, so you won't be alone."
He draped his arm over her shoulder and drew her close as they walked over
to the office. The windows were mirrored so one could not see in. Carla
felt a bit anxious being so close to this stranger, but at the same time
she felt his warmth, his strength, his confidence.
"By the way, my name is Mr Ward. You may call me Coach.
Later, when you have earned the right, you may call me Mike...but not yet.
All of our girls start at the bottom and have to work their way up to the
top and, perhaps, to the Special Team. Privileges come with hard work,
dedication. loyalty, discipline. And of course, performance. Do you
understand this?" he asked. She looked up at him and said, "Uh, yes, OK.
What kind of privileges do you mean?"
"We'll talk about those later, after you've been here for a while. The
first one, though, is the privilege to call me Mike. Right now let's go
inside the office, shall we?" He opened the door for her and Carla went in.
He followed and silently locked the door.
"Sit over here on the edge of the desk, Carla, while I fire up the
machine." He turned on the machine and Carla sat on the edge of the desk.
Her short skirt rode over halfway up her thighs. "Ok, Carla, let's get some
basic info into the computer. I've already got your name, address and phone
number here. So how long have you been in gymnastics?" "About three
years", she answered as she looked around the room. 'Gosh', she thought,
looking at the pictures of the beautiful young women on the wall. "Who are
all these girls, Mr Ward?" she asked. Mike leaned back, his glance slowly
working up her trim legs and thighs. "These are all girls who have
graduated from here, Carla. They were all members of the Special Team at
one time or another. Eight of them are now famous international models,
twelve are in films or video, ten have married very rich businessmen, and
the rest have gone on to very lucrative careers. Maybe one day you'll be up
there Carla. You're very pretty, you know." Carla blushed a bit and said,
"Gosh, do you really think so? I'll work very hard and do anything you say.
Wow, look at them - they're beautiful." Mike grinned inwardly; he had
heard the words he wanted to hear - 'I'll do anything ... '.
But he put on a stern face. "Maybe, Carla, maybe. We'll see. These
girls gave their all for the Special Team and the Club. That's why we have
such a nice facility, pretty good equipment, and can be exclusive. They
were the ones our benefactors liked the most and paid handsomely to have
them perform for them. But enough of that. More info." He turned back to
the computer. "Ok, let's see," he said looking her over. "Hair, black and
short. Eyes, black and large. Hispanic, I presume?" Carla nodded. "From
Puerto Rico originally, although we've lived in the States almost all my
life." "OK. How about weight?" "98 pounds at the last weighing", she
answered. "Hmmmm. We'll have to add about ten pounds to that.
Measurements?" Carla flushed slightly, looking down at her young body.
"Umm, 32-20-31. Kinda skinny, huh?" "No, no, that's all right' we'll work
on those during the training. If you work hard at it, we can boost them up
to showgirl proportions." "Really?" "Yep. Ok, how old are you?" "Fourteen
- just a month ago." He smiled. "Good. You'll be with us a maximum of four
years. You should have a good time - if you work hard and perform well."
She smiled, "Oh, yes, I will, I will!" Mike moved his hand to her knee and
thigh and gave it little squeeze. "I'm sure you will, darling." His hand
felt so warm and strong. Carla smiled back. "Now, for some personal
questions, ones that your parents will never learn. Do you use drugs?"
Shocked, she blurted "NO! Never!" "OK, calm down. We have to ask these
questions, Carla. We have had a few girls come here who did and had other
hangups and problems that caused quite a stir. We are very exclusive and
cannot afford to make any mistakes, understand?" Carla calmed down. "OK,
I'm sorry."
"Good. Let's answer the remaining questions with just the same
understanding. Are you still a virgin?" "Yes", she said demurely. "Have
you started your period?" Blushing, she nodded. Inwardly, Mike smiled
again - she's sexually ripe. "Fine, Carla. How do you feel about sex in
general?" Carla started at this question. At 16, she had just begun getting
'the feelings' of arousal, but had not really thought much about it. "Uh, I
don't really know, Mr. Ward. I guess it's something I'll have to learn
about someday. Why?"
