Sasha skated out on the ice and began her warm up laps. She was wearing a bright red short skirt and tights and a white sweater top that showed her small little tits that were just beginning to bud. She had a small little smile on her face as she skated around the rink. She needed to get the feel of the ice and to finish warming up her legs. Her shiny chrome blades reflected the light as she skated. She knew she looked good and her mind was on the coach. She flew over the ice as she built up speed and when she saw her coach step out on the ice she flipped her skates sideways and slide to a halt right next to him, her skates spewing up a shower of ice.
"Hey, girl. You're sure frisky this morning." Carl, her coach, smiled down on the petite young girl and was rewarded with one of Sasha's beautiful smiles.
"Oh, I just feel good. Want to get warmed up and try my routine." With a quick wave and a smile over her shoulder she skated away, her little skirt flipping up over her adorable ass as she went.
She spent most of her day here as she trained to become a world class skater. It was her dream to be in the Olympics and she was sacrificing most of her childhood for this dream. She was 12 years old, only about 4 feet 6 inches tall but she had talent. Her hair was black, pulled up in a pony tail, and she had the biggest gray eyes that would stare into your soul if you let them. She was beautiful and could get this look on her face when Carl was trying to explain something to her. Her face could be a perfect mask and he had no idea if she was listening or even planning on doing what he asked. She drove him nuts. With the promise of maybe being an Olympic and World Class skater he put up with her and did all he could to bring out the talent he knew was there.
Of course, he was nuts about her. He loved young girls and when she was on the ice his eyes followed her every move as her body was so desirable to him. If he only knew what she was thinking. Sasha spent so much time training, practicing, going to school and studying and trying to keep up with everything she had to do it left very little time for friends or boys. She was just beginning to feel hormones in her body and wasn't really sure what it was all about. She couldn't talk to her mom as she was always working. Her parents worked hard to keep the money coming so Sasha could have a good coach and plenty of practice time at the rink. Her aunt did a lot of the driving back and forth to help out.
Sasha had developed a big crush on her coach. Carl was handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes and she fantasized that somehow he would be interested in a young girl like herself. He had been a great skater when he was younger. Unfortunately he had fallen on a big jump and careened into the boards breaking his ankle and pulling and tearing some muscles. By the time he was back in skating form, the world had moved on and he never made it to the Olympics. He opened this rink and school as he loved skating so much. He also loved the young girls and what better way to have them around all the time than to become a coach.
Many nights Sasha would be so crazy for his attention and so hot for something she didn't even understand she had trouble falling asleep. Then one night in bed, rubbing at that twitching place between her legs, she discovered her clit. When she first touched it she felt this wonderful feeling flow through her body. She didn't know what it was but had to get more. She lay on her back in bed, her legs spread and her knees up as she worked her busy fingers between her naked pussy lips to see if she could find that spot again.
When her fingers finally found that one spot that made her gasp she could only rub it to make it feel better. She lay there moaning softly to her self and was picturing her coach as he touched her to make her leg straighter or her back bend more in a spin. As she felt his hands again she rubbed harder. She was breathing faster and she closed her eyes and pictured her Coach's face as she rubbed her clit to her very first orgasm. It rolled over her body and had her quivering and moaning as it was so intense and felt so good.
When it was over she was limp with relief and that began her only satisfaction in her busy life. Masturbation. Every night that was her reward for working so hard and for falling, getting up, being bruised and trying the jump again. There had to be some pleasure in her life and this was it.
Her body was perfect for a skater. She was slim but very strong. Her legs were perfect from all the training and skating. When she flipped around in her short skirts and her ass was exposed, just a small piece of fabric covered her crotch. Carl would groan inside as she was so desirable. He did love the young girls and admired their young bodies. He always told them how great they were and his rink was full of cute little girls of all ages. He had group classes for the beginners and instructors to help. When he spotted a girl with real talent he took over the coaching himself.
