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The Literotica Olympics Day 03

By: mcfbridge



Day 2, The 4x100 Relay

Day 2 dawned and it was time for my second event. I was entered in the 4 man 100 yard relay race. Of course it wasn't really 4 man, it was 4 person. The rules for this race were unlike any other relay I'd ever heard of. They also sounded like a helluva lot more fun.

The rules were actually pretty simple. First of all the race would not be run on a track. Instead it would be run on a football field. Each team started at the goal line. The teams must have one man and one woman on the track at all times. When a team started running, the man would be standing vertically. The woman would be stretched out horizontally in front of him. Her legs would be wrapped around him and she would be supporting her upper body on her hands. The most important thing was that they must be "united" at all times. While the team is running, the man must be inside the woman. 

The race would begin with each team sending out one interlocked couple each. When a couple made it 100 yards and crossed the opposite goal line, the team must replace one member of the couple. The new pair may not cross the goal line and begin to run, until the man is firmly inside his teammate. When the team is connected, the pair will then proceed back to the original line. This will be repeated until all 4 possible team combinations have run. The first team to complete all 4 legs wins.

I was really looking forward to this event. First of all, I had hoped to win a medal the previous day. Frankly, my team had been doing very well, but we fell apart a little towards the end and finished out of the money. This event seemed like a great chance to pick up my first medal of the competition. Second, just being in this event had to be great fun. Win or lose, this was going to be a race to remember.

The team we had put together was myself, Tatelou, Honey123, and Lewdandlicentious. After we had all completed the first day's event and showered, we got together for a last minute training session. In all honesty, I don't really know if our training session helped prepare us for the race, but it was damned enjoyable. 

When our team came out for the event, we found that there were only 4 teams entered. So, all but one of the teams was guaranteed a medal. We decided that Lew and Tatelou would start. Honey would replace Lou for the second leg. I would replace Lew for the third one, and Lou would replace Honey for the anchor leg.

Obviously, this event had to be competed in the nude. As we removed our clothes, the officials reminded us that if a man came during the event and was unable to remain inside his partner, the team would be disqualified at that point. If more than one team didn't finish, then teams would be ranked by how far they made it. 

As Lew and Lou got into position, I took my first look at our competition. Each team had its own particulary strategy for the race. 

The team on our right was Cloudy, Minsue, Edward Teach, and Boxlicker. They had apparently decided to switch the men first. Ed and Cloudy were going to start. Box would go next, with Minsue replacing Cloudy for the third leg. Then Ed and Cloudy would finish the race.

To our left, was the team of Lauren Hynde, Crimson Maiden, Carl East, and Oggbashan. This team was using an order similar to ours. The ladies would switch first and the men second. Ogg and Lauren were going to start, with the Maiden taking the second leg. Carl would replace Ogg for the third leg, and he and Lauren would finish. The interesting thing about this team was that as they were warming up, the girls had both men deep in their mouths. Lauren was deepthroating Ogg for all she was worth, and Crimson's tongue was working all over Carl. Apparently, they felt that having the guys as hard as possible would prevent accidental, uhh, "uncouplings". Lew and I both admired that strategy. However, neither of us honestly thought that we would last two laps after that treatment from Honey and Lou.

The final team was farther to our left. They were Svenskaflicka, Rumple Foreskin, Remec, and Colleen Thomas. Like team two, they were going to switch men first. Rumple and Colleen would start. Remac would go on leg 2. Then Svenska would begin leg 3, with Rumple coming back for the anchor leg. This team was the most interesting. There appeared to be some difference of opinion on some part of their strategy. Svenska and Colleen in particular seemed to be having a very animated discussion. Colleen seemed unsure of something Svenska was suggesting, but Svenska appeared to be insisting and Colleen finally gave in to whatever it was. The guys didn't seem too concerned about it, but they were both smiling when they saw Svenska win the arguement. After that Svenska handed something to both guys, but I couldn't tell what it was.

At that point I had to stop looking around, because the starter was calling teams to the line. Lew was already inside Lou and they were making their way over. Lou apparently was already so wet, that they hadn't had any trouble getting ready. Also, with the length of Lew's racing equipment, we certainly weren't worried about accidents on the course. Lew and Lou were joined by the other 3 teams. When all the couples were in position, the starter made his call and the gun went off.

As the gun sounded, I took one last look around at the other teams. It was then that I realized what team 4's strategy had been. Svenskaflicka had been passing lubricant to both men and I could see that good old Rumple was firmly up Colleen's ass. Apparently, Svenska had felt that using that tighter opening would insure that their guys didn't slip out during the race. From the look on Colleen's face as they started, you might say that she didn't appear completely comfortable with that decision. 

All four teams crossed the line and began the journey towards the other side. As it turned out, our little practicing sessions had done some good. The ladies on the other teams were having a little trouble balancing on their hands. They would slip a little and guys would have to hold their weight. From the practicing, Lou was moving pretty well, and after 20 yards or so, she and Lew were already clearly in front.

As the teams headed across the field, they were of course moving farther and farther from me. After about 50 yards, it became a little more difficult to see the race clearly, but our team seemed to be maintaining its lead. Across the field I could see Honey jumping up and down and cheering our first couple on. Let me tell you that watching that lady jump like that in the nude, is a very inspiring sight.

The teams were well into the second half of their leg, and by now the other couples seemed to be well into their rhythms. Ogg and Lauren were interesting to watch. Lauren had an unusual gait to her movement. From the viewer's standpoint, her ass moved in some very fascinating ways as she moved on her hands. The other thing it appeared to do was move her forwards and back a bit as they walked. This meant that Ogg would be pulled out of her a little at one point, then thrust way back in with the next step. Lauren seemed to shudder a little every time Ogg plowed back into her. I didn't know if they would win, but the two of them certainly seemed to be enjoying the contest. 

As the teams got near the other side, I saw Honey stop jumping and put one of her hands between her legs. Even from 100 yards away, I could see that she was beginning to work her clit. I didn't have to see her hand, I could tell from the look on her face what she was doing. That girl wanted to win. She was going to make sure that she was ready for Lew the moment he got there.