"Well, Carla, as a young girls grows, her body naturally responds to
hormones and urges, and, unless she does something to help satisfy these
urges, she can get quite frustrated and lose her concentration on what's
important. Here, we have, umm, special sessions for the girls when they
need it. Kay Maddox, our Special Team manager, whom you'll meet later,
instructs her girls and provides outlets for them. However, she only works
with the Special Team, or those girls who have promise for that team. As I
said before, all those girls on the wall have been on the Special Team,
sometimes come back to visit and help out Kay with the Special Team events.
Anyway, Kay will be watching you and the other new girls to see if you may
fit. If she likes youand thinks you have Special Team promise and
potential, I would advise you to do especially well and follow her
instructions explicitly. OK?"
Carla frowned inwardly, but nodded.
"Right. Now let's take a look at you and your physical condition.
Please strip down to your briefs and I'll do a muscle tone check," he said
matter-of-factly. Carla hesitated. "Down to my panties," she asked
haltingly? "Right, Carla. I need to evaluate your bone structure, your
muscle development, and body tone to see where we have to place emphasis on
your training. I can tell right now we will have to work on your upper body
- chest and shoulders - but I need to do a complete evaluation, OK?" Carla
relaxed a bit. "I guess so. I might be nervous, though." "That's OK, almost
all of the girls are at first. But they all relax afterward and find they
enjoy it. I evaluate the girls regularly," Mike smiled.
Carla stood and dropped her short dress around her ankles and gingerly
stepped out of it. Her panties were the standard child full briefs, white
with little flowers and she felt a little embarrassed. Glancing up again at
the photos on the wall, she suddenly felt a determination. She pulled her
light sweater above her head and pulled it off. The warm air felt good on
her chest. Draping the sweater over the chair, she looked back at Mike,
leaning up against the desk with a warm smile on her. She took a breath,
heaving her chest up, and unsnapped the front hooks of her bra. Slowly, she
parted the cups and drew them back to the sides. Mike didn't change his
expression, so she felt more comfortable and placed the bra on the sweater.
Mike had excellent self control. He knew from previous encounters not
to show any threatening expression, to make himself seem totally clinical
so the girls would feel comfortable and trusting. But inside, his heart
started to pound stronger as he gazed with lust at this gorgeous young 16
year old, naked to the panties, standing in front of him. He was going to
enjoy this and hope to help turn her over to Kay.
"Very gorgeous and svelte, Carla. I can see your Spanish heritage in
your bone structure and skin tone." He moved to the chair and sat down.
"OK, let's first see the muscles in action, and your coordination ability
before I check the body mass. Lean your head back and stretch your arms out
to the sides slowly and with grace, as if you were a bird, getting ready to
fly. I want to see your lats and triceps stretch."
Carla leaned her head back, her slender smooth neck muscles straining
slightly. With her palms down and her wrists bent, she lifted her arms
slowly until they were about 45 degrees above her shoulders. Then she
gracefully lifted her wrists in a flowing motion. Mike's eyes were glued to
her budding young teenage breasts and her slender waist. He watched as
their junior fullness eliminated any sag as her arms lifted them higher on
her slender chest. Her small pink nipples began to stand out in the open
air - and Carla's excitement as she showed her body to a strange, yet
friendly man.
"Great, Carla, now move your arms as if you were now flying. Do it
slowly and then follow my instructions." Carla began moving her arms up and
down like she thought a bird might do. Her breasts also heaved up and down.
