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Subject: The Young Gymnast - Part 3
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The Young Gymnast
Part 3
He decided to do her torso next. He wanted to prolong the
undressing of this goddess as long as possible. As she continued 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 uncomfortable, 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 impossible, 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 herself 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 examining her lycra covered mound, trying to imagine the
treasure
within. He decided to cut more of her outfit in preparation 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 essentially 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 actually stretch
wide enough for him to get his penis into her, something he had assumed
even in his fantasies was not possible 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.
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