Lew and Lou crossed the line a good 5 yards ahead of anyone else. With Honey's preparation, the switch went very smoothly. Lou dropped off of Lew the moment they crossed the line. Honey was bent over waiting and Lew slid right up her pussy. In almost no time at all, our team was headed back towards me.

Ed and Cloudy crossed the line next. Ed pulled out of Cloudy. The young Indian girl quickly turned around and waited for Box to mount her. When Box was in her box, so to speak, the couple took off after our team.

The last two teams were basically tied as they crossed the line. Rumple vacated Colleen's rear entry and Remac quickly replaced him. It was obvious that Colleen had adjusted well to the team's strategy. The look on her face as that second cock went up her butt was anything but uncomfortable. In fact, from the way she was licking her lips, I wasn't sure how well she would be able to concentrate on the race.

As Colleen was getting her second rider settled, Lauren and Crimson were also changing. From the look on Ogg's face as he got himself into Crimson, I wondered if the oral preparations were starting to take their toll. The man looked like he was struggling a little as he and Crimson began their leg.

The first slight accident occured on the second leg. I couldn't tell what happened exactly, but it looked like Cloudy's hand hit a wet spot in the field. Whatever it was, Cloudy's hand slipped completely from under her and the poor gal fell down into the turf. The fall dislodged Box, as he stumbled and fell right onto his partner. The two of them managed to get back up, but by the time Box had Cloudy got back into position and he managed to thrust himself back into her, they were about 15 yards behind everyone else. Cloudy looked so disappointed that I really felt sorry for her, but as Box got himself into her again, the look of disappointment quickly faded from her pretty face.

The rest of that lap was relatively uneventful. Honey and Lew had maintained their slight lead as they crossed the line. As soon as he was over the chalk, Lew pulled out of Honey and moved off. Honey turned around to face back towards the field. As soon as she was ready, I moved behind that trim little butt. After watching the first two laps I was so hard that starting was no trouble at all. I slid myself into Honey's hot crotch and we began our trek across the field. 

Colleen and Remac had moved well into second. Just as Honey and I crossed the line I looked back and saw Remac quickly mounting Svenska. Svenska is a very pretty Swedish girl with a rather lusciously curved body. I also could see why she had come up with their team's strategy. As soon as Remac was behind her, she had slammed her nice round ass right into him. I could tell by the look on her face as Mac's member slid up her anal tract, that she really enjoyed having that thing in there.

After that, I was really too occupied to look back much. A later glance told me that Carl was now riding Crimson Maiden. The team was moving pretty well, but they had dropped back well into third place.

With our team still in the lead, I tried to just concentrate on our race. It actually was very difficult to focus on the finish line, when my cock was tucked into Honey's sweet little honeypot. It was so warm and tight in their that the wonderful feeling made it very difficult to think about running. I tried to do anything to focus my attention away from my dick.

About halfway across I did take another look back. The last team, Minsue and Box had begun their third leg. The gosling was moving very well, but they were still a good 25 yards back. That team was going to have a very hard time making up the distance that one little slip had cost them.

As Honey had I continued our run, I could feel another team gaining. To our far left, Svenska and Remac were pulling even with us. Honey and I tried to pick up our pace, but we just couldn't really go any faster. As Svenska and Mac pulled past us, I saw my hopes of winning fade away. Of course, with Honey still wrapped tightly around my cock, I couldn't really be very disappointed.

Then, as we were about 20 yards away from the finish line, everything changed. Svenska slipped and went down flat onto her stomach. Remac couldn't stop and he went down right on top of her. The fall thrust him completely into Svenska's anus. I could see the Swedish girl's entire body shudder as that cock was jammed all the way into her tight ass. A moment later, it was too much for poor Remac. That tight hole was just way too good. The guy just wrapped his arms around Svenska and began thrusting like crazy. As he came into Svenska's ass, Honey and I moved past them. I could see Svenska's face as I went by. I thought the young blonde would be really angry about what had happened, but at the moment she was smiling from ear to ear and just thrusting back at Remac as hard as she could.

With team 4 out of the race, Honey and I were back in the lead. We crossed the line and Honey pulled off my stick. It seemed to me she was little reluctant to move away, at least I certainly hope she was. Anyway, the moment that Honey was clear, Lou bent down in front of me. Before I could even react, Lou had reached back between her legs and grabbed my dick. Then she pulled me into her as quickly as she could.

From the standpoint of the race, Lou probably should have made sure she was facing back up field and then waited for me to mount her. Her eagerness cost us a few seconds, as it was harder to turn around connected than it would have been apart. Frankly, though, at that point I honestly didn't give a damn. Honey had gotten me incredibly hot, and the feeling of Lou's pussy squeezing its way onto me, was absolutely indescribable. 

After we had managed to get ourselves turned, Lou and I began the final leg. As I said, we had lost a little time, and Carl and Crimson's team had already begun to switch. By the time Lou and I really got moving, Carl was riding Lauren very well. Our lead was down to less than 5 yards as the last lap got underway.

I really thought that the last leg was going to be a tight race between Carl's team and mine, but it didn't work out that way. I honestly think it was the oral preparation that caught up with Carl. I sure as Hell know it would have caught up with me. Anyway, the guy had barely made it thirty yards inside Lauren before he couldn't take it anymore. I heard him yell back over my shoulder. As I looked back, I saw he and Lauren crash to the turf. Carl was slamming himself into Lauren and the trim brunette was just lying there with an absolutely angelic smile on her face. 

Well, Carl's team had the bronze now, and it was down to a two team race. I looked around and I couldn't even see the last pair. When I finally looked back I could see that Minsue and Boxlicker were just crossing the line. Box moved off and Edward Teach was getting himself into the gosling. They were switching as fast as they could, but by the time they got going they were already a good forty yards back.

I would love to be able to say that Lou and I cruised to victory, but unfortunately it didn't work out that way. It was at that point that we made what we would later realize was our fatal mistake. With that big a lead, Lou and I decided not to take any chances. So we slowed down a little to insure that neither of us slipped.

