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Subject: {ASSM} 'Audry' Chapter 3 - The Competitor by The Star
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						Audry
				Chapter 3 - The Competitor
				A Tale of Romance by The Star*




Audry was horny.

So she gently sucked my sleeping cock into her mouth, trying to bring it to 
life, without waking me.  Once she succeeded, she gleefully swung a leg over 
my hips, plugged it in, and sat on it.  Then she just stayed there, 
manipulating me with her talented internal muscles.  Soon it was too much 
for both of us and I started moving my hips and she started bucking against 
me--her orgasm caught her by surprise and she flailed out of control, 
screaming in joy.

The scream brought me out of the very pleasant dream I was having and into a 
more pleasant reality, just in time to enjoy my own orgasm, splashing my 
seed into Audry's greedy womb.

"Baby!  You sure know how to get a guy's attention!"

Audry just smiled, a lazy, contented smile.  "Of course.  I'm a woman!" she 
murmured as she lay on me, still plugged in.

It was still a bit early to get up.  And, as high as we were, it would be 
really cold until the sun came up.

We were camped well above 6,000 feet, in a beautiful alpine meadow, with a 
pretty little lake of snow-water and a carpet of wildflowers--except where 
the horses had eaten them.  It was a spot we loved, and tried to return to 
at least once every summer.  We could only stay one night, without risking 
damage to the foliage.  There wasn't a lot of firewood, either.  We packed 
ours up from lower elevations.

But the beauty of the place made it worth the effort.  And it turned Audry 
on, which made it worth the effort...

Even the horses seemed exhilarated by the trip.  They were eager to go as 
soon as we threw the western saddles on them, instead of the English rigs 
they normally wore when we worked them.

Although we live and train in Oregon, on the family ranch, Audry and I are, 
without false modesty, world-class riders in equestrian events.  Audry is a 
little better at dressage and arena jumping.  I'm better at the 3-day event. 
  And I have to confess that Audry's horse, Shannon, is a bit better at the 
arena events than Sam, my mount.  But Sam is the best horse in the world for 
the 3-day.  Big, well-proportioned, with incredible stamina and an eager 
attitude, he's perfect.

So's Audry.  Slim, elegant, elfin, yet generously rounded female, she's 
always been the only woman for me.  In fact, I think I've only ever had two 
dates with other women before we got married.


This was an Olympic year, so nationals came early.  Our horses were trained. 
  We were trained.  It was time for a break.

Just as human athletes need to take a couple days off from training once in 
a while, so do horses.  This trip was as much for them as for us.  We were 
riding our Olympic mounts, Samarkand and Shannon.


I finally had to relieve the bladder pressure and gently rolled Audry off 
me.  Fumbling into a shirt and pants, I stuck my feet into my moccasins and 
opened the tent.  A blast of frigid air blew away any sleep remaining in me.
My business done, I got the breakfast fire going and put water on to boil.  
Breakfast would be simple: Instant coffee and instant oatmeal.  We'd have a 
light lunch on the trail and a big dinner back at grandma's house.


On our way back, we stopped atop a ridge overlooking the ranch in one 
direction, and a lovely little park, with a spring and creek running through 
it on the other side.  It had been a year since we'd been there.  I wanted 
to check something.

Dropping the reins--Sam knew to stay put--I walked along the ridge to the 
knob at the end of it.  Approaching carefully, to avoid leaving tracks, I 
carefully looked it over.  Eventually, I spied a few old bones and, caught 
in a juniper bush, a scrap of denim.  A rusted rifle lay half under a 
weathered log.  On the way up the ridge, I'd seen the skull of a horse and a 
bit of old saddle, off the trail, among the junipers.  No one, it seemed, 
had been there since a would-be ambusher had tried his luck with me and lost 
the argument.

Schwartz's disappearance over a year ago hadn't even made a ripple.  His 
family was already in disgrace and no one cared about a discredited 
'champion' whose victory had been stripped from him, after _Sports 
Illustrated_ exposed the corruption and bribery that had bought his first 
place finish.

Equestrian events aren't even a professional sport in most of the world, 
though competing at our level is not an inexpensive hobby.  His family and 
two others had tried to buy respectability and enter the world of high 
society by taking short cuts.  We were members of that world, on the rare 
occasions we wanted to be, through mom's relatives.  What these people 
hadn't understood was the society they wanted to enter could easily have 
been theirs, had they displayed a little class and just been solid people, 
with integrity.  Money or family doesn't matter all that much.


