Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 21:14:09 +0000 From: susan kendrick Subject: The Gymnast This is not my story but was sent to me by a reader. I asked him to post it on Nifty, but he is shy. Hence I am doing it for him, with his consent of course. This is his first story so please do send feedback if you would like to see more from him. -- Suzie XX The Gymnast -- by JT Ozman My name is unimportant, but for the purpose of this telling I'll call myself Gina. But what I'm about to tell is important. What has happened, what I've done, I can no longer keep hidden from myself if not to everyone else. I'm in my low thirties with long, almost platinum blond hair, attractive, female and a lesbian. I'm what most would call a lipstick lesbian. I'm feminine in all ways except for my attraction to women. Young women in general, young girls now in particular. Usually I keep my hunting grounds to what would be socially acceptable locations. Nightclubs, bars on occasion, and social gatherings at the homes of friends with like-minded proclivities. However, this one time was different and while the world as a whole would condemn me, I cannot lie and say that I wouldn't do it again and I am actively pursuing another encounter. An encounter so sweet that I know I'll burn in hell for it and I will gladly bring the gasoline and matches. I am a former gymnast, of Olympic ability, but once, on the way to the Olympics, a pulled hamstring right before team qualification sidelined me for good. It was the last chance for me to compete in that world gathering and it passed me by. I was good, very good. Good enough now to train young girls in their climb to greatness. One young girl in particular and her name is Tanya. Just the thought of her makes my heart race and my blood flush through my body and especially to my sex. It will be difficult to write this down without masturbating several times throughout its telling. Tanya showed amazing grace and ability and the power in her small frame was stupendous. The height that she would attain in the floor exercises was a wonder to behold. Her dismounts from the parallel bars were spectacular and she rarely missed sticking a landing. She was utterly fearless on the balance beam, her routine leaving me breathless. But her skills were not the only reason for the failure of my lungs. The first time I saw her she had just finished her routine on the parallel bars and was walking away to speak with one of the team coaches. She was wearing a black leotard spotted with the white chalk that had rubbed off the bars. It was the chalk that drew my eyes to the mound of her pubis making it even more pronounced to view. She glanced down and casually brushed the chalk away and my body twitched ever so slightly. She turned away from me and I could see that the material of her outfit had crept into the cleft of her bottom, revealing a little more of her butt that would be normally seen. With a quick practiced move, she slipped her thumbs into the leg openings and pulled it free. I heard my name spoken and jumped. I had been gawking at this young girl and was oblivious to the world. "Hey, Gina, where are you?" It was Rachel, the head of the gymnastics club. I laughed, "Outer Mongolia!" She put an arm around my shoulder and guided me along as we walked. "Well, get back soon because I have some star talent that I want you to meet and share your expertise with." There was no hidden meaning in the phrase. If Rachel had any idea of my sexual orientation, she never made mention of it and I did nothing to hint at it. Besides, that was exactly why I was here. To help train young gymnasts. "Girls, I want you to meet Gina." Five girls turned as one, proud smiles on their faces as they acknowledged my presence. And there was Tanya. Her eyes were bright with gray irises set inside a heart shaped face. Her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her smile rows of pearls made iridescent by her dark skin and darker lips. Yes, Tanya is black, though to more accurately portray her would be to say she is a dark creamy brown. She was the first to extend a hand in greeting and I hoped I didn't appear too eager in taking it in mine. She was petite, as most of the girls in this sport were, with small, but noticeable breasts, and a beautiful compact body. It was right then, as I held her delicate hand, that I knew I wanted her. I wanted to sexually devour her and I knew I would throw all caution aside to taste this delectable morsel. I released her and my heart raced as her fingers slid away from my mine. I quickly shook hands with all the other girls without effect and introductions were made. Rachel lauded my abilities and warned them that I was an exacting taskmaster and would expect only their best efforts. And she was right. I worked a sweat from those girls, as I think no other had before. They were eager, they hungered for a spot on an Olympic team and they did everything I asked of them. One of them more so than the others. Tanya was constantly asking me questions about techniques and how a