The problem with that strategy was that it meant that I would be inside of Lou for a longer time. Things were gong fine for the first half of our leg, but as we crossed the 50 yard line, it became more and more difficult to concentrate on the race and not on Lou's incredible pussy. That thing was so hot and so tight, that I tried to think of anything to take my mind away from it. I thought of baseball scores, novels I'd read, even steamed beets. (which I hate by the way). Anything to focus my attention away from what Tatelou's tight steamy channel was doing to me. 

I really think I might have made it, if it wasn't for the fact that Lou was having the same problem. Lou was getting hotter and hotter. I could feel the beautiful woman's body begin to shudder and I realized that we had made a mistake. Lou and I tried to pick our pace back up but it was too late. With about twenty yards to go, Lou screamed that she was cumming.

Now, of course having the girl cum does not automatically knock a team out of the running. But when Lou orgasmed, that cunt squeezing my dick clamped down like a vise. Then, as she continued to cum, Lou's pussy was actually vibrating all along the length of my cock. Well, that was all I could take. I pulled Lou back to me and shoved as hard as I could into her. I yelled at her that I was cumming and just began to thrust in and out of Lou as fast as I could. The feeling was heavenly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm sure that I realized that we had lost the race, but at that moment nothing could have mattered to me less. 

A few seconds later, of course, as Ed and Minsue went by us I felt terrible. For myself it was okay, but it really bothered me that I had cost Lou and the rest of my team a gold medal. We had both finished cumming and Lou just rolled over and told me not to worry about it. After all, she had won the previous day, so she could live with a silver medal. Then, just before she pulled me to her for a deep long kiss, that beautiful woman flashed me a smile that will stick with me for the rest of my life.

We just lay there kissing, while Ed and Minsue crossed the line. We didn't know who was watching us and we really didn't care. By the time we broke that kiss, gold medal or not, I felt like the biggest winner on the field. Then Lou smiled up at me again, and with a coy little look on her face, she told me that if I really did feel bad about it, she was sure that there was some way I would be able to make it up to her that evening.

Sometime later there will be a ceremony to award our team silver medals for this race. Maybe later in these games I will even win a gold medal. It will be great if it happens. But nothing will top the feeling that went through me when Lou wrapped her arms back around my neck and pulled my lips back down onto hers. 

The Literotica Olympics Day 04



Authors Note: A style of wrestling practiced in Olympic and international amateur competition, yet with the Greco-Roman wrestling the legs may not be used in any way to obtain a fall, and no holds may be taken below the waist. Get real__this is the Literotica Olympics and anything goes. Carry on...

"Afternoon, Folks. This is Vella_Ms, reporting for Literotica at one of the most celebrated of all Olympic events. Today is special event is taking place in a little side arena which we all like to call the Wading Pool. In this area, "No Kids Allowed", we will be hosting the KY Jelly Wrestling Event. The contestants for this event have been informed ahead of time of the rules; you know what folks, there are no rules!"

"That's right, Vella!" says ChilledVodka. Turning from the center of the arena to look at his lovely co-correspondent. "I have to admit, you are looking scrumptious today. Wow! That see through negligee really looks sexy on you!" 

"Why, thank you CV, as you can see. I am not just another pretty face in the crowd. I have one hot body as well!"

The crowd shows their approval by clapping and whistling as Vella does a sexy walk to show off her outfit and gorgeous body.

"Wow! Very, very nice Vella!" 

ChilledVodka can't peel his eyes off Vella, and she nudges him with her elbow. Nodding her head towards the audience for approval.

"Huh! Oh, right, right! __Okay!" CV says, clearing his throat. "I will set up the scene for you."

ChilledVodka strolls over to the center of the arena where there is a baby pool half-filled with KY Jelly.

"Today we have two teams for this Greco-Roman Wrestling. Which here at the Literotica Olympics has been renamed to KY Jelly Wrestling. In Greco-Roman Wrestling the legs cannot be attacked and there is no grabbing of the hips. But the judges have already ruled that out, and the opponent will accumulate points on the way the hips are grabbed and the amount of riding time. When the bell rings one member of each team will enter the pool. And remember, anything goes!" 

"That's right, CV, and it looks like the men's team, appropriately named, "BMOC" of SummerMorning, and DirtyLover."

"Oh. BMOC. Meaning, Big Men on Campus?" ChilledVodka asks.

"No, CV. Big Muscles on Campus! As you can see these men are trying to impress the crowd by flexing their__uhm__muscles!"

"These men are hung, and quite proud of their fine physiques. I have been told, they can make some horses I know pretty jealous. Vella?" Vella nods her head, looking at the men unabashingly. "But wait, Vella! I think the team of the "T&A" are about to..."

"T&A?" ChilledVodka interrupts. "As in Tits and Ass?"

"Yes. Although I thought "TNT" would have been more appropriate with Honey's nickname being Hot Crotch and all!" 

At that point the stadium is filled with Beyonce's "Naughty Girl" song. Both Honey123 and Damppanties walk out arm and arm sucking on lollipops. Their naked, suntanned bodies glistening in the sun. Both girls have incredible bodies; the same heights, with taut stomachs, round firm buttocks and perky full breasts. As they saunter out the crowd goes wild! 

Stopping in front of their male opponents, Honey deliberately licks her lollipop taking it in her mouth. She then languidly pulls it out her tongue twirling around the hard candy; her gaze never wavers from Summer. Before turning around Honey hands him her lollipop, then bends over in front of Summer to retrieve a rose that a fan had tossed at her feet. Rising slowly she uses the rose to glide along Dampy's legs, teasing her silky skin with the petals. Dampy stands before Honey, staring defiantly at DirtyLover and spreads her legs slightly allowing Honey to massage the rose between her inner thighs. 

Honey slowly brings the rose to her nose, breathing in deeply before tossing it to DirtyLover whom inhales the new scent of the rose. DirtyLover feigns a heart attack and is caught by Summer. Leaving both men and the crowd staring after them opened mouthed the girls retreat to their side of the pool.