					~~  * * * * *  ~~


Nationals went about like we expected.  Audry won both dressage and arena 
jumping events.  I was third in both--I'd expected second on the hurdles, 
but another rider just managed to beat us out when Sam clipped a fence.  If 
a horse can be embarrassed, Sam was.  He'd been lazy on that fence.

We won the 3-day handily, literally running away from the field.

We'd be going to the Olympics.


The Games would be in Vienna.  Audry and I looked forward to some quality 
sightseeing in the historic old city. Mom arranged for us all to fly to 
Austria.  She had a friend in a company that leased aircraft all over the 
world.  They also took on many contracts for flying work, from giant jets, 
to aerial spraying of pests using helicopters.

A 747 cargo plane was being ferried to Germany.  We could move ourselves and 
the horses on it.  The return flight was a similar arrangement, but 
different aircraft.

The flight was long and boring, but surprisingly comfortable.  They'd put in 
some first class seats for us upstairs behind the cockpit, and we brought 
our own food and entertainment--no in-flight movies!  With sandwiches and 
trail mix, and a cooler of soda and wine, we managed just fine.  A new Dick 
Frances novel kept the boredom away, until I fell asleep.

Customs in Austria was a breeze.  The horses behaved well--they wanted off 
the plane and knew they'd get off sooner if they were good about it.  Before 
we knew it, we had them in the stables we'd arranged and we were all in a 
small inn, eating good Austrian food and drinking the excellent local wine 
and beer.  The jet lag would get us soon.

We'd arrived more than three weeks before the start of the Olympics, not 
knowing how 'jet lag' would effect the horses.  Of course, it's always 
better if the athlete knows the venue before he competes in it, too.


The next day, our hosts took us to the site of the equestrian events, 
outside of Vienna itself.  The facility was lovely.  The arena was large and 
covered.  That would limit the crowds, as the stands would only hold about 
4,000 people, normally.  The Olympic committee had made some temporary 
changes, and increased the seating to 10,000.  But that was still limited.

The outdoor events, especially the 3-day, would be in the immediate area.  
The committee was just putting the finishing touches on the cross-country 
course.
We were given written instructions about stabling our horses and storing our 
equipment.  Security would be as foolproof as they could make it--a nice 
thing, we agreed--and would include horses and equipment.

The cross-country course would be available for practice starting the 
following Saturday.  Sam and I would be there.  Meanwhile, we could practice 
arena events, under mom's critical eye, at the stable we were using.


The opening ceremonies were awesome!

As athletes, herded in with the rest of the US contingent, we didn't get to 
see most of the panoply.  But marching into the big stadium, hearing the 
crowd, and seeing the other athletes was a 'lifetime event'.  Audry clutched 
my hand the whole time, like I'd be lost forever if she couldn't hang on.  
We waved to the crowd and to the TV cameras.  And to grandma and our 
parents, seated in a special section of the stadium.  We were both grinning 
like maniacs.

We'd seriously considered staying at the inn outside town.  But Audry wanted 
to savor all she could of the Olympic experience, so we stayed in the 
'village'.  This was a bunch of college dormitories.  Initially, they'd 
wanted to put Audry with 'women' and me in a 'men's' facility.  We just said 
we'd move back to the stables first.  Eventually reason prevailed and we 
were given a room of our own.  It was just like my room in the fraternity 
house, only smaller.  We didn't care.  The interaction with other athletes, 
from all kinds of sports, made it fun and interesting.  There were athletes 
competing in events we'd never even heard of!  What is 'field hockey'?  Or 
'team handball'?  By the same token, many of them had never heard of '3-day 
event'.  'You do it with horses?  What does the horse do?'  And a frequent 
question was, 'What in hell is dressage?'

It was fun.


The horses seemed to enjoy exploring their new surroundings as much as we 
did.  Shannon didn't like the arena very much, but he behaved like the 
aristocrat he is and put it beneath him.

Sam didn't care.  He used the 'bigger hammer' approach anyway.  His strength 
and stamina were up to any challenge.  He seemed to enjoy the new country, 
but didn't concern himself with the details.  We ate up the cross-country 
course in practice.  My only concern was to keep him in hand for the arena 
events.
Mom was ticked off--at the horse!  She actually got eye-to-eye with him and 
yelled at him to pay attention to what he was doing.  He'd clear all the 
hurdles in the practice arena--with a yard or more to spare.  He seemed to 
be looking around while he was doing it.  The damn horse was enjoying 
himself and not concerned about the task at hand.