Mike loved the sight. Watching her breasts, about the size of baseballs,
firm yet soft with evenly distributed flesh, Mike felt the bulge begin in
his pants. "Faster, now, Carla, increase the speed evenly, until I tell you
to stop. I have to see how the muscles react and flow," Mike said. That
sounded logical to Carla so she began to slowly increase the simulated
flapping, still with her head held back. She began to actually visualize
she was a bird, an eagle she thought, her favorite. Mike watched,
occasionally licking his lips, as her breasts rose and fell with her
flapping. A few minutes of this and he could sense Carla might be
questioning this procedure. Her tits are real nice, have a great deal of
potential, he thought. "OK, Carla, relax now." Carla, awakened out of her
reverie, brought her arms down to her sides. She didn't even think about
covering her chest. Mike noticed this.
"Quite lovely, Carla. Your artistic expression is almost as good as
your muscles." Carla smiled back at him. "So? Arms OK?" Mike grinned, but
had to play it right. "Pretty good Carla, but there are some improvements
we will have to make. Come here, baby." Carla moved to stand in front of
him. "Put your arms behind your head and I'll explain." She did quickly,
looking down as he placed his strong hands on her hips. Softly, but without
tickling her, he slowly swept his hands gently up her sides toward her
breasts. His fingers probed gently, yet firmly, into the flesh of her body.
"Carla," he said gently, " these lower muscles along your sides will need
to be tightened up a bit. They are just a little too loose. Feel this." He
squeezed his fingers firmly around her waist, moving them upward, making
circular motions. With her arms still behind her head, Carla felt a
tingling sensation in her body as it responded to his touch. Moving up her
flanks to her ribs, his thumbs barely rested below her breasts. "Uh, huh,"
she said, not really understanding. "And back here," he said softly, "we
will need to firm these muscles up as well. If you don't, you will lose
your figure as you get older and your boobs will sag. We will exercise
these and make sure they develop evenly and firmly. Massage therapy will
help as well."
Tucking his thumbs in, he moved his hands up her arms to the elbows,
his fingers kneading the flesh. "The arms always need additional work, as
you well know, but hey will need stretching as well, a lot of stretching."
Carla nodded again. "The combination of this concentration will help to
keep your boobs high and firm as they grow." He moved his hands back down
her arms and eased them around in front of her to cup her breasts. Carla
shifted at this but didn't move her arms from behind her head. His hands
felt good as his palms swept over her nipples while they moved in slow,
lazy circles. Mike said softly, "Your boobs are nice and firm, Carla, and
the skin tone is very smooth. However," he said, smiling, as he continued
to massage them, "note that the lats that connect to your arms and back are
small." His fingers traced the muscles from the sides of her boobs to her
armpits. "Feel that?" Carla, breathing a bit deeper and not really knowing
why, nodded. "Good. Most women never pay attention to these muscles and
that's why they have small boobs, or they sag down to their stomach. The
truly beautiful women can keep their figures well into their forties and
fifties. They also understand the need for breast massages and
manipulation, a lot like this. Relax while I show you." Carla closed her
eyes as Mike brought his hands once again once again to her junior breasts
and began fondling them.
Carla couldn't understand the feelings in her body. Mike's hands were
doing strange things to her. Her blood began to race through her body and
she felt herself getting warmer. Mike's fingers began kneading the flesh of
her chest, slowly, probing the breast mass, palms continuing to sweep over
her erect pink nipples. Mike knew just how to manipulate a young girl's
boobs and get her hot. That was his objective - to get her excited and hot
- then stop and let her deal with the feelings. Then start again -
elsewhere. He continued to massage her chest, squeezing more firmly and
with a syncopating rhythm. Carla didn't resist; his hands felt so good on
her chest. She was breathing deeper now as these new feelings swept over
her. Then Mike, sensing her relaxation, quietly asked, "Does this exercise
feel good to you, Carla? Would you like me to continue?" Eagerly, Carla
nodded yes. "Ok, Carla, but you must understand that we often use methods
like this to build the figures of our girls - especially those on the
Special Team. Would you like to join the Special Team, Carla," Mike asked
softly, knowing already how she would respond. With her still closed, her
breathing deep, and her body getting warmer with each passing, exciting
moment, barely whispered, "Yes, oh yes. I would."