"Wow! What a display Honey123, and Dampy are putting on. Both men and women alike are hooting and hollering at these girls. Let me tell you something, they are incredibly sexy!"

"I agree CV! These girls took their training pretty serious as well. Every time I passed the workout area, I heard them moaning and groaning. It's funny; I don't see any ribbons and bows on them__oh wait a minute! Looks like Dampy has one in her hair. Oh how cute! But do you think they can handle their opponents?"

"Oh, I think so Vella. Just look at the way Honey is looking at Summer. I heard they had a little tete-a-tete a few weeks ago. Their brief love affair ended a bit abruptly when Summer called Honey, "Sunny". I am pretty sure she will be making a point to have him go down, if you know what I mean!"

"We can only hope. It seems that Honey and SummerMorning will be the first to start." 

Vella rings the bell to begin the competition. Honey and Summer step into the pool, and start off in their neutral positions. Honey raises her arms trying to get crowd's participation while she is taunting, and teasing Summer. Honey, takes some of the jelly and rubs it along her body. She seductively smiles and winks at Summer, cupping her breasts and spreading the jelly around them, and her nipples. 

"How sexy is that?" Vella says, as she fans herself. "Looks to me, like Summer's got himself a full-johnson."

"Don't you mean full-nelson?"

"Not quite take a look at how big Summer's muscle is getting watching Honey spread that jelly all over her body!"

"Well, Vella," ChilledVodka says, while bringing down his shorts. "Then I'm pretty sure I've got a full-johnson myself." 

"Really?" Vella reaches over and feels CV's bulge, slowly rubbing up and down the shaft. "Mmm__I'll say!"

"Don't stop Vella that feels really good!" ChilledVodka says, covering Vella's hand with his own, holding it captive on his growing bulge. "Wait a minute! Looks like Honey is in her set-up stance. Oh and what a set-up stance that is, ey, Vella? Honey is trying her hardest to distract Summer by turning her back to him and smacking her ass!" 

"Yes, she is and Summer is just loving it, and really who wouldn't? Honey and Summer are moving around each other like two animals getting ready to fight. She motions and yells, "Bring it on!" Looks like Summer is getting ready to pounce on Honey, but then she does a fuck-under, __erm, __I mean duck-under, and Summer falls headfirst into the KY Jelly! She will definitely get some takedown points for that move!"

"What a lucky back Summer has Vella, and look at the way she is controlling him here by wrapping her legs around his waist. There is no way he is escaping from that move and who would want to?"

"CV, listen to the way the crowd is roaring! This has Honey flexing her muscles as she straddles Summer's hips. She can rack up a lot of riding time if she can stay on top. With the way she's sliding on his jelly soaked body, I'd be surprised if she can."

"Oh no, Vella! Summer is doing his bridge move that has Honey sliding off. That's a real nice move Summer has made, and he appears to be very happy with himself. Oh, it looks as though he is going for, __yes, yes he is! He is going for the tie-up position. Which by the way is one of my favorite positions! He is working his way into a level change. Now he grabs for Honey's hips, bringing her body hard to him. Summer's hands are sliding over Honey's sides. Looks to me like he is getting ready to perform his penetration move."

"Do you think there'll be a takedown, CV?"

"Oh I hope so, Vella. Look at the way their bodies are sticking together, the way Summer is caressing Honey's breasts, his hands sliding along her back down to her ass pulling her close to him! This is some match, hey Vella?"

"Yeah__seems like he is getting ready to do some slamming! Look at the way he is pushing against her. The way he is reaching beneath her buttock, and then rubbing her pussy!" Vella's breath is coming out labored as she is describing the antics in the pool. She closes her eyes and absently caresses her breasts, exposing them as she moves her negligee to bring her hands underneath the silky cloth.

"What a boob!" cries, ChilledVodka.

"What? Who? What'd I miss?"

"No, no, I mean your boob__Wow! With the KY Jelly on them__oh, boy, Vella?" 

ChilledVodka pulls Vella close to him, her luscious breasts pressing up against his chest as he covers her mouth with his. The roaring of the crowd jerks them apart. And then Vella trying desperately to compose herself points to the frolicking in the wadding pool. The crowd stands on their feet chanting and clapping, "We Want Honey! We Want Honey!" and apparently, so does SummerMorning. He lifts Honey up, and eases her slowly down on his thickly coated cock. 

He penetrates her slowly and gently with long strokes as Honey's hands cross behind his neck. Summer begins to pump harder pushing her against the edge of the pool wall. Making her yelp as they loose their balance, and fall back into the pool sending globs of KY Jelly flying across the arena, hitting both of the commentators, bringing them back to reality.

"Uhm__sorry about that__Ah__Oh yeah! Damppanties reaches for Honey's hand and seems to want to be part of the act, __erm__I mean event!" Says Vella her mouth inches away from CV's. 

"Yeah, it seems that DirtyLover has seen his chance to bring Dampy down." Says, CV as he reaches out his tongue to lick Vella's lips.

"Mmm__look at the way Summer is thrusting deeply into Honey. He is really racking up some points here! But wait! __Summer reaches a hand out to tag DL, but Dampy is there, and does a leg shot! DirtyLover slips on the jelly falling into the pool bringing Dampy down on top of him, in a top position. This, quite frankly is one of my favorite position!"

"Really? Good to know." ChilledVodka says, kissing the side of Vella's face as she half-closes her eyes bending her head backward to offer her neck to him.

At this point, DL is lying face up in the pool. Damppanties straddles his hips, pounding on her chest in a Tarzan motion. DL grabs her hips and slides her along his chest. In order to stay on top, Dampy grabs at DL's hair pulling his face closer into her pussy and wraps her legs around his head.

"Wow, now that's what I call a full-nelson!" Vella exclaims. "Uh, oh, it looks as though DL has something in mind for our Dampy?"

CV nuzzles his face in Vella's neck, murmuring, "And I have something in mind for you too, sweet Vella."