Audry was just a bit discontented, herself.  The beds in our room were 
narrow college bunks.  Too narrow for us to sleep together, as we normally 
did.  We'd pushed them together, and even borrowed a big feather comforter 
from the inn where the family was staying.  The space between the beds was a 
barrier to our normal sleep pattern, snuggled together.

Our landlord and innkeeper mentioned that several of his customers often 
took overnight trips on horseback.  Audry and I looked at each other and 
grinned.  Mom and dad grinned too.  Aunt Elin smiled serenely, until Uncle 
Rick caught on.  Grandma just said, "I'll set it up."

Early the next morning, we were all in the saddle--western rigs, except mom, 
who rides English to work cows.  We even had rifles in our scabbards.  This 
was just force of habit, and we didn't expect to need them.  In fact, we 
were amazed at how easily we got the rifles through Austrian customs.  Of 
course they knew we were competing in the Olympics.  We told them we'd been 
asked to bring American cowboy gear, and that was part of it.

We did attract some stares from the local people.  They were used to horses 
and riders at all hours.  But not to American cowboys riding in their 
country lanes.  We were in western boots, jeans, flannel shirts, Levi 
jackets and Stetson hats.  And the western saddles were unmistakable.  Dad 
and Uncle Rick even carried lariats.

What we did not carry was saddlebags or bedrolls.  Our host and his wife 
accompanied us and had arranged for a comfortable camp to be set up before 
we arrived at our overnight stop...  Including food far better than I've had 
in many restaurants.  We have a bit to learn from the Austrians about life 
on the trail!

That night, Audry and I made love in a tent, in a comfortable bed.  Her 
breasts were delicious and her mouth was sweet.  We joined in harmony, rose 
to ecstasy and down again, like gentle swells on the sea.

When we returned to the stables the next afternoon, Audry and I--and our 
horses--were relaxed and 'mellowed out.'

The dressage event was held on two consecutive days.  The first day was 
qualifying for the finals.  The top twenty riders would compete for the 
medals.  Audry and I both made the cut easily.

Very elegant, Audry was easily among the favorites.  If one had to choose, 
you might say she was a tiny bit better at jumping than dressage.  But it 
was a tough choice.

When it was over, Audry was second and I was fourth.  The winner was a 
captain in the Argentine army: A very correct man, who never seemed to 
smile--I guess he had a lot of German in his blood.

Still, Audry's silver medal was not to be despised.  And I was really 
pleased with fourth.  Sam just doesn't like dressage.

In our day off before the jumping event, we gave the horses a light workout 
and a lot of attention.  Then we were off to the village, to relax with the 
other athletes.


At the McDonald's, we met a very attractive blonde runner from Finland, 
Sonja Djorda.  She had the porcelain complexion of the Nordic blonde, and a 
face and figure that would be a sensation on any magazine cover--if not a 
centerfold in Playboy!

For whatever reason, she attached herself to us.  To me, especially.  Dunno 
why.  Audry and I are obviously a pair.  We both wore our rings... Still, 
Sonja hung out with us and came on to me outrageously.

At first, we were amused.  Then, Sonja started, just a little bit, to get to 
me.  She was a really incredible package.  Audry's amusement quickly faded, 
as she saw me start to respond...

We'd both qualified for the finals in jumping and were looking forward to 
it.  I'd told Audry I thought I could beat her this time.  And I'd do my 
best to do it--though I knew that this was her event, and Shannon's 
strongest event, too.
I rode in the middle of the field.  We'd had a chance to practice the course 
in the morning.  Sam was in good shape and I was confident.  When I heard, 
"From the United States, riding Samarkand, Rob Steele..." we entered the 
arena.
We circled the arena once; stopped and made our manners to the judges; then 
started.  Sam was nearly perfect.  He was a bit high on a couple of jumps, 
costing a tiny bit of time.  But his form was the best it's ever been.  We 
finished clean, with a very good time, and excellent marks.  In the saddling 
area, I rubbed Sam and told him how wonderful he was.

Audry did even better.  Shannon beat Sam on form--and Audry is so elegant in 
a saddle...

Going into the second round, Audry was first, I was second, and the 
Argentine captain was third.  An English rider, more known for his polo than 
jumping was a distant fourth.

The second time through, Sam gave me a clean ride in good time.  But his 
heart just wasn't in it.  Audry rode away from us.  Still, I managed to beat 
the Argentine by a narrow margin for the silver.  A family one-two was an 
event to be remembered.  We were certainly a one-day sensation for the 
network coverage.  (And, without knowing it was coming, we made the cover of 
_Newsweek_.)