particular move could be done more cleanly, or more precisely. I was happy to oblige her every request and assisted her in moves that would require placing my hands on her slender body. I was careful though and remained professional the entire time. I lusted for this child's sweet body but I am a committed trainer and business was the order of the day when business was required. There would be time, I told myself, and there would be opportunities. As Mary Poppins said, "There is an element of fun, in every job to be done." Or something to that effect, and this was no different except that the fun came unplanned and unexpected. I was observing Tanya on the balance beam while she was performing a simple pose, balancing on one foot while her leg extended behind her, the rest of her body forward, arms outstretched to the sides. She slipped and fell towards me. I'm still not sure if this was intentional or not, I never thought to ask, but I reached out to hold her up. She was too far along to stop and fell against me. In my effort to stop her, my hand slid down the inside of her leg to her crotch. It was warm and damp from her perspiration and my index finger pressed into the cleft of her pussy. I quickly pulled away and asked with a decidedly flustered sound in my voice if she was all right. Her brown face darkened as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Yes, yes I am," she said breathlessly. Several girls and coaches gathered around us and the team doctor did a quick examination of Tanya and pronounced her in good health. I breathed a sigh of release; I would have hated to see a young girl's dream end in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked again if she was all right. She said yes and quickly embraced me in a surprisingly strong hug. Her face pressed so firmly into one of my breasts that I thought for sure she could feel my nipple stiffen. Just as quickly she pulled away, smiling sweetly as she looked over her shoulder before entering the girls changing room. Making sure I wasn't seen, I brought my hand up to my face as if in thought and sniffed at the errant finger. I knew the scent was only sweat, but I pretended it was the fragrance of her young, tender pussy. The club had put me up in the local Holiday Inn and as soon as I had locked my door I flopped back on the bed and began masturbating. I hadn't even taken my running pants off, I was so inflamed! My pussy was wet and oozing into my panties but I couldn't wait. My fingers plunged into and out of the pink flesh, coating them with my juices and I moved the lubricated fingers over my clitoris. It was stiff and felt more erect than ever. Who'd have thought a lesbian could be erect! I saw Tanya as I imagined her body nude and glistening, her chocolate colored body against my white skin. As my fingers plunged into my slit, I thrust my hips upward, and the squishy sounds of my pussy were counterpoint to the gentle creak of the motel bed. And then I had my orgasm. God it was beautiful, my body went stiff and then blessedly relaxed. I rolled on to my belly, fingers slowly plumbing my depths and realized I was whispering her name. "Tanya...Tanya... Tanya." I had to have her, to hold her, taste her and have her taste me, have her put her fingers in my pussy and fuck me silly! In place of her sweet quim I took my girl-cum covered fingers and without hesitation, slipped them into my mouth and imagined that it was her pussy I tasted. Before long my fevered mind brought my pussy to a boil and once again my hands massaged my sex into a gooey, glorious mess before I drifted off to sleep. The days went by without incident and the time I spent with these young girls would soon pass. I was impressed and proud with what we had accomplished in our short time together. Too short, I was sad to say. Tanya showed special promise that anyone could see, not just to my loving eyes, and we spent many professional moments together during the week. It was torture for me to be so close to this delectable creature but I maintained my respectability amongst everyone. Oh, it's not like I didn't fantasize when she bent over at the waist and that cute little ass availed itself to me, and I could imagine those lovely thighs against my ears. Or how she would react when I gently tweaked the nipples on her diminutive breasts. I tried to devise ways for me to be alone with Tanya so I could seduce the child but it would require a time when we could be by ourselves. The shower room offered possibilities but there was always another person at anytime. The image of Tanya's mocha colored body covered with white soapy lather caused a twinge of delight between my legs. It was coming to the end of my stay with the club and I was saddened knowing I was to leave this wonderful collection of aspiring gymnasts and I fully expected to see some of them in the upcoming summer Olympics. But, of course, I was most saddened by the fact that I may never see my dear Tanya again or share the delights that females could enjoy together. And then Providence struck! I was scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow when Rachel asked a favor of me. She was to have given Tanya a private lesson the next day but had to go out of town to prepare for the next gymnastics meet and asked if I could take her place. Calmly, I replied that I wouldn't mind at all. In my mind though, I was screaming with delirium! "Are you all right?" Rachel asked, her face showing concern. And I then realized I needed to breathe! "Sorry, slight indigestion," and I touched my center of my chest to add emphasis. "Well, it seemed not very slight to me. You should have that checked out. It might be acid reflux." I told Rachel I would take her suggestion to heart. She gave me keys to the gym and explained how the alarm system worked and suggested that we keep the doors locked since we would be the only ones there in the morning. I listened very attentively and had her repeat everything twice. This was my opportunity and I was not about to let anything fuck it up! "Where do I pick her up?" I asked. "Oh, her mom will bring her." SHIT! Now what am I going to do? "I hope you don't mind watching her until we get back. Her mother is going with me tomorrow and her father won't be coming home `till late in the day." My faced flushed and grew heated with excitement. "No, not at all," I croaked out. "Are you feeling all right?" Rachel was really concerned now and almost insisted I see a doctor that day. Oh, I definitely would be seeing a doctor after tomorrow. For a sprained tongue and a sore clit if things went as I wanted. I arrived at the gym an hour earlier than Tanya was expected, to prepare the lair! The club gym had large storefront type windows so that passers-by could see the girls in action and encourage others to explore their possible talents. Fortunately there were three back rooms for more private instruction so that a girl could practice without any distractions. Odd, I thought, because at any gymnastic meet there were several events going on at one time and right in the middle of your routine you could be subjected to the thunderous applause and cheering for someone else. However, it suited my purposes perfectly and I place at least a dozen towels in each room to make cleaning up any sweat and...other secretions easy. There was a knock on the door and I saw Tanya standing there, hair pulled back in her usual bun, eyes bright and a 10,000-watt smile. My heart started racing and the blood flushed throughout my body. I was getting wet. I took a deep breath and forced down my feelings. It was like cornering a ferocious lion with a whip and chair that clawed towards the last shred of self-control within me. But I've used whips before, and not just the metaphorical type. The lioness would run free soon enough. Her mother stood beside her, smiling and waved to me. I could see where Tanya inherited her pretty looks. Her mother was gorgeous, a little darker than her daughter with full lips and luscious curves. She was wearing stretch pants that defined her vulva, and a sweater that was filled with promises that would be passed on to her daughter. I quickly went to the door and let them both in. "Hi, I'm Tanya's mother, Elaine. It's so nice to meet you. Tanya here constantly talks about how much you've taught her. Now if you could only help her with her school studies!" "Mom!" Cried out Tanya, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, honey." She pecked a kiss on the girl's cheek. "I love you, sweetie." "I love you too, mom," and Tanya hugged her mom before the woman turned to leave. "Have fun you two!" Oh, God, I thought. I saw Rachel in the car and waved and she waved back, a smile on her face. Shortly after that the car left the parking lot and we were alone. "Who was that in the car with your mom and Rachel?" "Oh, that was my little sister, Joy. She's eleven and her friend is Allison. Her mom is Mrs. Jameson." "How old are you by the way?" "I'll be 14 next month!" she chirped. "You'll have to give me your address so I can send you a birthday card. Well, let's get started shall we?" I put a friendly arm around her shoulder and I felt her arm wrap around my waist. We started with the balance beam, Tanya's weakest event. She quickly removed her warm up suit and I felt that lioness slash at my resolve. She was wearing an all white leotard and it glowed against her brown skin. As she went through her warm up routine I watched her carefully. Her ass was marvelous, tight twin globes stretching tight the material of her outfit and I was treated to a tasty view as began stretching by slightly spreading her legs and touching her forehead to one of her knees. I gazed at the swath of cloth that ran between her legs that concealed her jewels and promised juicy delights. When she finished, she turned and announced she was ready. So much beauty in her small almost prepubescent body. The seam of her leg openings disappeared into the crease of her thighs and her pubic mound became pronounced and looked like a little pouch for her pussy. I wanted to ravish her right then and there! As she went through her routine I was no longer