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Jim and the Gymnasts
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JIM AND THE GYMNASTS -- PART 2
I found a great place to peek through little Becky's bedroom window, right
between a pair of tall shrubs that hid my presence from the street. Her
window was open, so I had to be very quiet as I looked through a break in
the curtains. There she was, and right on time, beginning to take off her
clothes.
As she stood in front of the mirror on the back of her door, she reached
down to pull her shirt over her head. I could see her bare back come into
view, and the angle was such that I could see one of her little eleven
year old titties in the mirror. She didn't bother to wear a bra, because
her underdeveloped breasts just barely stood out an inch or two, but I
thought they were a few inches of heaven.
Becky turned to look at her top in profile, thrusting out her chest to
make her breasts look larger. They had an unmistakable form already, sort
of like flat cones with little pink pebble-sized nipples. While standing
sideways, she reached up with her small hands to cup them from underneath,
squeezing them slightly and ending the squeeze by pinching those cute
nipples between her fingers. Her head went back and her mouth opened a
little, letting out a muffled gasp in reaction to the tingle from her nips.
Becky seemed really proud of her new assets, turning back and forth to
study them further in the mirror. I was losing control and had to unzip my
shorts, extracting my swollen cock for a good stroking session during this
show. Next off were her shorts and panties in one move, revealing her pale
round bottom. She almost looked like a boy from behind, with no noticeable
womanly curves at all, and I was thrilled by the sight of her totally
naked young body in the mirror. Again she turned from side to side, trying
to look sexy by placing her hands on her hips and jutting them to the left
and then to the right.
Oh, that sweet little girl slit! There wasn't a single hair growing down
there yet, and somehow the baldness of it turned me on more than the bush
of an older girl. When she turned in profile, it pouched out a bit from
her crotch, and I remembered how my hand had been pressing against that
forbidden spot earlier. Becky seemed to remember that touch as well,
lowering her right hand to her pussy lips as her left one massaged her
tittie. I saw her hips rotating in small circles while her middle finger
rubbed against the top of her slit, and my own hips started moving also, in
a thrusting motion as I increased the pace of my jerking off.
Suddenly Becky fell back onto her bed, spreading her tiny muscular legs
far apart. I saw her hips rise and fall in time with her quickening hand.
Becky's mouth was forming some words, and I listened intently, hearing her
little girl's voice breathing, "Touch me Jim, Oh Jimmy, hold me there..."
This was music to my ears -- no, more like an erotic symphony. She really
DID like my advances earlier, and it was obvious she wanted more.
I was nearly cumming from this sight, but then it got even better. She
reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her hair brush, lowering it in
a flash to her reddened pussy. I had heard of girls using the handle of a
brush as a dildo before, but never imagined that such a young girl would
use one. Would she actually stick it in that tiny crevice? The answer was
clear as she used both hands to position the brush handle towards her
opening, and eased its tip between her lips, entering just barely inside.
"Wow, this girl is horny," I thought as she began to slowly move the brush
in a pumping motion, lifting her hips completely off the bed with each
push. "Ohhhh...Ugggh...Jimmyyyy, yessss!" she whispered, and then fell
back still, having penetrated her slit to the hilt a few dozen times. This
brought me over the edge, and I shot my jism onto the side of the house.
Sneaking back to my house I replayed that scene in my mind over and over,
longing to be a brush handle. I couldn't wait until Monday afternoon,
hoping I could show little Becky how much better my dick would feel
pumping into her cunt.
Becky and her co-conspirator Jessica were full of energy that Monday
during practice as we started on some floor routines. Jessica was wearing
shorts this time, and she came up to me during a break. "My mother took my
tights to get them fixed," she giggled softly, "but you might get a good
show this afternoon!" skipping away after this remark. I became a bit
worried about this secret rendezvous with these little girls, and I spoke
to Becky when she walked by.
"Hey Beckster," I whispered, "are you really sure our game is a good idea?"
