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Subject: "The Young Gymnast" Part 4
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http://www.incesttabooo.com/gym.html
The Young Gymnast
Part 4
He was sure that if he had a flashlight he could have seen all the way
up to her hymen. Then he considered another possibility. He knew that
many gymnasts tore their hymens as a result of stretching. In this
case,
hers would have been gone long ago. What a wonderful thought, to fuck
a virgin without the blood or pain of tearing her hymen! In that case
he imagined that with his flashlight he might be able to see all the
way to her cervix. He moved his attention to the area at the top
of her splayed cunt lips. There before him was the most singularly
sensitive spot on the young girls body. Her clitoris was a tiny nub,
a bit smaller than her nipples but a deeper red than the surrounding
area. It was obviously engorged to a certain extent by the girl's
nervousness or excitement. The desire to lick it was overwhelming,
but for now he restrained himself. Until he brought his gaze up to
the level of her pubic mound, he had forgotten that all of the area
between her thighs and her vagina was as hairless as the day she
was born. He lowered his gaze once more to examine closely for hair
follicles, a sign that she shaved her pubic area for the sake of
her gymnastics outfit or bathing suit. Even though he had asked
if she shaved down there, he wanted to test her honesty.
He could not find even a single hair or follicle in the
entire area. He returned
his gaze to her pubic mound. What he saw was magnificent. Her pubic
mound had a small patch of straight, fine blonde hairs covering an area
of about a square inch. The hairs were so sparse that he could almost
count them. The color was identical to the color of the hairs in her
armpits, which were virtually the same white blond as the hair on her
head. He was astounded that what he thought was possible only in
his fantasies - that a blonde girl's pubic hair could be the same
texture,
color, and straightness as the hair on her head. He assumed that the
hairs were fine and not coarse by careful examination. Of course, if
he could touch them with his tongue he would know for sure. He had
one last thing to do before unfreezing her. He moved his nose as near
as he could, without touching, to her gaping vagina and inhaled deeply.
He almost passed out from the intoxicating aroma of this tender teen's
virginal pussy juices. Not at all like a women's. Not even like
that of an older teenager. Much more delicate. A slightly musky blend
of pussy juices and sweat. He instructed her to get up and dismount
the horse.
She stood before him, her face red from hanging upside down for such
a long time. Her shredded outfit laid over her chest and came down to
just above the bottom of her breasts, now in it's unstretched state.
He had to touch her from now on, so he made another offer. If I gave
you $100, would you let me touch you? As she thought about it, he
became more depressed with the thought that she might say no. She
thought
about how many weeks of lessons she could get with the $100, and she
could be doing them in her brand new outfit. She was scared that he
would
hurt her, but he had kept his word about not touching her so far,
considering all the opportunities he had so far. She also had to admit
that she was turned on a bit by all of the attention he was paying to
what she felt was her unattractive body. She was always being teased by
the other girls about looking like a boy. At times, when she wore loose
clothing, adults had mistaken for a boy. Here was a man who was
worshiping
her body. She even gave a fleeting thought that this man could teach
her
about sex. Most of her friends had already seen a boy's penis. Others
had talked about how nice it was to masturbate. One girl her age
had even been fucked by a boy. Her mother, on the other hand, had
convinced her that something bad would happen if she ever played "down
there," which is why she had never experimented. The man was certainly
not unattractive, and he was very gentle and kind. Would he teach her
about sex? She convinced herself that he had no interest in her
sexually. He just wanted to look and touch. Oh, well. She told him ok.
He was shocked. He thought for sure she would say no. He took out $100
and
gave it to her. She quickly put it away in her purse. She came back to
and stood in front of him on the vinyl exercise mat.
First he wanted a total examination of her body to see how really
perfect
it was. This would be his first opportunity to see (and feel) it in
a unstretched state. Would it meet his criterion for absolute
perfection?
Certainly many faults could be covered up when a girl holds her arms up
or thrusts her chest out to firm up sagging breasts
or tightens her butt and thighs by bending over slightly,
as he had seen in countless magazines. He went over to her and pulled
the
remnants of her leotard over her head. Now she was completely naked.
This naturally blonde, short haired 12 year old virgin girl with the
toned
gymnast's body stood before him. He looked first at her breasts. With
her
arms down he could see what they looked like in their resting state.
To his pleasure, they were almost identical to their appearance when
she
was stretched. Small, wide based mounds, symmetrical around
the entire breast, topped by the light pink areola and tiny nipple.
Next her tummy. Flat as a board and slightly muscled.
The final test was her ass. The reason he liked the boyish body build
on a girl was because a young boy's ass never sags over the thighs.
On a boy there was no change in width where the thigh met the ass. On
virtually every woman he had seen, and in fact even in teenage girls
he had observed at the beach, there was always a bit of sag in the
ass, or a fold of fat where the thigh met the ass, or the ass
stuck out too far. Only with intense exercise could a woman approach
but never achieve his definition of a perfect ass. One of the
problems was that a woman's hips are wider than a man's, so the
little fold of fat is almost inevitable. He hoped this little
toned gymnast with the boyish body would have the perfect ass. This
was his final test for his fantasy of the perfect body. As she
stood at attention, her feet together, arms at her side, he walked
around behind her. He was in heaven. She had a small, tight ass which
seamlessly melted into her muscled thigh. He knelt down looking for
the telltale fold of fat. It was not there. She had it. The perfect
ass.
It was his dream come true. This girl had the perfect body! It was
time again for a careful inspection, this time he could instruct her
how to pose and, better yet, could touch whenever he had the urge.
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