Daddy's Little Gymnast

Doug watched as the young girl spun around on the uneven bars, concentration scrawled on her face, muscles straining with the effort of keeping to her routine. She paused at the top of her circuit, spread her legs into splits and then spun down again, releasing her hold on the bar. She flew across to the lower bar and caught it, spinning again. Seemingly only seconds later she was somersaulting through the air before landing on her feet. Her knees remained bent as she confirmed her balance and then she thrust her arms skyward, grinning at her success.

Doug didn't really notice the smile. His eyes were drawn to the way in which her leotard clung to her tiny frame as she reached to the sky. The material seemed to be almost like liquid skin, shiny, tight and leaving very little to his over active imagination. He did applaud though, joining in the rest of the arena's appreciation of her work.

As he turned his attention to the balance beam he smiled, thinking that there were upsides to having a daughter in competitive gymnastics. Initially it had only been his wife that had gone along. When Audra was younger he'd simply had no interest. After the divorce though, he'd been forced to attend. He hadn't enjoyed it.

Then Audra had hit college. Suddenly he realised that there was something to this gymnastics thing after all! The long hours sitting at competitions, training, driving all over the country, injuries and tears all became worthwhile when Audra won. When she wasn't winning, he consoled himself with the fact that those hours were now made bearable by the continuous sight of attractive, athletic girls contorting their bodies into positions that often left him wincing in imagined pain and imagining things he shouldn't. With his wife having left the scene and abandoned them both to live overseas, he spent more time there than most fathers. He was a lot less reluctant these days.

Audra looked over to where the girl had just finished on the uneven bars. Unfortunately it had been almost faultless. Audra knew it meant she couldn't afford a single misstep on the beam. If she was to win, she had to nail this performance. She didn't wait to see the score come up, not wanting the additional pressure of knowing exactly how good she would have to perform.

She slapped her competition smile on, raised her right arm to signal her intent to start and turned to face the beam, the smile quickly replaced with a look of intense concentration.

Doug watched as Audra dashed quickly toward the beam, muscular legs pumping and her short blonde ponytail bobbing along behind her. She hit the springboard, flipped and landed on the narrow wooden apparatus with an audible thud. Doug exhaled quickly after the successful landing. He quickly gasped a breath as she began the rest of the routine. He was unlikely to take another until she finished. He found his fingers crossed and almost every fibre of his being tense as he watched her progression through each element.

Doug gasped along with the rest of the crowd as Audra's foot slipped in a landing. Her arms windmilled and she quickly thrust her leg out lateral to the beam, desperate to avoid the penalties of a complete fall. He sighed as she managed it, but knew he was in for a rough ride home. There was no way she would win after that fault and that meant she'd be sulky for days. His relief when she finished the last elements would only be short lived.

The fear of her mood was replaced with concern. After indicating that she'd completed her routine to the judges, her stalking departure from the competition floor was marred by a slight limp.

"Well I fucked that up!" Audra declared when she met her father after the competition. She'd been so pissed off when she'd finished that she hadn't even bothered showering. She'd thrown her leotard in her bag, ripped off the skin coloured thong she had to wear under it and just dragged her leggings on without bothering with underwear.

"Here, let me take your bag," Doug offered, knowing from long experience that there was virtually nothing that he could say to improve the situation. Even the fact that she'd managed to hang on to second place wasn't worth mentioning. That would simply be salt in the wound.

"Thanks," Audra muttered, climbing into the front seat of the SUV.

The ride home was quiet. Audra didn't want to talk and Doug didn't want to set her off. He couldn't go all the way without asking her how she was though.

"I couldn't help but notice that you limped off today, are you ok?" he asked her.

Audra sighed. It was a double-edged sword that her father was a physiotherapist. On the positive side she received a lot of free treatment that other girls would have to pay for, but on the down side, her father always seemed to spot when she'd picked up a minor injury. For a gymnast, injury was a part of life. Audra couldn't remember the last time that she'd gone into a competition without some part of her body strapped in some way. She knew girls that had pain killing injections before competing and girls that took risks when medical advice had told them not to compete, but for her, she couldn't get away with it. Her father always told her that her career would be longer and more successful if she followed his advice. She knew it was true too. But that didn't mean that she didn't sometimes just want to get out there and beat everyone regardless of the injury she was carrying.

