Message-ID: <24096asstr$958209010@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: kristenwrites@aol.com (Kristen)
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000512194712.13556.00001177@ng-ct1.aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "A Skater's Fantasy" by Kristen (MF, solo)
Date: Sat, 13 May 2000 05:10:10 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/24096>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, dennyw





                     ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text












 Archive name: skater.txt (MF, dream, solo)
 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : A Skater's Fantasy

 ------------------------------------------------------
 -= This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2000. =-
 Please do not remove the author information or make
 any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
 commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
 commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
 ------------------------------------------------------

 A Skater's Fantasy (MF, dream, solo)
 By Kristen Kathleen Becker 
 March 1998


 Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace.
 The young champion figure skater glided to an abrupt
 stop, sparklets of ice showering from her silver blades
 as they bit into the hard surface.

 A moment of silence, then the music came back to life
 in a burst of joy, and the young woman flexed at the
 knees to push herself into another change-double-three.

 She was concentrating on nothing but her routine and the
 sound of her skates slicing through the fine layer of
 liquid crystal that glazed the surface of the ice. Her
 next movement took her into the air as she spun three
 full counter-clockwise revolutions, landing on the left
 back outside edge of the skate's blade.

 Her heart swelled with pride when she completed this
 difficult jump perfectly. In the distance, as if from
 another world, she heard the audience roar with
 approval.

 Now that the difficult triple-axel was over, the rest of
 her performance would be a piece of cake, she thought.
 She went through the remainder of the program almost
 without thinking, as she had done a hundred times before.

 Spiral, lutz, spreadeagle, a small-axel, change-to-double-
 three, change-loop, loop, bracket, double-three... She
 began to hear the audience again as she neared the end of
 her program, the world coming back into focus, and her
 mind relaxing its previously complete concentration on
 each coming movement. It was like waking up, or breaking
 the surface after a steep dive into water.

 Then she was done. She struck the final pose and froze,
 her body held perfectly still, her arms flung above her
 head as if reaching for the heavens. There was a split
 second  of silence - though to Katerina it seemed an
 eternity - before the audience started to applaud.

 One by one the people in the audience stood up, scream-
 ing their approval, throwing flowers and cheering. The
 young woman seemed momentarily stunned by the sudden
 deafening noise, but then began to cry and laugh at the
 same time as she realized that she had finished a perfect
 set. Recovering, she began the four-corner bow required
 by tradition.

 ***

 Kasha Malinov was standing by the score box, waiting for
 Katerina to skate her way there. When she arrived they
 hugged and kissed briefly and he added his praise to that
 of the general audience. "Kat, you were wonderful. I
 think I've never seen you skate better. I'm so proud of
 you."

 Katerina barely heard him over the crowd's acclaim, but
 she knew he was congratulating her; she knew she had
 skated well.

 Coach came to sit beside the young skater, hugging her
 and yelling almost louder than anyone else. They sat
 side by side as the scores came up, one by one: 5.9,
 10, 5.9, 10...

 Katerina couldn't believe her eyes as all the numbers
 lit up on the judges' scoreboard. She had won the women's
 singles. She had won, and the pressure was over. The
 adrenaline had already begun to drain from her veins at
 the moment her music had stopped.

 Now, with the competition over, she felt tired, almost
 lethargic, as Coach helped her to stand up and leave the
 score box.

 Katerina knew that Kasha would be the last of the men to
 skate, but now that the strain of her own competition was
 over she wanted to see all the men perform. She certainly
 wanted to be in the audience to cheer on her teammate;
 she couldn't miss watching him in action.

 After helping the young woman remove her skates, Coach
 left Katerina with security in the competitors' area and
 returned to the rink to be there during the final moments
 that every skater needed with their coach before taking
 to the ice.