One night for celebration in the village, then we moved back to the inn.  
Sam and I needed some rest and concentration on the upcoming task of the 
3-day.  We were the only horse and rider combination to compete in 
individual dressage and jumping, as well as the individual 3-day event.

To her surprise, Audry was asked if she thought Shannon was fit to compete 
in the team 3-day.  She and mom 'talked' to Shannon and said they'd try.  It 
was a lot to ask of him, and he hadn't competed in the cross-country--'speed 
and endurance'--events for almost two years.  But Shannon seemed full of 
himself, and not at all worn from the trying days they'd already gone 
through.  Audry said she'd try, but didn't want to cheat another rider out 
of his chance.  After all, she already had two medals.


The team event started three days before the individual 3-day.  The first 
day was dressage, followed by the speed and endurance day, climaxing with 
jumping.
Audry won the dressage event, as expected.  We were concerned with Shannon's 
endurance.  He hadn't trained for this, though he loved long rides.  Audry 
would make him take it easy and canter the course.  She wanted to be sure he 
had enough left for the jumping on the final day.

The US team did well in the team 3-day.  Led by Audry and Shannon, they 
ended up third.  Audry had a sweep--gold, silver and bronze! Audry gave me a 
bit of a bad time about "keeping her out of the 3-day because I couldn't 
stand the competition."  Then she made gentle love to me, and, when I was 
asleep, went out to celebrate the medal with the other equestrians who 
didn't have to compete the next day.

Going into the jumping day, in the individual 3-day event, Sam and I were in 
the lead, but not by much.  He'd 'torn up' the outdoor course.  But an 
English lady--a member of the royal family--and a German were close behind.  
Sam needed to have a good day in the arena.

I awakened, long before I was rested, to the familiar sensation of a warm 
mouth around my cock.  In the dim light from the street, I could see blonde 
hair...but it was cut short!  This wasn't Audry!

Jerking upright, I dislodged my prick from the mouth.  I turned on the lamp 
and saw the smiling face of Sonja.

"What the HELL are you doing?" I yelled at her.

"Making you feel good," she answered, with a smile.

"Well, get the hell out of here!"

"Now, Rob.  I went to all this trouble to make sure your girlfriend is out 
celebrating.  Don't you share each other?"

"No.  And I have to compete tomorrow.  Now, get out of here, so I can 
sleep."
Pouting, Sonja dressed and left.  I made sure the door was locked when she 
did.
But sleep just wouldn't come.  About two in the morning, Audry cautiously 
let herself in the room and was surprised to see me awake.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she asked.  "Do you want me to get you a pill?"

"Yeah.  Melatonin might help me relax.  That crazy Sonja snuck in here--we 
must have forgotten to lock the door--and wanted to make wild passionate 
love.  I haven't been able to get back to sleep."

Feeding me a milligram of melatonin and taking off her clothes, Audry said, 
"Well, forget her.  I'll cuddle you until you relax.  Sleep, darling."

I love that girl.  She stuck a nipple in my mouth and soon had me 
comfortable and relaxed--and asleep before I knew it.


The sunshine on my face woke me.  Audry wouldn't let me be jolted awake by 
an alarm.  When it was time, she opened the curtains and the window.  The 
sunshine and fresh air did the job.  "Time for breakfast, Rob," she told me. 
  "I'll be in the crowd today, watching my favorite cousin win his own gold 
medal."

Audry was pretty tired.  But she put out as much energy as she could, to get 
me up and going, in the right frame of mind.

She made sure I had a good breakfast, then got me down to the stables, where 
Sam was glad to see us.  Dad and Uncle Rick had been our 'grooms' during the 
games, so we knew Sam and Shannon would get the best care possible.  And mom 
had forgotten more about the care and training of jumping horses than all of 
the rest of us ever knew.

Just as I was finishing my own check of Sam's feet, and feeling his legs for 
knots or hot spots, mom showed up.  Grinning, she said, "Well, kids, Audry's 
got her medals.  You think we can bring a second gold home, Rob?"

Audry and I grinned back.  "You betcha, mom!" "Certainly!" we chorused.

"Well, get out of here and get dressed.  Go walk the arena, first.  The 
jumps are slightly different.  They moved number two and number seven, 
because the takeoff spots were getting too torn up.  Don't let Sam think he 
knows it all today.  Make him think it's a new event.  He did great 
yesterday, but he tends to get complacent when he thinks he knows a jump 
course."