"Good answer, baby. However, you must also understand that our methods
are designed to build beautiful bodies, like those on the wall. Some people
outside would frown on our methods, so you must never tell anyone of them,
not your parents, not your friends, not anybody but the other girls here.
OK?" Carla nodded yes. "I won't tell anyone, sir, on my honor. But please
keep massaging my chest. It feels real good." Mike grinned up at her. "Ok,
Carla, let's get into this massage. You might feel a bit uncomfortable at
times but believe me, your body will love it afterwards." Mike then
applied more pressure with his hands and fingers, in rhythm, squeezing and
massaging her breasts. His cock was now a raging hardon in his shorts. He
would have to get one of the other girls to satisfy him after he finished
'examining' Carla. Maybe, he thought, 16 year old Tina would do him twice
during lunch - for her lunch. She needed the practice anyway. Tina needed
more practice in learning how to control her gagging and breathing. Kay
would take her on the Special Team next year and Tina was trying so hard to
be ready.
Mike now began to squeeze harder, knowing Carla was ready. Her first
breast 'exercise' would set her up for Kay. He grasped each tightly and
began rotating his wrists, twisting her full junior boobs. His fingers kept
up a rhythmic squeezing as he twisted them harder. Carla whimpered.
"Hmmmmp." It felt so good, but there was a small hint of pain as he
twisted. But the erotic feelings dominated her mind. She let him continue.
Her crotch was getting damp, her virgin pussy throbbing. Carla was quickly
delving into the depths of erotic feelings. Mike stopped twisting her
breasts and went for the finish. Still gripping her boobs tight, he slid
his fingers down to her nipples and began pinching them, twisting and
rotating the sensitive pink end in his fingers and thumb.
Carla involuntarily went over the top. She shuddered as the small
orgasm hit her. Her legs trembled and her shoulders shook. "OOOHHHhhh,
Yesss! YEESSS! Oh, GOD!" She felt a wetness in her cotton briefs as her
clitoris throbbed with passion. Her arms, now tired, trembled behind her
head and her fingers slipped. But she quickly regrasped them. Mike grinned.
She was hooked. Time to reel her in. He abruptly stopped squeezing her
breasts and sat back. "Relax, now, Carla. Take a breather." Carla dropped
her arms to her chest and tenderly began massaging her breasts. They felt a
little sore, but they also felt really hot and good. She sat down on the
edge of the desk, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "Gosh, Mr Ward, That
felt so good. Something happened to me and I, uh, think I wet my pants. I'm
so embarrassed." "Yes, in a way you did, Carla, but not in the usual
manner. I believe you had an orgasm. Didn't it feel real good," he smiled
at her? "An orgasm? I, uh, never heard of that. What does it mean?" she
asked openly. "When a woman is sexually ripe, baby, they respond to
physical actions like I did for you. Their bodies get all excited, hormones
race through their bodies, and they feel like they are exploding with a
wonderful feeling. How did you like it?"
"I never felt that way before. Does that mean I'm becoming a woman,
Mr. Ward?" "That's right, sweetheart. And a beautiful one at that. By the
time you leave here, given that you work hard and follow our rules, you
will be fully ready to meet the outside world, maybe be like the girls on
the wall. And you will have many more experiences like this one, and many
new exciting ones as well. What happened here today is only a small
precursor to the future. But remember, this is a private, exclusive club.
Our methods of training and our meets are private," Mike reminded her.
Carla, grinned, "Don't worry, Mr. Ward, I won't let the club down. I can
keep a secret, especially one as good as this."
"I know you can, Carla, but you will have to convince Ms. Maddox of
that. She's a bit tougher than I am. Now, let's take a look at your legs,
butt and hips, and your flexibility. We also have special exercises for
them as well. Would you like to try some of them"? Carla smiled with
excitement. "Oh, yes, if they are anything like the chest 'exercises', I
would definitely like to try them." Mike also grinned and stood up. He
didn't try to hide the bulge in his shorts now. Carla glanced down at him
and her heart raced. 'Wow', she thought, 'is he excited or what. I would
like to see him naked, my first man.' "What do you want me to do, Mr.