 Davis Mandalay was on the ice when Katerina took her
 place in the stands, still breathing hard after her
 workout. She saw Davis perform a perfect triple-lutz,
 then a double loop. Her gaze went to Kasha Malinov;
 she knew exactly what he was going through down there,
 having just come through it herself. He, like her,
 would be saying to himself: 'Why am I doing this? I
 hate this more than anything in the world.' But both
 of them knew that when a routine went well there was
 almost nothing better.

 She smiled, remembering Kasha's saying: "A good skating
 performance is the most fun a person can have with their
 clothes on."

 Coach always got upset when Kasha said that, but Katerina
 liked the saying, and always imagined her friend at such
 moments without his clothes, and 'having fun.'

 They had both traveled from their native Poland to
 Portland, Oregon, to train with Coach. There was no place
 like America to train. If one wished to attain a world-
 class reputation, training in America was almost a
 necessity these days.

 Coach had taken up with Kasha shortly after he won the
 European Championship. Katerina had also competed, but at
 fifteen she had been too raw to make a real impression on
 the stodgy judges. At eighteen, however, and with much
 help from Coach, as well as sixty hours of practice each
 week, Katerina now felt ready. She felt good; perfect, in
 fact!

 Kasha was limbering up now. Between performances the men
 were doing minor jumps and spirals, trying to work the
 nerves out. It never helped, but they all did it anyway.

 Kasha was wearing his black satin dancer's costume.
 Katerina loved that outfit; it made him look so manly,
 she thought; his body was so fine to look at.

 Suddenly she felt guilty. Kasha was married - he'd been
 married to Diana Malinov for almost 5 years - and
 Katerina knew it was a sin to think about a married man
 in such a way. She felt herself flush in a familiar
 feeling of jealousy. At times she almost hated Diana
 for her good fortune. Katerina was in love with her
 team mate, and hated the thought of another woman
 pawing his body.

 She was brought back to the present by the familiar
 strains of 'A Prelude To Love' by Brahman's. That was
 Kasha's music!

 The young woman leaned forward to watch her team mate
 take the ice. Her every nerve-end, every muscle, were
 stretched tight as if she were the one about to
 perform.

 He looked beautiful, his midnight black hair glowing
 almost blue-black in the purplish spotlights shining
 down from high up in the stadium canopy. He stood
 proud and erect, his legs apart, in an heroic stance.

 Then the music took off, and so did Kasha.

 Katerina watched him glide majestically into his first
 triple-triple-loop. She was already in love, and each
 time Kasha performed she fell a little more in love
 with him.

 The young skater watched intently, wishing she could be
 inside that strong male body. She wanted to feel his
 muscles move under his smooth skin, to touch him as he
 moved so confidently over the ice.

 Another huge jump brought an almost inaudible whimper
 from her lips; yes, she was truly in love! Kasha jumped
 again, this time seeming to fly to an impossible height,
 making more than three revolutions before landing a
 perfect salchow.

 Katerina wished she could 'be' him, if only for a few
 moments; he was so powerful, so beautiful... She would
 know what to do with his body, if she could only have it
 for just one evening, she thought. Yes - she'd bring it
 into her dormitory room after dark and make it please
 her in all the ways she wanted.

 Oh yes - if only Kasha were single!  She would certainly
 know how to please him (she squirmed a little in her seat
 at that thought). Katerina could almost feel his skin
 under her hand, imagining its texture on her fingertips.

 She would kiss him as he'd never been kissed before. She
 would press her body against his, then reach down to take
 his mighty organ into her fist.

 Oh, that would be the most wonderful feeling of all,
 actually to touch his magnificent tool; to undress him;
 to uncover his body. Yes... she wanted to unzip him, to
 reach inside his clothes...

 Katerina felt her own arousal as his thickening shaft
 forced her fingers wider, and his wonderful, beautiful
 erection grew impossibly big within her grip. His
 arousal was wonderful to see, his organ so soft, yet
 so hard and warm.

 She couldn't help herself, grasping it tighter and
 beginning to pull, and then push on the sensitive skin
 of his shaft. She'd never actually done anything like
 this before, but realized that she was 'jacking' him
 off. It made her even more excited to know that this
 godlike man was allowing her to do this to him.