Vella smiles as CV trails hot wet kisses down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples hard with excitement as the jelly drips down her cleavage. Vella arches her back bringing them closer to CV's mouth.

Back in the wading pool. DL slides Dampy all the way to his mouth, lifting Dampy slightly up as she straddles his face. His hands are moving Dampy slowly up and down as she grinds down on his tongue. 

Looking over CV's head, Vella notices that Dampy is changing positions.

"Hey, it looks as though Dampy is trying to get up. Wait a minute, oh my goodness, she's turning around so she can do a Whizzer!"

"That's__that's__well, that's just down right kinky!" CV says, snapping his head up so he can see what's taking place.

"No, no, CV, a "Whizzer". A Whizzer means that Dampy is attempting to gain control of her opponent. And boy is she! She is grabbing DL's hard cock! And it doesn't look like he's complaining at all!"

"Listen to the crowd roar as Dampy standing over DL, bends over, shoulders to feet. Exposing her full round buttocks to the crowd, and a very happy DL. Dampy impales herself upon him. Will you look at that! It's as if she's spiking a football after making the winning touchdown!"

"Yes, but this is KY Jelly Wrestling CV, and that's what we call a screw job! Which reminds me, CV. How is that, um, half-johnson of yours doing?"

Vella turns and looks at her co-commentator. Her eyes widening as she sees that he now has a full-johnson, and decides to show him exactly why the top position is her favorite move. ChilledVodka moans appreciatively as Vella slides her panties off, and positions herself on top CV's cock. CV clutches vella's hips pounding into her harder and faster running his hands down her buttocks grabbing each cheek with one hand. CV spreading Vella wide open plunges deep into her. 

"Mmmm__I think we may have to end this event for the day. Be sure to tune in tomorrow for the fencing event here at the Litero..."

"Oh, shut up already, CV!" Vella interrupts, tossing the mike and rips open her negligee exposing two magnificent looking breasts. She grabs hold of ChilledVodka's head, and crushes his face between her cleavage.

"I think we are all winners here, don't you Vella?" CV mumbles, he places his hand on her back bringing her body closer to his as he kisses her hard nipple. Teasing them playing with them as his other hand works it way down her hip, and around her stomach to gain a touch of her swollen labia.

"Mmmm__" moans Vella. CV dips his fingers into her wet mound, flicking her clit stroking it as Vella's hip thrust against his hand.

"Yeah, CV__Mmm, yeah__right__there!"

As the helicopter flies overhead, it's camera pans down to capture this moment on tape. It seems that the whole stadium has decided to grab the person next to them and engage in what can only be declared as One Big Greco-Roman Orgy-feast!



The Literotica Olympics Day 05



“Ok, wait a second. I thought this was an Olympiad of sexual games?”

Even over the clash of blades and stamping of feet, I could hear the confusion in McfBridge’s voice. We had walked into the largest Salle’ in Athens together, both somewhat amazed at our own recuperative powers, considering the events of the previous night. What an Opening Ceremony! We had thought that by being early we would have some space in which to train. Although Mac had shown a lot of talent in our earlier events, he admitted to having almost no knowledge of this kind of “swordplay”.

“Meaning that everyone here looks pretty serious about this?” I asked, though I felt I knew the answer. “Yes, we are Literotica Olympians to fight bouts that are perhaps a little more intimate. But for some reason, this event seems to be more about sport and less about sex every four years.”

“Any theory as to why? I mean, everyone seemed to get along pretty well last night.” McfBridge sounded confused. “Now here they are trying to stick each other with swords.”

I laughed. “And just how is that different than what we were trying to do with the girls last night? I mean, those swords aren’t steel and may be a little shorter…”

“Speak for yourself, mate! I think this three foot piece of steel’s got a bit of growing to do to match me.” LewdandLicentious strolled over with the steel in question resting on his left shoulder and raised the famous eyebrow in my direction. “Havin’ a bit of a self-confidence problem, Bel?”

“Not at all Lew. Just ‘cause I usually carry my donuts in a box. Lew, you remember McfBridge, yes?” 

“Card player, right? I remember him fine.” Lewd reached over and shook Mac’s outstretched hand. “I’ll see you two blokes later I assume? Equestrian today…”

“Yes, we’ll be there. Say hi to Lou for us when she wakes up.” Lewd strolled out into the morning air. “Ok, lets go over here and tell me what you’re watching…” McfBridge and I walked over to where Liar, Black Tulip and a gosling were watching two shapely bodies taking each other’s measure with Colleen as referee.

We watched as the two ladies continued their conversation with the blades. They seemed very evenly matched and familiar with one another’s style. Just as one seemed to get an advantage, the other would meet each thrust with a perfect parry and riposte’.

“It’s almost as though each knows what the other is thinking,” said Mac. “Who are they? Any one I know?” Although few details about a person’s body are hidden in the tight clothes worn in the sport, the mask does tend to obscure other features. I was about to tell him when a hand snaked over my shoulder and placed a single index finger over my lips. “Quiet, sugar. Y’all just let Mac figure it out on his own.” I obeyed, but I also took Cloudy’s red-nailed fingertip between my lips and nibbled and suckled a bit. I was rewarded for my efforts by a sharp intake of breath and another hand on my right shoulder as the move caught her by surprise and her knees buckled just for a second.

“Well,” McfBridge started, “ The one on our left seems to be focused entirely on speed. She is very quick and I think the woman on the right would be done if it weren’t for her correct anticipation. She is a little reckless, but I get the impression that though her impetuousness gets her into trouble, she is usually quick enough in body and mind to recover.”

“Essentially correct,” stated the gosling, which then shook her feathers and grew before our eyes into a slender woman with golden hair, firm lips and a longish neck. “Lucky is rather obsessed with speed when it comes to sport.”

“What about the other one, Hon?” said Cloudy in her best Alabama drawl, with a slight quiver from my continued oral administrations to her fingers and hand.

“Unfortunately, I’m a little distracted. Give me a second.” Mac was staring at something indeed. His eyes were definitely focused a little less than halfway up the figure on our right.