She looked disappointed and begged into my ear softly, "Oh, PLEASE? It'll
be fun -- we won't tell, I promise!" "Well, OK," I responded, feeling
relieved and excited at the same time by the thought of our planned strip
poker game. "Goody!" she whispered back. I counted the minutes until the
end of practice. On the way back to the house in the car, Becky slid over
next to me. I reached down and patted her smooth thigh, talking about how
much progress she was making in class. My hand stayed still for a while,
cupping her small inner thigh, and Becky's only reaction was to open her
legs and edge down the seat, forcing my touch nearer to her crotch. All
too soon we were back at the house.
The moment had come, as Becky and I waited for Jessica to sneak down from
the pool. I knew that her sister Karen had to work her entire shift this
time, because she was the only guard on duty Mondays. Karen found a deck
of cards and began to shuffle them on the floor, looking up at me with a
devilish grin. "You'll have to tell us which hand beats which," she said,
"we've only played poker twice before." "I'll be glad to," I replied,
knowing I could fix this game rather easily.
Jessica knocked at the door, then let herself in, running over to us
shouting, "Let's start!" I could make out a dark colored bikini top under
her shirt, knowing she was purposely adding a few layers of clothes for the
game, probably feeling nervous about being naked in front of a boy for the
first time.
"Should we make the game a bit more interesting, girls?" I asked. "What do
ya mean?" Becky asked. "Well, the winner is the one who still has some
clothes on, on that person gets to tell the losers to do anything he or
she wants them to do." "Oh my gosh," Jessica said, looking worried. "Come
on, Jess," Becky said confidently, "you said you'd play." Then she got up
on her knees and whispered something into her friend's ear. Jessica turned
deep red and started to giggle uncontrollably in response. I wondered what
request had been made by Becky, having a good idea given her natural
naughtiness.
Very little in the way of rules was discussed, other than my cursory
description of what hand beats what. Of course I said I would inform them
of some more intricate, and utterly nonsensical, exceptions along the way.
I knew I could make them believe that a face card of a certain suit
combined with a seven, say, beats a pair.
Now I was wondering how the outcome could be manipulated. I had a feeling
that Jessica would really enjoy the winner's role, telling Becky and I to
do various things. As the hands went by I was betting on her young mind's
naughty imagination. Breaking the nervous suspense, I "happened" to lose
my shoes and shirt in the first few hands. Both girls seemed duly
impressed with my upper body, staring at my chest.
It was my turn to stare next, as Becky haltingly removed her top. My eyes
reacquainted themselves with that pair of budding prepubescent titties.
She blushed deeply and tried to sit up straight to augment her barely
developing wares. Becky appeared proud after a while, finding my admiring
glances rather flattering.
Next into view were Jessica's breasts, slightly fuller than Becky's, but
still barely mounds capped with raisin-like nipples. She had dark hair and
skin tone, looking almost like a little Indian princess, sitting, well,
Indian style.
Jessica held her poker hand high, using her wrists to block my view until
Becky reached over and forced them down. "That's not fair!" Becky
admonished her friend, "you have to show it all." While pushing her arms
down, Becky's wrist grazed Jessica's right tit, and it jiggled quickly from
the sudden contact. That kinetic energy was somehow transmitted through
the air, causing a pulsating "jiggle" in my cock.
After a while we were all stripped down to just one item of clothing each.
Becky in tiny pink panties, Jessica wearing her bikini bottoms, and me in
my tented out jockeys. There was a palpable tension in the room as the
next hand was played. Becky lost legitimately, and I said, "Well, this is
it Beckster, let's see the show!" Jessica was giggling nonstop at her
friend's predicament, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together in auto
stimulation.
"Wait..." Becky said, standing up, "Jim, I don't have any ... well ... any
hair down there yet. Promise you won't laugh at me, OK?" "Hey Beckster," I
said reassuringly, "all the better to see you without the hair in the way."