Ward," she coyly asked, holding her arms behind her back and pushing her
young chest froward. Mike smiled again. "Just do what I tell you, Carla,
and we'll have this examination finished before you know it. I have two
other new recruits to examine this afternoon after lunch. And I do really
need to have my lunch period. Now, can you do the splits?" Carla smiled
and nodded and slowly let her feet slide outwards, still keeping her hands
behind her back.
Mike nodded, his eyes half-hooded. This was going to be great
examination.
A half hour later, Mike led Carla from the office. She was all sweaty,
and walked a bit wobbly but happy - and smiling. "Go change into your gym
outfit, Carla, and take practice with Marilyn, the tall blonde over there,"
he said hugging her and pointing to a tall willowy woman leading a group of
six young girls in stretching exercises. He winked at Marilyn who smiled
back, knowing they had another charge. As Carla walked to the locker room,
Mike gave a thumbs up to Marilyn. Marilyn nodded - they had a very
promising candidate for the Special Team. She noticed the bulge in his
shorts and grinned at him. Mike looked at his watch and then over at
Marilyn's group of six young girls. He spotted Tina, fourth from the end,
doing back bends in her light pink halter top and matching french-cut
bikini briefs. Her slender athletic legs were spread wide as she supported
herself. Mike then waved his right hand at Marilyn, raising four fingers.
Marilyn turned to her group and spotted Tina. She nodded, swallowing a
small bit of saliva in sympathy, and turned back to Mike. He raised both
hands showing all ten digits then tapped his watch. Marilyn nodded again,
understanding.
Tina, to Mike's office, in ten minutes.
'Carla must have responded well to her initial 'examination', she
thought. Marilyn continued to put the girls through their paces -
stretching, back bends, splits, waist twists, and situps. Carla had joined
them and had on a deep purple halter top and bikini briefs. Marilyn felt
her own blood race at the sight of Carla. 'She will be fun to train'.
Standing up, she announced, "Take five girls. I want you to meet our newest
member, Carla." All the girls greeted Carla and introduced themselves.
"Now, remember the rules, girls. Carla is brand new and will need a few
weeks to get acquainted with our club. OK?" "OK, Ms Taylor," they
chorused, glancing at each other and giggling. Two of the girls, Joy and
Gina, looked over Carla with great interest.
"Tina, take an early lunch and see Mike in his office. He wants to
give you some more training."
Tina turned her head and glanced over to Mike's office. She took in a
deep breath in apprehension. But with her place on the Special Team coming
up, she knew she needed more practice and eagerly nodded her pretty short
brown haired head. "Yes, Ms. Taylor. Do I have time to prepare?" Tina asked
hopefully. "Sorry, Tina, I'm afraid not. You'll have to go now. Have a
nice lunch," Marilyn said softly, knowing what Tina's 'lunch' would be.
Tina's shoulders slumped a little, then she squared them away. "Ok, I
understand." Tina turned and walked swiftly, bouncing on her toes, over to
the office. The other girls smiled weakly in sympathy, realizing Tina
didn't have enough time to go the bathroom, push her fingers in her throat,
and throw up, clearing her stomach. But they all realized that Tina was due
for the Special Team next year and had to learn what they all had learned -
how to suck cock and not barf.
Then Marilyn turned back to the girls and said, "OK, break's over.
Let's head for the mats for tumbling." The girls moved over to the other
side of the gym, occasionally glancing back at Mike's office. Joy stroked
her throat, Gina swallowed.
Later, just as the girls were finishing their lunch, Tina came into
the lunchroom. She was breathing in small sobs, her eyes were wet at the
corners, and there were a few wet, crusting white spots above her upper
lip, on her neck and halter top. Carla was in the locker room, changing to
go home. Marilyn came over to Tina and led her to a separate table. Putting
her arms around her shoulders, she said softly. "Just relax now, Tina.