A male voice said from our left, “The ass? Did you know a quarter bounced off of it goes up about three feet?”

Suddenly the stamping of feet in front of us stopped and Colly turned Liar’s chin back to face forward.

“I heard that Liar. I’d rather you avoid saying things that could distract my participants.” Colleen Thomas can be rather focused at times but she rarely misses anything said in her vicinity, even when you think she isn’t listening. 

Honey123 on the other hand was laughing so hard she had her hands on her knees and had dropped her blade. Which was probably why Colly had stopped the bout.

I was suddenly distracted from the scenery about me by the introduction of a cold pointed object to my adam’s apple.

“Release the Indian Princess’ appendage, sir, or I will stick you in a most uncomfortable place…” I let my eyes travel up the blade until I met Lucky’s laughing eyes, “Besides, that tongue needs rest. It has a lot of work to do over the next 15 days.”

“As you command, milady. Besides, Ol’ Mac here has an appointment with a pirate…”

“New to the true sport of kings, McfBridge?” asked Minsue. “I will be more than happy to take you over and introduce you to Pops. That way we can let poor Bel here try and talk his way out of this one. Now, Pops is a good teacher but a couple of words to the wise. One, that patch is not real; so don’t be surprised if it switches back and forth between the two eyes. Second, the parrot is real, and if it thinks you are trying to hurt Pops it will go right for your…” Mindy’s voice faded as she walked Mac towards the corner where Pops_54 and Svenskaflicka were giving lessons to a few of the Litsters who had never before crossed literal swords rather than metaphorical ones.

Meanwhile, I contemplated how I was actually going to talk my way out of this. Luckily, Black Tulip had my back. Well, actually she had Lucky-E-levens.

“Lucky,” said the dark flower as she leaned over the shoulder attached to the arm that had a sword at my throat, “Let our impetuous friend go will you? I have a use for him.” This last bit she purred in a way more suited to a black cat than a tulip.

“Ok B.T.,” said Lucky, lowering the point off line with a smirk, “But only if you will vouch for his future behavior. You have to watch him. He lurks around all quiet like and then seems to take great pleasure in popping up and trying to be witty. He succeeds about 1 out of 3.”

“Ow, madam. You wound me. Surely I am at least closer to fifty percent? Or perhaps you are just enjoying the tease? I know that you know how badly I want to touch that body of yours instead of just drooling over it…” So saying I moved to slide gently past Lucky, pausing to give her a quick peck on the cheek, before throwing my upper body into a sweeping bow in front of Black Tulip. “My rescuer. What would you have of me?”

“For now, just a sparring partner,” she replied, “We can discuss the rest after we get warmed up.” As Tulip and I made our way to an open area on the floor I could hear the giggling behind me.

Five days later I was nervous as I prepared for the final bout. I had never made it to the finals before. The fighting had been fast and furious, and fatigue was going to be a factor in this final match. Lauren Hynde had pushed me for all I was worth in the semi-finals, and I think I’m going to flinch for a while every time some one shouts out “Porto” at the top of their lungs. I think she would have had me if not for the distraction of an impish little voice that had calmly projected a “Hi Lauren!” at just the right moment. The quick giggle that had caused was what gave me just enough of an opening to get the final touché.

I have a feeling that Abs is going to claim more than just the massage and cigar I promised her. Hey, don’t look at me like that! All is fair in love and war, and fencing with this crowd was a little bit of both.

There had been some interesting pairings. Tatelou and Lew somehow got matched up against each other in the very first round. Lew never had a chance. He got totally lost in the eyes and the cleavage and was done quickly. A blessing for the rest of us, as Lew has the advantage on many of us in reach. A rather surreal moment had come in the early afternoon, when Oggbashen and Jeanne D’Artois had somehow ended up facing each other. My new buddy McfBridge had gotten fairly deep into the tourney before running into the buzz saw in red leather known as Crimson Maiden. CM in turn had been defeated by Liar, who had made quite a run to the quarterfinals, defeating Cantdog, Minsue, Vella_Ms and Destinie21. Yet even Liar had fallen before Colleen Thomas, my opponent in the finals.

I admit to being a little intimidated before facing Colly. None of us guys had ever faced her before. She had always restricted herself to bouts between women, and this had made her an unknown quantity going into this event.

Fencing is a lot like sex. Little cues can mean a lot, and learning and responding to the slightest of hints can reap great rewards. You have to pace yourself, and time your thrusts. Done well, the conversation of steel is enthralling. Done poorly, it is still fun and educational. But when the various factors all come together a single bout can seem to last hours instead of minutes, and both combatants will remember details such as the rhythm of breathing and the trail of a single drop of sweat down the forehead of the person across from you. You truly do enter a zone.

I had been pushed into that zone often today. Not only Lauren but also CharleyH and Cloudy had pushed me right to the edge. I honestly did not know how much I had left for Colly. I had been watching her when I could and I could tell she was as capable of manipulating the emotions of her opponents as she was of her readers.

Little did I know that Colleen was having some of the same thoughts about me. As much as I saw it to be an advantage for her that she had never fought in the co-ed ranks she felt it was a disadvantage. Liar had pushed her to the edge of elimination not because he was more skilled in his blade work but because he had used tactics that had caught her completely off guard. She wondered if it was due to Liar being remarkably innovative or whether his approach to the bout had been influenced by his gender in ways that she could not anticipate.

Having fenced Liar before, I could have told her that his tactics had little to due with testosterone. He was simply that good. He has especially strong hands and the beat parry approach he had used on Colleen in his first two touches was a result of him leading with his strength rather than exploiting her weakness.

The arena had been reconfigured so that the audience lined the fencing strip on both sides. In the center sat some of the past winners of this event, including Rumple Foreskin and the winner from the Sydney games, Damppanties. Pops had been chosen to referee this final bout, a wise choice. Pops could be counted on as a fair and impartial ref as long as Tatelou was not involved. He and Oggbashen both had a fascination with her lower anatomy that made them useless as judges in her bouts. I understood, as Destinie21 affected me in the same way. Hard to concentrate when you are sneaking glimpses at someone’s ass. 