appraising her movements in a professional way but as a woman in heat. Several of her moves were slow and deliberate such as where she would do a hand stand and slowly spread her legs and I thought I could see the material of her crotch dip into the slit of her sex. She righted herself up and balanced on one leg as the other stretched out behind her. At that moment she wobbled and I quickly went to her side. It was the same situation as the first time when she fell but now I had a good hold of her with one hand under her chest and the other holding her under the thigh inches from her crotch. I felt her chest expand in a deep breath as did mine and the muscle of her leg tensed. "Relax," I said and she nodded. Her eyes closed and she smiled slightly. I released her and stepped back to watch her complete her routine. She dismounted with a twist in the air and stuck the landing, lifting both hands high over her head causing her chest to thrust forward. She was wearing a sheer bra beneath her outfit and her nipples noticeably pointed outward. She skipped over to me and hugged me tightly, thanking me for my help. We discussed her routine and I made a few suggestions to improve her style before we went to the uneven parallel bars. The top bar was too high for her to reach, so I lifted her at the waist and she began her routine. She was trying out a new technique and was having difficulty so asked me to show her how it was done. I was wearing jeans and a sweater and said that it was an inappropriate outfit for gymnastics. "Just do it in your underwear, no one will see you!" Who was going to seduce whom, I thought. But who was I to prevent a young girl's search for excellence! I nonchalantly began disrobing until all I had on was a lacy white bra that did little to conceal my nipples and a pair of white string bikini panties. "I feel a little exposed," I said and gave a nervous laugh. Tanya giggled. "It's just us girls!" But she seemed to be very interested in my outfit all the same. I jumped up to reach the bar and began the routine. As I transitioned from the high bar to the low bar I realized that it required me to spread my legs wide and it had to reveal the dark wet spot in my panties. Would she notice? What would she think? I would find out soon enough because the second time I did it, Tanya had positioned herself right in front of the low bar. I came at her, legs spread wide again as I grabbed the low bar and collided into her, my pussy into her tummy. My legs instinctively wrapped around her as I released the bar and fell backward, pulling her down with me. Tanya shrieked with shock and amusement and held on to me. We both lay there laughing hysterically for a time embracing each other, my legs still crossed behind her back. When we finally stopped and took a breath I asked her what was she thinking? "This," was all she said and she kissed me on the lips and then pulled back to see my reaction. "Tell me again," I said and this time our mouths were open and her little pink tongue slipped into my mouth. I reached up to hold her head as my tongue reciprocated. This girl was knowledgeable. My hands roamed over the back of her body down to that tight little girl ass. I kneaded the flesh and she responded with increased fervor and pressed her pussy mound aggressively onto mine. The juices flowed from my pussy transforming my panties into a sponge. As we kissed I felt a small hand reached between my legs and began massaging the wet material, forcing in up into my hole. I had to get this child naked as soon as possible. I had her stand up as I kneeled in front of her and I pressed my mouth against her mound. Warmth emanated through the material and I could smell the scent of her heated pussy. I opened my mouth and tongued her through the cloth. She gasped and placed her hands on my head, gently pushing me into her as she moved her hips forward. I began chewing on her pussy mound and grabbed her ass, grafting my mouth to her juice-soaked crotch. Tanya ground her vulva into my mouth, her breathing deep and passionate, sweet moans passing over her lips. I pressed my tongue hard into the crotch of her outfit and I swear I could feel the tip of her little girl clit. Suddenly Tanya's body began to shake and spasm as her first orgasm raced through her body. Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the floor breathing hard, mouth agape. I ran a caressing hand over her body, gently touching her tiny boobs, lightly stroking her tummy before resting it between her thighs. Her crotch was wet with a mixture of saliva and vaginal secretions. She looked so beautiful, a vision of innocence and vice laid out before me. But I needed to taste her pussy and even though her juices were soaking through, I wanted her labia in my mouth, my tongue in her vagina. I straddled her lithe form and grasped the collar of her outfit and began removing it leaving her only in her training bra and gym panties. My hands flowed over her chest teasing the buds in her bra. Tanya closed her eyes and arched her back; my hands slipped under the bra