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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
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, screaming
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
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
Katerina barely heard him over the crowd's acclaim, but
she knew he was congratulating her; she knew she had
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Her voice, as she screamed in orgasm, sounded superhuman.
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
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
embarrassment. 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.
Last ed. 05/10/00
© March 1998 Kristen Kathleen Becker
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