She smiled at this and looked down to her thumbs as they slid under the
elastic of the only garment separating her from total nakedness. She was
sort of a tease, easing her panties down her slight hips, pausing right at
the top of her little girl slit. Then, Whoosh, off they dropped, and she
extended her arms out proudly, standing two feet in front of my leering
eyes, her panties bunched up at her ankles.
Jessica seemed almost as interested as I was, looking a bit turned on
herself by Becky's unashamed display of skin. "Wow, Beckster," I
stammered, "you sure do look sexy!" I could even smell her preteen juices,
almost tasting the pungent aroma from that budding young flower's nectar.
She turned slowly, doing a fashion model's 360, wearing nothing but tan
lines. Haute-couture at its finest!
She sat down, staring at my underwear's tent pole, and said, "Well, let's
see who's next." It was just giggles, giggles, giggles, as these naughty
eleven year olds reacted to my obvious erection.
I lost the next hand, purposely discarding a pair of Jacks, hoping that my
own Jack would become a Jack-in-the-box. Standing up I enjoyed myself,
living out a flasher's greatest dream come true. I lowered my jockeys off,
displaying my raging hardon in front of these two wide eyed little girls.
"Oh, my gosh," said Jessica in shock, "it's so big." (sorry, but I
couldn't resist the classic line of juvenile journalism) I wasn't really
very big at all, at just under six inches, but why bother telling these
innocents the truth.
"Well, Jessica, you won," I reminded her, "what should we do?" My
anticipation was coursing through every neuron. "Ummm..." she began,
"first you have to lie down on your back and let us touch it." A good
start, I thought, as I followed her command. Both girls knelt beside me,
and Becky was the first to touch my dick's head with her index finger,
making it lurch. Quickly she withdrew her finger, almost like the apes in
"2001" touching a forbidden but alluring object for the first time.
"Lookee!" she shrieked, "it moved!" "Try holding it," I instructed, "it
likes to be held tightly and petted." I thought they might get over some
fear if they thought about my cock as having pet-like qualities. Sure
enough, Becky reached out with her tiny hand and circled my cock with her
fingers, squeezing gently. "Like this?" she asked tentatively. "Yeah, oh,
that's better," I confirmed, "Why don't you try, Jess?" She reached over
and nudged Becky's clinging fingers away, grasping it firmly. Then,
seemingly by instinct, she began to rub me up and down. "Uggh, Jess,
that's it..." I moaned.
After a while Becky got impatient, asking, "Hey Jessica, now what?" I saw
her give Jessica a little wink with that question.
"OK," Jessica began, "Now Becky has to lie down and let Jim touch her
breasts. And you have to kiss her too." 'Have to,' I thought?? Becky
quickly lay back with her eyes closed, shivering with nervousness. I knelt
over her and kissed her on the nose, then the cheek, then right on her
lips, reaching over to fondle her tiny titties. They were so soft to the
touch, and the only skin I could really hold were her little nipples,
squeezing them as I continued our kiss.
Her breathing increased rapidly as I saw her stomach muscles twitching in
a near giggle from delight. "Now touch her vagina," Jessica clinically
demanded. "Like you did to me in class!" She had a big grin on her face,
and I knew that she had told Becky about my lecherous groping. No protest
from my side.
I ran my fingers down her smooth stomach, inching it closer to her secret
place. Using the underside of my index finger, I traversed the length of
that little slit, up and down, watching as Becky's thighs opened and
closed rhythmically. Spreading her lips, the tip on my finger sought out
her sensitive, waiting clit. Becky let out a gasp and then sucked in hard,
almost as if I were drowning her in pleasure. Her hips pushed off the
floor, making greater contact with my finger as it moved in little circles
around that tiny hardened button.