"I'm fine," she told him, staring intently forward.

"We'll check it out when we get home," Doug offered.

"Fine," she said flatly, knowing from the same long experience that her father had that it was something he wouldn't let go. He was like a dog with a bone when it came to her injuries.

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"Ok, so where does it hurt?" Doug asked Audra later that night.

"Right here," she said, indicating her right groin, close to her crotch.

"Ok," Doug said a little nervously, "Why don't you lie down for me and we'll see how bad it is."

Audra sighed, climbing onto the massage table that her father kept in the spare room.

"Um, you'll have to take those off," her father told her, indicating the leggings she was wearing.

"Crap, let me quickly change then," Audra said, blushing.

"Ok," Doug replied.

As Audra disappeared from the room, Doug was left to ponder, his thoughts going in directions they shouldn't.

"What had she been wearing that she wasn't prepared for him to see?" He wondered, "Was it a case of simply being something skimpy or was she going commando?"

Audra's return startled him from his reverie. She walked in and climbed onto the table, moving a little gingerly as she raised her small frame from the floor. Doug watched closely, trying to keep his gaze professional, despite the pink cotton bikini panties clinging to her tight little 18 year old gymnast's bum. Audra rolled onto her back, looking up at her father, hands resting on her stomach.

"Right, lift your leg for me," Doug instructed her.

Audra raised her right leg until it was pointed toward the ceiling, toes pointed through sheer habit. Her father placed his left hand on her calf to guide her movements. He took her through a series of positions, his right hand resting on her inner thigh, feeling the movement of the sore muscle.

Audra closed her eyes as her father took her through the movements. His hand was warm. It was a gentle touch. It was definitely one of the advantages of her father being her physio. She never had to worry about his hands straying anywhere they shouldn't.

"Which is lucky," she thought, "Given how close it is to my pussy."

She wasn't even sure what had put the thought in her mind. Her eyes snapped open to see her father eyes glued to her crotch, just glaring at it!

"No, wait, he's just looking at my groin, at where the injury is," she realised, almost giggling to herself.

She found though that having let her mind drift there, she couldn't seem to drag it away.

"What would I do if Dad's fingers brushed my pussy?" she mused.

She looked appraisingly at her father. He was good looking. As far as older men went, he was no George Clooney, but then again, he was far from ugly. He was also fit. Between the healthy eating that Audra insisted on for her gymnastics and his own awareness due to his profession, he'd always looked after himself. Her thoughts were also influenced by past conversations with her crazy friend Misty who had rated her father as the only dad she'd fuck out of their friendship group after they'd all watched American Beauty one night.

"Ouch!" Audra exclaimed as her father stretched her just a bit too far.

"Sorry Audra," Doug replied, looking at her leg in concern.

Doug probed gently at his daughter's leg, trying to isolate the exact location of the pain. He was conscious of just how close his fingers were getting to the seam of her panties and kept having to drag his eyes away from the crotch. Curiosity kept dragging them back though, especially because he kept finding himself wondering how much trimming or shaving she did. The material seemed very tight against her skin and he hadn't noticed any sign of hair.

"Here?" he asked, poking gently

"A bit lower," Audra mumbled.

Doug's fingers were almost touching her panties and he swallowed nervously, running his gaze back up toward Audra's face to try and distract himself. She was wearing a tight but short white t-shirt that clung to her toned frame and left her belly exposed. The distraction didn't really work. Between her taut stomach and the fact that her nipples were poking against the t-shirt, he was shot before he got as far as her face. When he did meet her gaze, he found himself inexplicably blushing and quickly looked away.