You're doing really well. He hasn't been asking too much for you lately so
you should be happy. He must think your training is almost over so these
sessions are just practice for you, right?" Tina gathered her resolve and
nodded, wiped the corners of her dark blue eyes. At just five feet and 87
lbs, Tina sometimes questioned her own readiness. She sometimes thought of
herself as not ready, as just a little girl who needs a year or two more.
Kay and Mike, however, are both enthusiastic about her place on the Special
Team. They both told her there are a good number of benefactors who will
really help the club after Tina performs for them. That's why she has been
putting in more time and practice.
"So, how was it?" Marilyn asked, curious. Tina swallowed. "Really, I
guess OK. Mike had me suck him off twice without using my hands. I had to
keep them behind my back during the whole thing. I had my top up and he
pinched my nipples hard while I sucked him. Mike told me to expect that at
the special meets. I couldn't take my mouth off his cock, either, after he
blew off the first time. Although I swallowed as much cum as I could, there
was still a sizeable amount left in my mouth as I sucked him off the second
time. But," she brightened, "I didn't lose any, although it really filled
my mouth and made my sucking more difficult. I'm glad I like the taste,
because it really filled my sinuses." Tina sniffled, gathering the last
vestiges of Mike's cum from her nostrils. "And I didn't barf this time when
he held my head and slid his cock down my throat. I did gag a few times,
and choked when he came the second time. That's why these wet spots are
here. I couldn't hide them. OH, my," she said quickly, looking around.
"Where's Carla. I can't let her see me like this."
"Don't worry about Carla. She's getting ready to go home, so I don't
think you'll see her. Don't worry about the rules. You did fine. She won't
know until it's her time. Now, tell me true," Marilyn asked firmly. "Did
you take it all the way down and hold it there when he came?" Tina smiled
weakly, but with pride. "Oh, yes, Ms. Taylor. This was the first time I
could take his nine inch cock down my throat, all the way to his balls. My
jaw really stretched wide but I did it! He took his hands off my head and I
was able to keep down there all on my own. And," she smiled proudly, "I
also deep throat fucked him for a full two minutes before he came. Mike was
really in heaven. It felt funny but good, the throbbing in my neck." Tine
pointed to just below her clavicle. "I think I got it down to here," she
said perkily. "But the down side was, I gagged when he came in my throat
and some of his cum blew out my nose. I hope Mike won't be too upset."
Marilyn hugged her tightly. "No, dear, Mike won't be upset. Some of
our benefactors actually like that so don't worry. We only want to teach
you girls the right way for your own protection. But remember, sometimes
you will have difficulty. All of us have. The important thing is to make
sure your men cum fully in your mouth, to see you enjoy it, and to swallow
it down after swilling it around in your mouth. And, also," Marilyn
whispered, "remember the secret: a man's cum is some of the best food you
can get for your body. Very few women ever learn that secret and do not
have a satisfying sex life. Yours will be great." Tina smiled back as
Marilyn hugged her. "Yeah, that's right!"
Marilyn smiled. "Are you hungry, Tina?" Tina smiled back, "No, I don't
believe so, Ms. Taylor. I had my lunch!" And they both giggled. "Go get
cleaned up, Tina. Your parents will be here in half an hour."
Later that sfternoon, Mike had 'interviewd' two other new girls. Pat
was a 16 year old with a nice developing body, and Ann, also a 16 year old
with near ivory skin. Both had undergone the same physical evaluations that
Carla went through. Mike also had to be serviced again, this time by 17
year old Linda's very tight cunt and mouth, and 16 year old Joy's ass and
mouth. Both were already members of the Special Team, although Linda had
yet to attend a Special Meet. Both, however, had performed superbly. Only
Linda had choked when he blew off in her throat. Joy took it straight from
her tight little ass without a flinch. Mike was thoroughly drained and
would need a few days to recover.
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