and tweak her hardened nipples, bringing a grin to her face. "You like that?" I whispered into her ear and ran my tongue along the ridges before slipping inside. She moaned and reached for one of my breasts, cupping it in her small hand, kneading the flesh, seeking out the nipple. "I'll take that as a yes." I removed her bra and suckled one of the coal black nipples. She slipped her hands into my hair, running her fingers through it, taking a handful to her face and inhaling deeply. I released the nipple and blew gently on it, seeing it stiffen even more. I switched to the other one, slickening it as well. I gently nipped her and she gave me a perturbed look. "It's a love bite baby." "It hurt!" she laughed. "Then let me make it feel better," and I sucked it once again. But I needed the distinctive taste of her pussy and kissed a trail down across her belly to her intoxicatingly wet panties. I licked the glistening wet spot on her belly from where my sopping panties had rested. She giggled and said it tickled. I grabbed the elastic of her panties and she raised her butt off the mat, her legs lifting into the air. I pulled the panties free and held the sodden crotch to my face inhaling the musky scent. I tossed them aside and gazed at her delicious looking slit. It had the faint beginnings of pubic hair, black and curly, her labia a darker brown than the rest of her and glimmering with a patina of pussy fluid. I knelt down between her legs and placed my hands on her pussy. I parted the flesh and was made witness to the pinkest cunt I'd ever scene. Yes, I said cunt. It's the best word to describe what I saw. In this context it was a beautiful word and sight. The pink of her inner pussy flesh made more so by her dark skin. I lowered my mouth to her cunt, covering it completely with my mouth and Tanya reacted by rising up to my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her as deep as I could go to taste the inside of her virgin vagina, drinking the copious fluids that emanated from her body. Her body writhed on the floor and I put all my talents to work eating her cunt. It wouldn't be long before she would cum again and I concentrated on her clit, pursing my lips around the cute little nub, sucking intensely while the tip of my tongue flitted against her pink pearl with the speed of a hummingbird's wing. Her body convulsed and her lithe legs squeezed me in orgasmic delight. Her ass lifted up off the mat and she humped my face, coating it with a sticky sheen of vaginal secretions. What wasn't on my face was quickly lapped up by my tongue. Tanya's mouth opened wide in a silent scream, her eyes screwed shut so tight I thought they might never open again. And then she collapsed back onto the mat racked with exhaustion. "God, fucking, damn!" She gasped in that little girl voice. "My pussy...my pussy..." "Don't take the Lord's name in vain, sweetie," I softly chided. Some things are never acceptable. I moved my head up to hers and turned her face to me and kissed her, our tongues swirling against each other. "Now, what about your pussy?" She blushed, and looked away from me for just a moment and then giggled. "Well, first of all, I can taste it a little on your lips!" "And..." "I can smell my pussy on your face!" "I can smell it too. And I can still taste you on my lips," and to emphasize it I ran my tongue in a languid way over both of them. "Mmmmm...delicious! Didn't you think so?" "I don't know," she replied. "Let me prove it," and gently probed her pussy with two fingers and held them to my nose and sniffed them. "Mmmmm, nice." She watched intently as I put them in my mouth and sucked the fingers clean. "As I said, delicious." She averted her eyes again and I asked, "What's wrong, baby?" And I hugged her. She hesitated. "What do I taste like?" I stroked her face with my fingertips and gave her a peck on the lips. "Let's find out," I said. Once again I reached between her legs and probed her pussy, but this time I went deeper, gently pumping in and out. Her vagina was well lubricated and my fingers glided easily into her body. I explored the vaginal walls and Tanya rolled her hips and sighed softly. I had two fingers past the second knuckle inside her and I opened them up into a V and twisted them inside as a third orgasm rippled through her. "I think that should be sufficient," and slid my fingers from her pussy. She shivered, as they pulled free. I brought them to her face and spread them, revealing a web of cum between them. "Open," was all I said, but she knew what I meant. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue as far as she could. I laid my fingers on her tongue and she pulled them into her mouth. Her tongue slithered over every inch of my fingers until she had swallowed every bit of her own juice. "It does taste good!" She exulted. "And the best part is that you can have as much as you want anytime, sweetie" "I'm going to have a lot then," she said casually and buried her face in my shoulder. "I want to taste you." "Anything for you, baby." She started to get up but I gently forced her back against the mat. "Let me," I whispered. I straddled her face with my blond haired pussy. I don't believe in shaving my bush, a neat trim, maybe, but that's all. My pussy hair is naturally blond and is a beautiful sight, with pubic hairs curling around pussy lips. It also absorbs a lot of vaginal secretions and all my lovers love to suck the juices from my bush. I pulled my lips apart to reveal my throbbing clit. I was so wet that droplets splashed on the brown lips of Tanya's mouth. She quickly licked them up. "What do I do?" She asked. "Anything you want, darling," and I lowered my crotch to that pretty little face. She didn't need much instruction, though her technique was a bit frantic. I instructed her to slow down and to concentrate on my clitoris and occasionally slipping her tongue into my vagina. "That's good, baby," I moaned. "Just like that." She was eager to please and a fast learner drinking the flow from my cunt. It wasn't long before I was thrusting my crotch against her face, my juices running down the sides of her cheeks. Her hands reached up to my boobs, caressing and squeezing them, pulling my stiff nipples. My hips thrusted faster and faster until my pussy cream gushed out into her young girl's mouth. I fell forward onto my hands, gasping for breath. I rolled onto my back and rubbed my gooey pussy. "Baby, you're real good," I said. She smiled as she wiped the pussy juice from her face and licked her fingers. I closed my eyes and suddenly she was face down in my crotch starting over again. I didn't resist this time, in fact I had an idea. "Rub my pussy with your hand." "Like this?" she asked. "Yes, but make sure you get your hand really wet." She rubbed every part of her hand against my slit until it was coated with my cream. "Now put your hand in me!" I demanded. "Are you sure?" "Do it now!" I needed to be filled! Most women's hands are too big to fist me but I suspected that this little bear's would be just right. First the tips of her fingers entered me and there was a bit of resistance and she hesitated but I encouraged her to keep going and before long she buried her hand to the wrist in my cunt. "Now make a fist, sweetie." Such a wonderful feeling to have a little girl's hand fully inside me! Her fist was a ball inside me and I told her to pump my pussy with it. She started out slowly but as my passion increased she realized that I wanted her to go faster. "Fuck me, Tanya, fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard!" She complied, and her fist pistoned inside me. On the outstroke her fist would not quite go all the way out, stretching my pussy opening wider that any dildo I had. Then she would plunge back in until she touched my cervix. My climax was rapidly approaching and I had her stay deep inside and twist her hand as fast as possible. "OH, FUCK!" I screamed out as my body was wracked with ecstasy and quivered for several minutes. Wet, sucking sounds were heard as Tanya pulled her hand out of my body. Her arm was coated with cum to her elbow. Her face had a look of amazement at what had just transpired. I smiled at her. "Thank you." She shrugged and laughed. "You're welcome!" She began to lick my juices off her arm when I stopped her. "Didn't your mom teach you to share," I teased and we both licked her clean. For the next several hours we enjoyed each other's body and even found time to work on her routines, in the nude of course, with breaks for more than one session of oral pleasure. However, all good things must come to an end and this was no exception. We played a bit in the shower and her soapy body was just as I imagined it would be. As we dressed I held her panties, a bit stiff after drying out but still fragrant. I wanted a souvenir. "Can I keep these?" I asked with a sly grin. "Sure," she chirped, and I stuffed her panties in my purse. There would be many a night I would masturbate with these panties on my face. "Can I have yours? she asked. I would have liked to give them to her but I was afraid of the consequences if her mother found them. She pouted, but I had a handkerchief embroidered with my initials that I stuffed in my pussy before handing it to her. She held it to her face and inhaled my scent. As promised, I sent her a birthday card as well as a card for every holiday, and still do to this day. I never wrote anything that might be suspicious, but her letters were as salacious as could be imagined. One day I received a package and inside was a pair of panties that had obviously been masturbated in. They seemed a bit small for Tanya, but the accompanying letter explained that. She had recently seduced her younger sister Joy and explained in explicitly delicious detail their exploits. The panties smelled wonderful. She also promised to send me a pair from her sister's friend as well. I immediately planned to give another seminar in the near future. The End I hoped you enjoyed the story. Please send any comments or suggestions to him at jeff237@ispwest.com. Hopefully it will encourage him to write more and give him the confidence to post them himself.