Audra saw her father's eyes pause ever so slightly when they reached her breasts. She knew her nipples were tight. They had been ever since she'd started thinking about him touching her. She knew it shouldn't be something that excited her, but for some inexplicable reason, she was finding the thought exactly that. She hadn't bothered with a bra. With A cup breasts she rarely bothered around home. Besides, she'd been thinking that it was her legs that were going to be looked at, not the rest of her. Normally when she'd come home from a competition she'd take some time to masturbate in the shower. There was something about the whole competition thing that seemed to amp her up. Tonight she'd been too pissed off about coming second to get around to it. The lack of relief seemed to be heightening all sorts of things.

"Right there!" Audra said, surprised to find her voice a little husky as her father's fingers found the location of the injury.

Doug stopped his hand, surprised by the way her voice seemed to catch as he touched her.

"Here?" he asked, touching her again, noticing that she was reacting differently than to what he'd expect from just the injury.

"Yeah, that spot right there," she said.

Doug picked up the bottle of oil that he had nearby and rubbed some onto his hands. He automatically started going through the same steps that he'd use with any other patient. He had Audra lie with her knee bent and cocked sideways and he started massaging her groin with firm but gently directed strokes. His eyes were transfixed by the sight of her flesh dimpling beneath his fingertips he kneaded her supple young flesh.

Audra closed her eyes. She always enjoyed the part of the treatment where her father massaged her. She often took advantage of having him around, claiming that her shoulders were sore, or complained that her calves were tight so that he'd sit and knead them while they watched television together. This time though, she found her thoughts going all sorts of places they shouldn't and her body reacted. She knew her pussy was responding and she could feel a dampness beginning in her panties. The realisation didn't help to stem her thoughts though.

Doug stared, his fingers working all around the site of the injury. Without even meaning to, he brushed them against the edge of her panties. There was no reason to consider it erotic, the tip of his finger simply brushed against the seam of pink cotton, but his cock stiffened immediately.

Doug quickly looked to Audra's face, knowing that he must be as red as a beetroot from the response. Fortunately she had her eyes closed. He looked back to her panties, unable to resist checking them out. He suppressed a gasp when he noticed the beginnings of a damp patch right in the centre of the crotch. It did nothing to relieve the growing pressure in his pants but fueled the thoughts that her voice catching had started wandering about his mind.

Audra opened her eyes and looked back up over her father's body. She knew that he had a few dates here and there, but for some reason they never seemed to convert to relationships. She wondered if he was getting any sort of sex. Her gaze drifted down and she had to suppress a gasp of her own when she saw clear and solid evidence of her father's erection.

"How's that?" Doug asked her.

"Um, I think it needs a bit longer," Audra replied automatically.

She always asked for longer. The massage was the best bit after all.

Doug swallowed and continued. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about sneaking his finger under her panties, but it was the only thing that was going through his mind.

Audra kept flicking her gaze from her father to his crotch. She found herself moving her hand from her belly, laying it alongside her on the table, inching closer and closer to him.

"What would he do if I touched it?" she wondered.

"What would she do if I touched her?" Doug wondered for the umpteenth time.

Coincidence? Maybe. Audra felt her father's fingers working right in the joint of her leg and crotch. His oily fingers slid over her skin and slid just beneath the fabric of her panties, just starting to touch the smooth skin close to her shaved pussy lip.

Audra's hand brushed against his hard cock at the same time, applying ever so subtle pressure.

They both jumped at the same time.

"Sorry!" they blurted at each other at the same time.

They stared at one another, unsure as to what to say.

Audra felt a tingling in her belly. It was wrong, but she was suddenly very sure of what she wanted. She reached out and slowly closed her hand around her father's cock, feeling the bulge within his pants.

"Audra ..." he stuttered.

"Shh," she replied, her hand starting to stroke him slowly.

Doug looked down at his daughter's hand slowly working back and forth on his pants. He looked down across her athletic, tight young body. Her nipples thrust at the material of her t-shirt. The wet spot on the crotch of her panties had grown and her short, but muscular legs were spread wide. He said nothing. He simply watched, his oily hand resting on her inner thigh.