“Ready, Bel?” Carl asked as I stood watching Colleen approach the strip. Carl East had volunteered to be my second for the final bout. Black Tulip and I had been sharing each other’s company for most of the event, but she had been called away suddenly by the Committee On Unfair Competition. I hoped it did not have anything to do with the doping scandal that was the subject of so many rumors.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, “Let’s go.”

As I stepped up onto the platform I had to stop short. Colleen had already taken her place at the opposite end of the strip. She had thrown back her head to shake out her long dark hair and tie it back away from her face. The light of the sun shining through a window behind her had created a halo effect. The paleness of her skin and the deep black of her hair combined in a moment that would have given Rembrandt pause.

“OK,” said Carl behind me, “First reminder. Do not be distracted by her beauty. I shouldn’t have to tell you this Belegon. You’ve fenced Lucky, Cloudy and Honey over the last few days. You should be able to put it aside. And whatever you do, don’t think about bunnies!”

“Alright already!” I responded to him. “Did BT put you up to this? She’s been hammering me with that same thing all day long.”

“And here you are in the finals,” said Carl.

“Right. OK, point to you and Tulip. I understand.”

Pops stepped forward to the center of the strip, our cue to meet him there. Colly took her mask from Sub Joe and received her blade from Virtual_Burlesque, who were both acting as seconds to her. I took the mask from Carl and lifted my steel and moved forward to this final confrontation.

Pops was waiting for us and spoke quietly in a voice meant for our ears alone.

“Awright, you two. I want this clean and without incident. Colly, keep that temper in check. We don’t want Belegon here sent to the hospital, we’ve got the Triple Jump tomorrow. You know what I’m talking about; I’ve seen how fierce you can be in the political threads. Bel, this is foil, not epee! You must establish right of way before you can attack. Watch what you’re doin’ ere.”

“Awww, c’mon Pops, would you let that rest. I told you I was grabbing for Abstruse and CharleyH. They were wearing poor Remec out. I didn’t mean to grab your ass. How was I to know Vella was going to spin you that way?”

“Well, boy,” replied the ol’ pirate, “Number one, you should look where you’re reaching. Number two, Opening Ceremonies was five days ago and that was not necessarily what I was referring to at this time. Number three; don’t assume I didn’t like it. How would you know?” 

Colly cleared her throat loudly. “If you two boys are finished flirting, can we move along? The audience is getting restless.”

Twenty minutes later I was staring down at the point of Colleen’s foil in the center of my chest. Not only had she beaten me, she had embarrassed me! After we had saluted each other, the judges and the audience, the bout had finally begun. I had scored two quick touches in the first few moments. She had been overcompensating on her parries to low thrusts and twice I had scored with quick counters to six, that is to say by thrusting towards her outside shoulder. 

She had tricked me. I became convinced she had a weakness on the outside. By the time I realized that her real vulnerability was inside and I had been lured into concentrating on her strong exterior defense, she was ahead 4-2. It had stayed that way for the last six minutes of the bout, as we had fallen into a steady rhythm of lunge, thrust, parry, riposte and counter. Our steel sang and the tension in the audience built as they waited for the eventual climax. We had found a strong pace that was tiring us both and yet there was a joy inherent in the fast and hard movements. Fencing is about speed, spacing and precision. The constant pressure on the blades and the quick movements are hard to see with the naked eye. 

There is a wonder in knowing that your opponent is coming so very close to piercing your defenses and stopping them at the last possible moment to respond with an instant riposte. They must then recognize the reversal and meet your thrust with a response strong enough to continue the exchange but soft enough to draw you in to a position of vulnerability. 

Six minutes is a very long time to continue to hold the emotional and physical focus of such an intense experience. At the end I felt I had finally seen an opening in a few of her responses. I began a series of outside feints to try and make Colly believe that I was once again concentrating on her exterior, where I had scored before. I did not realize the trap she had set for me.

When I finally committed to my inside attack she had been ready. It had almost succeeded anyway, but she was just too good. I honestly think most people would have been caught by that attack even if they were expecting it. Not Colly.

At the very last millisecond she had knocked my point off target and perfectly placed a riposte in the center of my chest. In my eagerness to penetrate the opening she had allowed me to see, I overextended my reach and was unable to parry her reply. Fifth and final touché. Game over.

I stepped back and peeled my mask off of my sweat-drenched brow. I moved my shaking legs together and raised my blade in a formal salute that I filled with as much respect as I could muster. As I brought the blade slashing down I realized I was not upset at losing. The last exchange had been incredible. We had maintained a level of intimacy that no other activity could have matched in that time. No, not even sex. I now knew things about Colleen I would never be able to explain, and she about me as well.

I could see the slight tremble in her knees as Colly also stepped back. She raised her blade to her chin in the traditional salute and then let it drop to the floor. I felt a small satisfaction in knowing that I must have pushed her as far as she had me. She raised her hand to the bottom of her mask and drew it backwards off her head with a flourish, shaking out her hair, the sunlight behind her once more creating a halo, this time with a slight gleam off the thin layer of hard won perspiration that lay on her lovely face.

Suddenly she threw down the mask and stepped into me to draw my face down into a long hard kiss. I put my hands on her hips and concentrated on returning the passion as our tongues began to dance as our blades had moments before.

Seconds seemed hours but eventually we both noticed the annoyance of the outside world. We had become so lost in each other that we forgot we were in a room full of spectators. Now the applause washed over us and brought us back to reality as the crowd erupted. They had sat in stunned silence during the final point, but Colleen’s bold finish had created an explosion as that tension was released and they surged to their feet as one to cheer.

“Milady,” I breathed when she gave me a chance, “Never have I been so happy to lose. This was the greatest contest I have ever experienced.”