"More, do it again, ohhh..." Becky was loving this, as was I. I could feel
her little girl juices lubricating her opening. "Now kiss her all over,"
Jessica said almost in a whisper, "Even d-down there." I looked over at
her watching us, and she had her own hand inside her bikini bottoms,
rubbing herself. I was quick to comply, kissing each nipple in turn,
sucking on them and darting my tongue around their perimeter. My finger
moved lower as I eased the tip of my middle finger just inside her tight
cunt, and Becky let out an audible grunt, bucking her hips off the floor.
I lowered my head to her now steaming slit and buried my face between her
open legs, darting my tongue up and down, imitating the moves of my
finger. She was on fire now, gently cradling my head in her hands, saying,
"Ohhh, Jimmy, that f-feels so gooood, kiss me t-there!"
I felt like a superman of pleasure to this inexperienced little girl,
loving the power that my mouth exerted over her. Not wanting to leave
Jessica out, I reached over and slid my hand down her suit, pushing her own
hand out of the way. Not wasting any time with her preheated pussy, I
pushed my finger right up her inlet, feeling her thighs clamp down on my
hand as her head went back. "Oh, my gawd, push it in, harder!" she pleaded.
My middle finger pushed and wormed its way all the way to my second
knuckle, curling my finger toward her front, exerting pressure along that
tight inner wall. Now, I always could chew gum and walk at the same time,
so my tongue darted up inside Becky's hole as well, and her tight young
cunt squeezed down around it on each thrust. Both girls were huffing and
gyrating fiercely, lost in their new found pleasure.
Suddenly I broke away from them both, and with a smirk I asked, "Uh, Jess,
is there anything else you can think of for Becky and I to try?"
Becky shot right up and leaned over to her friend's ear, whispering her
request. Like a DJ of lust, Jessica said, "M-maybe you could lie back.
Keep your eyes closed. OK, now Becky, you get on top." I knew this was it.
Becky was obviously tired of her hairbrush, and wanted to try the thing
that little girls their age whisper about. I felt her legs straddle my
waist, and then I felt her reach down with both hands to position my cock
head toward her opening.
"Ugggh, unnnhhh, oh, uhhh..." she grunted as the tip of my cock edged its
way past her pussy lips, just inside. She was determined and tried forcing
herself down again on it, getting my dick a little further in. The
pressure was incredible around my cock head, and a bit painful as well. I
couldn't imagine how I was going to fully fuck this little girl, or rather,
how she was going to fuck me.
I couldn't resist looking any longer, and I raised my head up and nearly
fainted from the sight of my proportionately gigantic cock pushing her
tight outer lips inward with each of her downward thrusts. Both Becky and
Jessica were too enthralled with this to even notice I was watching. "I'll
dooo ittt, just a l-little more, UUGGHHHH!" Becky cried out as my cock
pushed deep within her, stopped by the end of her love tunnel, with just
an inch of my dick left outside.
"Yesss, oh, GOD, Beckster, you did it!!" I applauded her in lustful
appreciation. I reached down and grabbed her waist, beginning to take the
lead in our forbidden dance. Thrusting very slowly, I felt the walls of
her cunt easing up their vice-like grip, adjusting to my cock buried
inside.
"Does it f-feel OK, Becky?" I asked. "Y-yeah, it's starting to
feel...uhhh...yeah, Ugghhh, yesss..." she sighed, losing control of her
speech, concentrating on wave after wave of orgasmic ripples from the tips
of her toes to the top of her head. Her practice with the hairbrush was
obviously paying off, and she bucked back in time against my strengthening
thrusts.
"Ohhh, Jimmy, do it...harder...FUCK MEEE!" Hearing this from her eleven
year old lips sent me over the edge, and I pulled out of her, spraying a
geyser of hot jism up along her stomach and tiny titties. "Oh, Becky,
look!" cried Jessica in amazement, watching my eruption. "Now it's my
turn!" she demanded. "OK, Jess, but give me a few minutes, PLEASE!" I
begged in near unconsciousness.
The End
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