"OK, mom.  I'll do it."

"Good.  Now get out of here.  Sam will be ready to go when it's time.  I'll 
personally make sure your tack is OK.  You just show up in a couple of hours 
and climb on.  Got it?"

"Yes, mother..."

She grinned at me.  "Get out of here!"


Audry and I wandered around the venue--and suffered through two impromptu TV 
interviews.  It wasn't too bad, though.  Our sport didn't usually get much 
attention.  A husband-wife team winning multiple medals, in a sport with no 
gender distinction and where we competed directly against each other, made 
us news, in a low-key way.

It was all right.  It kept me occupied and not fretting about my 
performance.


I had been the favorite for the gold, going into the competition.  So I 
carried the number 1, pinned to the back of my 'pink' jacket.  I climbed 
aboard Sam, with dad's help up.  Damn, he's big!  Then I took him for a 
short canter around the warm-up ring, and over a couple of easy jumps.  We 
were playing, just getting the kinks out.  After another canter, he gave a 
blow, and shook his head, as if getting rid of flies.  Sam was just saying, 
"OK.  I'm loose and ready.  Let's go!"

As always, mom's timing was perfect.  Just as we were ready, we were 
announced.
Sam cantered into the ring, really full of himself.  I was pretty full of 
myself, too--but it was from pride in my horse and my remarkable family.

Bowing to the judges, we cantered to the start.  Given the signal to go, I 
gave Sam a little nudge, and he was off.  I kept him in hand, like on a new 
course, so he'd pay attention.  Mom was right.  He made the run of his life. 
  From his back, it felt perfect.  He wasn't too high over any of the jumps 
and cantered quickly to the next.  His form felt great, too.

When we finished the round, the crowd was on its feet, cheering.  I've seen 
enthusiastic applause at these events, but never anything like that!  In the 
end, our time was two seconds ahead of the nearest competitor, the Brit 
princess.  And we were way ahead on what I call 'style points', borrowing 
from figure skating.

Sam wasn't even tired!  At that point, most horses were really drooping.  
Oh, he'd welcome a good roll, but he was still full of it.  What an egotist! 
  I'm sure the crazy horse had more fun at the Olympics than I did.

When we rode out of the arena, Audry leaped up and kissed me madly, as soon 
as I dismounted.  Mother did, too--that was a first.  And grandma and Aunt 
Elin lined up for their turns.

I think I was prouder, at that moment, with the family around, full of their 
love and congratulations for what I'd done for all of us, than I was when I 
stood on the podium, listening to the national anthem as the stars and 
stripes were raised.


We'd done what we'd come to do.  No, we hadn't won every event.  But we'd 
each won one.  And had some other medals, too, which wasn't bad, by any 
measure.  We'd both done better than mom, in her Olympics, though beating 
her wasn't our goal.

Audry and I were two-day celebrities.  We even made the front of the 
Wheaties box.  Really, we were glad to be able to create some favorable 
publicity for our sport, after the scandals of a couple of years ago.  And 
we were able to show that you didn't have to have scads of money to compete.


On the business side, when some of our competitors discovered that Samarkand 
and Shannon were stallions, we received a lot of interest in stud service.  
Both horses made us a tidy income over the next several years.  Their colts 
did OK, too.


Audry and I decided it was time for us to go into production, also.  When 
she thought she was in a fertile time, she was especially seductive.  Her 
elfin wiles gave me no recourse, but to plunge into her hot core, pumping 
her greedy womb full of life.  She enjoyed egging us both on with comments 
about how I might be planting our child in her right then.  And how she 
wanted everything I could give her.

Then, when she was pregnant, her breasts grew even firmer and plumper, 
defying gravity, as her hips widened a bit--her marvelous body preparing 
itself for the birth process.  She was an incredibly attractive woman 
before.  Pregnant, she was also an incredibly sexy woman.  I couldn't keep 
my hands off her.

Naturally, she teased me unmercifully, until I did what she wanted, which 
usually involved hiking up her skirt, or sliding off her jeans and plunging 
my every-ready tool into her hot depths.  Something about pregnancy just 
made both of us really horny.

Grandma finally took off for a while.  Watching us behave like minks in heat 
was too much for her.  She visited an old widowed friend and screwed his 
brains out.  She came home with a big smile, walking very carefully.


My son was born the following August.  We named him Zackary.  He's a great 
kid.  Looks like Audry.

Mom already has a pony picked out for him.



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