He also had a pairs team. A brother and sister team that were very popular with any audience they skated for. The Taylors. They had that fresh, wholesome look that Americans loved. They were blondes with nice tans and green eyes. They were perfectly suited to skate together and looked a lot alike for brother and sister but he was bigger. He was strong and she was slim and smaller so he could lift her with ease. Skating as a pair his hands were all over her. Carl would watch them at practice and often wondered what was in their heads. He saw the looks they exchanged and the way his hand would linger on her skin. She was Tiffany and he was Thomas. He smiled to himself and thought there was more going on between them than one could see.
At night, Carl would review the progress of the day and when in bed would conjure up a particular girl that had done something that day to really make him horny. He would keep that vision in his head as he pictured the little ass crease showing under the tights and the small piece of fabric covering the crotch. Then his cock would jump to life. Every night he would lie on his bed and jack off his cock thinking of one of his girls.
After he started working with Sasha it was always her. Those solemn eyes staring into his would start his heart beating faster. His eyes soaking up every move she made and every little curve of her young body made his cock jerk. He would have to fight his body to keep from having a giant erection right in front of her. Many times he would have to put his hands on her body to show her how he wanted her to turn or to make her leg straighter. A coach often had to do a lot of touching and this just made him want her more. Her skin was soft and young and once, when she started to fall, he caught her with one hand on her upper thigh and the other happened to close over a young breast. He could almost feel the heat from her pussy but of course it was all in his mind.
Carl began to concentrate more on Sasha and his pairs team. He started them entering Sectionals and Regionals for their age group. Carl had a good business going and once a year would have a skating show for the children to let their parents see their progress. He always had a theme and had costumes that reflected that but what was most important was the thrill it gave to the skaters. Wearing a pretty skating costume and doing a routine to the right music gave them confidence. He needed to keep the parents interested in supporting their child's talent. Because both parents worked, many times he would take a skater to a local competition himself. He had just such a competition coming up and he wanted Sasha and the pairs team to do well. They needed to be seen by judges and other skaters. He had to see how they did against the competition, how well they did under pressure.
As he watched Sasha do her program his mind wandered back to some of the other skaters he had trained. They were young and eager to please and always easy to seduce. He was like a God to them as his opinion of their skating meant everything. If he really liked a girl she had a chance at the big time. It didn't take long for them to figure out that there was more than one way to make the coach like them. He had girls coming on to him in their young innocent way, trying to suggest that they would do anything for him. And they did. He would take them into his private office and to prove how hard they wanted to enter a competition he would have them give him a blow job. That was the test. If they would do that willingly then he would spend a lot of time helping them to get better. He only did this with the good skaters and he wanted winners to make his skating school look good.
As they got a little older he coaxed them into having sex with him. Popping a cherry on a young girl that would do anything to please him was heaven. He would lick at their young bodies, sucking on young naked pussies and tongue fucking to get them good and ready. When they had several orgasms and were nice and wet he would take them. Some times he had to use KY jelly that he kept on hand but he would fuck them, and have them begging for more. Life was good and his business was very profitable. For a little girl lover he was in heaven. All those little girls to choose from and pluck like ripe fruit from a tree.
Then Sasha came into his life. She was already very talented. She had arrived in his rink when the family moved from another city. He was thrilled to have her and began working hard with her. He convinced her parents that with the right guidance and training she could be an Olympic star someday. So the hard work began and he got to spend more and more time with her. And he loved it. And so did she.
One day, just before the competition, she was having trouble concentrating. "Sasha! What is wrong with you? You aren't skating with the music. Where is your mind?"
She couldn't answer as her mind was on him. All she could think about was having him touch her, kiss her, maybe even do more but she wasn't exactly sure what it was he would do. She had her fantasies at night and somehow they spilled out into the real world. She would look at her coach and try to imagine what sex was all about and how it would feel to be with a man. She didn't know any boys her age that made her have such thoughts. She was too busy so Carl became her focus. He became her fantasy partner and she wasn't even really sure what he would do or how it would feel but she could dream.
"I'm sorry, Coach. I know I'm not concentrating. Lets start again." She was looking up at him with those big gray eyes and he almost had a giant erection standing on the spot.
Her aunt came in the rink ready to drive her home. The rink was fairly deserted as most of the skaters had left. "How much longer will you be, Sasha? I have a meeting later and I can't miss it."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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