Given that Kate had a near genius I. Q., was 5’7”, 115 pounds with long flaxen hair, even longer shapely legs, and a face reminiscent of Helen of Troy, it would be difficult to understand how her present situation was possible unless you knew one more thing about her. Kate had another, non-academic goal; to be an Olympian in her favorite sport, gymnastics.
Kate had been practicing tirelessly since she was seven. No weekend parties in high school but plenty of time spent in the gym developing her quickness, technique and stamina; no fun vacations during the summer but plenty of gymnastics camp sessions. While Kate had significant athletic ability she wasn’t a natural and had to make up for what she lacked in God-given talent with hard work. Things were made especially difficult when she had a growth spurt when 16 and went from having a classic female gymnast’s size and shape to the size and shape of a sexy woman, and at 21 she was now “old” for a gymnast.
While Kate went to bed bummed a good night’s sleep soothed her psyche and she woke up the next morning resolved to continue her quest. She was flying to the U. S. Olympic qualification meet early afternoon so she got in a nice five mile run, ate her normal breakfast of Greek yogurt, blueberries, and granola, and finished packing before getting a cab to the airport.
Despite her dedication to her sport Kate was not a favorite at the Olympic tryouts. She was ranked tenth in the country and hadn’t been in a meet with higher ranked opponents in six months. Although her flexibility and stamina were unmatched and negated the drawbacks of her non-typical body type and age she tended to get overly anxious before big meets, something even sessions with a sports psychologist weren’t able to remedy. However, what she now had going for her more than any other competitor was her attitude; she was going for broke. She had decided that if she didn’t make the Olympic team she was giving up the sport and concentrating on her studies.
Five participants and an alternate would be chosen based solely on their performance at the trials.
Girls and women Kate had faced off against many times in the past, plus a number of new rivals, awaited her when she arrived at the venue. Kate had always been well liked by other gymnasts but knew that friendships were out the window during Olympic trials and that the competition would be cutthroat.
Kate was on her game the first two days, able to put her most, but not all, of her anxiety behind her in the other apparatus aside from her specialty – the vault. She finished sixth overall so she would be the alternate, not an original team member.
While disappointed at least, Kate justified to herself, she would get the Olympic experience.
The buildup to the trip to London for the Olympics was exciting with all of the practice sessions, photo shoots, and press interviews. While always in the background because of her position on the team she did not go unnoticed since she was by far the most photogenic team member and often was featured in photos and videos even though she wasn’t interviewed extensively.
At the Olympic village Kate was an even bigger hit – not because she was looked upon as a favorite, like some competitors; rather she made several unofficial “hottest Olympians” lists. You couldn’t go on a website about Olympians without seeing Kate’s beautiful face and slinky body characterized as one of the ten, six, or in one case two, sexiest female Olympians.
Kate’s female teammates, and other female Olympians in the U. S. delegation, had great fun teasing Kate about it because she was so easily embarrassed and blushed at even the most indirect mention of the lists. The male Olympians from all countries had an entirely different reaction – pursuit!
Kate could not believe the attention she was getting from the male athletes at the Olympic Village. All she knew was that coming early to the Village, even if she was just an alternate, was her best move ever.
While Kate certainly wasn’t a virgin she hadn’t had the sexual experiences someone who was as phenomenally beautiful and sexy as she was would have had if she hadn’t spent most of her post-pubescent life training. It seemed that each guy in the Olympic Village was more fit and handsome than the last, and since the attitude in the Village was “fuck till you drop” as long as it didn’t interfere with your event she quickly made up her mind to take full advantage of it.
First there was the Australian swimmer; he was certainly a good fuck, but seemed too concerned with his pleasure and not enough with hers. Then there was the Italian volleyball player. He really knew how to move his dick around but for some reason her orgasm with him was muted. The French soccer player gave her a nice orgasm but was too full of himself outside of bed for her to want another session. Then came the sexual version of a gold medal match.
A Swedish javelin thrower with the very un-Swedish nickname of Blake came on strong to Kate her fourth day at the Village. He was 6’ 5”, probably 225 pounds that looked to be all muscle, blond hair, blue eyes, and an extraordinarily intriguing face – not movie star handsome but exceedingly cute, boyish, and masculine all at the same time. He spoke perfect English – probably because he had attended college and trained in America for years – and what he had to say bowled her over especially since it was said with the genuineness of a prayer and not the insincerity of a line.
“Hi Kate, my name’s Blake.”
“How did you know my name?”
“You’re kidding, right? Your face is plastered all over the Internet as one of the ‘hottest Olympians’ and when I’m not training I’m often surfing the net.”
“God, that’s so embarrassing.”
“No reason to be embarrassed; it just shows that those doing the rating have eyes – and good taste,” Blake continued, causing Kate to blush and look at the ground. “Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable; how about you let me buy you a smoothie at the canteen to make up for it.”
“They’re free to athletes, Blake,” Kate laughed.
“Then you won’t have to worry about bankrupting me when you get the most exotic one on the menu,” Blake shot back with dancing eyes.
Since Blake was a hunk-and-a-half Kate was not about to refuse.
When properly motivated the athletes at the Olympic Village don’t want to waste time – Blake and Kate were no exception. After a very pleasant hour long chat over smoothies where each found the other’s personality stimulating Blake was less than subtle when he said “I know how to enhance your performance; a nice Swedish massage.”
“Performance, huh,” Kate chortled. “I told you I’m an alternate so I’m not likely going to get to compete.”
“You have to make your teammates sharp by practicing with them, don’t you?” Blake smiled, “and besides, there’s more to ‘performance’ than athletics.”
Blake had his own room – explaining that his uncle was the head of the Swedish Olympic Committee – and actually did give Kate a massage. But once she was completely relaxed their encounter took another turn.
As Kate lay on her back on Blake’s bed as he finished the massage by kneading her right foot, despite how heavy her contented eyes felt Kate perked up when Blake quickly removed his shirt, dropped his pants, then lowered his briefs. Obviously Blake liked what he saw in her since his cock was sticking upright it was so hard, looking like a big inviting lollipop above two enormous gumdrops.
Blake didn’t need to say a word; he let his prick hypnotize Kate causing her to very deliberately sit up while staring at his manhood and reach to caress both of his testicles as she moved her mouth over his helmet.
As Kate enthusiastically tongued Blake’s cock while manipulating his balls Blake so deftly removed her clothing that she almost didn’t notice that she was naked until she had to temporarily interrupt her slurping as Blake simultaneously pulled her bra and T-shirt over her head. When she tried to continue her mouth play Blake apparently had other ideas as he effortlessly lifted her above his bed and put her on her hands and knees.
By this time Kate’s pussy was dripping wet but she was surprised by Blake’s almost complete lack of foreplay. He simply manipulated his steel hard dick over her pussy lips three or four times and then buried himself balls deep in one thrust.
However what Blake lacked in foreplay he made up for first with thoughtfulness and then with passion.
Blake very slowly and purposefully alternated rotating his dick around in Kate’s tight channel, and then pulling out all the way to the tip before pushing back in. After a few minutes of this leisurely stimulating activity Kate thought she heard a noise like an end-table drawer opening but couldn’t be sure because she was already well on her way to sexual nirvana. She became convinced she had heard that noise, however, when she felt Blake rubbing a gel over her anus.
As Blake continued pleasuring Kate’s cunt with his tool the gentle rubbing of her anus was followed by tender penetration with one, then two, lubricated fingers. Never having had her anus played with before at first Kate was uncomfortable and tried to move one of her hands to stop the invasion of her anus. However when she did that she lost her balance as Blake pushed his cock to the end of her love canal.