 Her palm rubbed up and down his now-slick shaft, and
 the feeling almost made Katerina faint. Her breath
 was coming in gasps, matching his own as his hips
 surged under her manipulation, his muscles rippling
 with the effort. He was the most beautiful thing she
 had ever seen.

 Katerina watched with intense interest as Kasha's
 member seemed to grow even stiffer, seemingly straining
 for release as her small hand worked up and down the
 shiny, veined shaft. Then, without warning, his golden
 cock began to spurt jets of golden sperm, gushing like
 a fountain and splattering over the front of Katerina's
 costume.

 Her eyes half closed as she felt the hot spurts hit her
 chest. She could almost hear the splats as successive
 globs of sperm struck her flesh, and she certainly felt
 the warm sticky fluid seeping through the thin material
 of her skater's costume and wetting her skin.

 She continued, in slow motion, to jack him off, bending
 over him; taking his huge golden cock in both hands and
 stroking her neck with it; moving her whole body with
 each thrusting movement, forcing more and more of the
 hot seed from his straining body. She could feel his
 sperm on the back of her neck now; it was in her hair
 too.

 She started to wonder how much sperm Kasha was going to
 produce; his ejaculations seemed to go on for ever. She
 was almost out of her head with her desire for him. Her
 body was on fire, the hot sticky smell of him everywhere.

 It seemed the most a natural thing to do when she leaned
 forward and placed her lips over the tip of Kasha's
 beautiful purple head, swooping to take him into her
 mouth as far as she could.

 Her first sensation was of smooth delicate skin against
 her tongue. Then, almost Immediately, a gush of hot
 liquid splatted against the back of her throat, then
 another, and another...

 Katerina began to swallow, and kept swallowing. It all
 felt so wonderful. Not only was she pleasing Kasha,
 but his orgasm was having a direct effect on her own
 body. Every time his hot sperm shot down her throat, a
 delightful spasm went through her body. Each time he
 spurted, her strong, athletic body experienced another
 sexual quake.

 In a moment his orgasm had become hers. The sensations
 were so overpowering that Katerina could hold back
 no longer. Her body convulsed mightily as her orgasm
 hit its full strength. She pulled her lips abruptly
 from Kasha's still-rigid member and screamed in pure
 ecstasy, the taste of his hot essence still on her
 tongue.

 Her voice, as she screamed in orgasm, sounded super-
 human. It echoed from the rafters of the arena, where
 it was multiplied a thousand times, ten thousand
 times... Her body convulsed yet again, thrashing and
 filling every hollow, every nerve, with the most
 wonderful of feelings... She loved Kasha; she loved
 him...

 The young skater sat back, panting with exhaustion as
 if she'd just finished a rigorous practice. Echoes of
 her ecstatic cries still ringing in her ears, she
 opened her eyes.

 Everyone was shouting and cheering!

 Were they congratulating her on the quality of her
 public orgasm?! Her face turned bright red from embar-
 rassment. What had she done?!

 She looked around warily, fully expecting to see
 laughing, jeering faces; to meet ridicule, even
 disgrace. But she saw nothing of the kind.

 She was bewildered for a moment, then her mind cleared
 and she realized that the cheers were for Kasha, who
 had just finished his program. The realization that
 she had been fantasizing about her team mate rather
 than watching him perform hit home in a rush.

 As Kasha Malinov stood at center rink to take his
 bows, Katerina looked at him with new understanding...
 and new plans formulating in her young mind...

 'Sorry Diana,' she thought, a look of determination in
 her eyes... She wanted Kasha and she would have him.
 Whatever it took!

                          *

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
 encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
 good job editing my little story.

 (C) March 1998 ed. 05/10/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
 Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

                    MY STORY PAGE
        http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories/
                      = or =
         http://kristenstories.web1000.com/

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.  

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

                                         ~~~~~~~~
"You'll find that many of the things we hold to be true, are only 
that, from a certain point of view."

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+