Audra worked her father's zipper down. She undid his belt and then pulled his pants so that his cock sprung free, his pants and boxers dragged to his knees in one rough movement. She seized it in her hand, stroking harder, holding her father tight. His pants fell the rest of the way to the floor.

"Audra, no," me managed this time.

"Yes Dad, I need it. I want you," she said, placing her free hand on his. She dragged it down so that his fingers touched her wet crotch.

Doug moaned. He could feel the dampness of the cotton. His cock ached for release. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman and here was Audra, telling him she wanted him.

As he watched, she rubbed his hand against her, pushing him harder. He could feel her pussy beneath the cotton; feel the way the panties pushed between her lips. He gasped, eyes transfixed as he watched. All the while, Audra stroked his cock with her hand.

Audra felt her father's fingers begin to move of their own accord, stroking the panties against her willing pussy. As he watched, she quickly pulled them to one side, exposing her shaved mound and pussy lips. His fingers paused and she looked him in the eye and smiled. Moments later she felt them ever so gently brush against her bare skin. She quickly let go of her father's cock and slipped her panties off, drawing them down her leg, breaking her father's contact.

Doug stared. There it was, the answer to his question. Audra's pussy was as bare of hair as the day she was born. It was perfect and for a long moment all he could think was how lucky he was to see it. Her outer lips were puffy. They were obviously in a state of excitement, parting with her spread legs to reveal the thin inner lips glistening with moisture.

Audra saw Doug's eyes flick up over her tits and smiled at him.

"You want to see them too Daddy?" She asked, quickly sitting up and whipping off her top. "There's really not a lot to see."

Doug swallowed hard as Audra casually discarded her top. He looked over her now naked body. Her breasts were indeed small. He knew they were A cups. With no-ne else living with them, he did enough laundry to know. He took in every detail of her breasts, delighting in their revelation. The nipples were quite large for a small breast. They were pale pink and the areolae were puffy, standing out a little from the rest of the flesh, which was almost flat against her chest as she lay back down again. The centre of the nipple was hard and stiff and he wanted desperately to suck it.

"They're beautiful," he said quietly.

"So is your cock Daddy," Audra answered him.

She grabbed it and pulled him so that he had to take a step. She quickly wiggled down the massage table and brought her mouth in line with it. In one swift movement she slid her mouth down over the swollen head of her father's cock, taking it between her lips and feeling it glide across her tongue.

Doug gasped as his cock disappeared into Audra's mouth and reached for her breast, disappointed that he'd lost contact with her pussy but making the most of the situation. He felt the firm young flesh move over her ribs and watched the rippling of her incredibly cut stomach as her head moved as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. He pulled gently at her nipple, then harder as he heard her moan around his shaft.

Audra felt her Dad pull her nipple and couldn't help but release a moan, clamping her lips down on him and drawing them slowly back up his shaft. Then his fingers were moving, fluttering lightly down over her stomach to her pussy. She sighed as she felt them start to explore, brushing across her lips, down then up. She twisted her body, keeping his cock in her mouth as he reached for her pussy. The movement repeated and she moaned when he didn't slip one between them. Her knees were well spread, her legs almost flat on the massage table. She found herself clenching her butt cheeks and thrusting her pussy at her Dad's fingers, desperately seeking his touch between her lips.

Doug stared at Audra's pussy again, memorising the fine detail of her bald lips, the little wrinkles on the otherwise smooth flesh, the little dark mole just to the side of her right labia. He trailed a finger up along her slit, feeling her juice and dragging it up toward her hooded clit. He felt Audra thrusting and rubbed his finger firmly over her clit, hearing her gasp at the contact. His finger slid back down and he eased it between her lips, feeling his way inside.

Audra moaned louder as her father's finger delved between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing it, catching it between her lips and pulling at it before plunging back down its length. She felt a second finger working its way in alongside the first and cupped her Dad's balls with her hand as she sucked him. She pulled on his sack, pulling his testicles away from his body as they tried to draw up with his pleasure. The deeper his fingers went the more she pulled on them and the harder she sucked.