Colleen just looked in my eyes for a moment, running her fingers through my hair. “Oh no you don’t,” she said, grabbing a fistful at the back of my head and pulling me down towards the floor as she kissed me again, “We’re just getting started…”

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The Literotica Olympics Day 07



This story was a joint effort between lucky-E-leven and ABSTRUSE for a fun project, started with friends in the Author’s Hangout Forum. It is nothing like any of lucky-E-leven’s other submissions, but was fun to write and ABSTRUSE and I are hoping it’s fun to read. It is also part of a chain story that has had me in stitches since it began, so if you enjoyed it, please visit the rest of the chain and support the effort of some of Literotica’s finest writers. Thanks, Lucky.

“Helllooooooooo! And welcome to day seven of the two thousand four Literotica Olympics!”

“Geez, Lucky, settle down. The competition hasn’t even begun and already you’re yelling into the mic,” Colly said, giggling at the curly haired brunette beside her.

“Well beautiful, what can I say? After yesterday’s Triple Jump competition, I’m amped up. Today’s action is going to be just as hot and I’m rarin’ to go! The sexual energy in here is so high that if there was a way to harness it into electricity I bet we could keep Las Vegas lit up for years.”

“You’re crazy!” Colly said with a sexy half grin and blushed when Lucky seductively licked her lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I realize there are some finely tuned nude forms down on the playing field, but there is no way I can continue this broadcast without mentioning that standing this close to such a stunningly beautiful co-anchor is doing some wonderfully tingly things to me. Thick auburn tresses spilling over her shoulders, creamy alabaster skin, full inviting breasts, legs I could dine on for hours and man what an ass!”

“Lucky!” Colleen gasped and just as she opened her mouth again to protest, Lucky-E-Leven whipped up her shirt and flashed the petite woman, effectively silencing her and freezing her, mouth agape.

“Ah, yes! This is Lucky-E-Leven comin’ at ya live from the love shack! For those of you that don’t know, that’s the affectionate term we broadcasters use for the tiny announcer’s booth down at the archery range. I’m joined today by the insanely sexy, Ms. Colleen Thomas. I tell ya, folks, if they don’t get this competition underway soon, sweet Colly is in serious danger of getting Lucky.”

The small redhead blushed furiously and then cleared her throat before speaking, “Thank you for the warning, Lucky, but I rather enjoy a bit of danger.”

“Easy there, Red. This could get out of hand in a hurry. Why don’t you explain to our audience what they’re in for today? I’ll just sit here and watch your luscious lips move.”

“Oh my! Well today’s Archery competition features some very exciting elements. Each man and woman team has three suction cup arrows at their disposal. One team member will fire these arrows at their teammate and wherever they land is the area the team must include to bring their teammate off. I’ve only covered this event once before, care to introduce our contestants, Lucky?”

Colly cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer from the brunette and finding her green eyes hazed over with lust.

“Lucky? Hey, Lucky! Anybody home?”

“Hmmm? Oh, sorry folks. You have no idea how distracting my co-anchor is, none whatsoever. What was the question, beautiful?”

“Introductions, lusty Lucky. People would probably like to know who they’re watching today.”

“Yes, of course. We’ve got an exciting line-up today with teams ranging from extremely experienced to first timers. The most experienced team consists of Cloudy, a beautiful warrior princess with long brown hair and an ass to die for. Her teammate Pop_54, a rakish Brit pirate sporting a sexy eye patch and his lucky parrot on his shoulder, can’t seem to decide where to look with all of the gorgeous men and women on the field. They’ve won countless competitions in the past and are the crowd favorites to win today, but I’m not sure it’s as cut and dried as people think. The next team we have is Liar, a dashing Swede, and Black Tulip, a gorgeous Dutch woman with dark hair and an extremely voluptuous figure. Liar is notorious for his skill with the bow and arrow and Black Tulip has proven that her physical responsiveness is head and shoulders above the rest. Look for them to get the most bang for their buck, as it were, out of arrow placement.”

“Oh, Lucky, that was just bad,” Colly replied before covering her mic and adding, “I love it when you’re bad.”

Lucky’s eyes narrowed in lust and a loud smack sounded in the booth as her hand connected with the shy redhead’s firm backside. A surprised squeal flew into the air and Lucky picked up with her commentary as though nothing had happened, while the smaller woman’s cheeks grew rosy again.

“The third team competing here today is a recent coupling of hard bodies. Summer Morning has competed before and is extremely athletic which will help him, in the event that his arrows fail to hit the mark. His teammate, Honey123, is new to the competition this year but the woman’s body is rock solid, as is her will to please. I figure they are quite a force to be reckoned with.”

“Mmmmm…I can see your nipples poking out beneath your shirt.”

“What?” Lucky asked, looking surprised.

“Hmm? Oh my, did I say that out loud?”

Lucky chuckled at the little woman, reached for her hand and brought it up to her hard nipples before continuing the event’s coverage, “Yes you did, but the contestants are lining up now. The fourth and final team competing here today is a relative unknown in the archery community. Lewdandlicentious, or Lew, as he’s known to the athletes, and his beautiful teammate Tatelou are quite talented in all aspects of the Sex Olympics and are entered in several events, but this is the first year they have competed in Archery. Between his ten inch cock and her curvaceous body, there is plenty of reason to believe that they will excel in any event they enter. It will be interesting to see how they perform, but I have a feeling that these Brits are going to give it their all. They always do.”

The door to the studio swung open then and a beautiful woman with dark hair and crystal blue eyes rushed in and grabbed Colly’s microphone.

“What the…?” Lucky started, but was distracted by her co-anchors fingers at her nipples and ended the question on a moan.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is an important announcement,” The woman’s blue eyes flashed as she cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone.

“Hi Lauren,” The fair skinned woman said in a sultry voice and the tiny booth was then filled with maniacal laughter for several moments, before she disappeared just as quickly as she’d come.

The door slammed shut and Colly came to her senses, asking, “What was that all about?”

“That was Abstruse, known to most as Abs, and she’s been stalking the gorgeous Portuguese athlete Lauren Hynde for weeks now.”

“She sounds crazy!” Colly said with wide green eyes.

“She’s a total lunatic, but harmless and everyone just adores her. I mean, what’s not to like? She’s smart, caring, witty, sexy and absolutely hilarious,” Lucky said with a genuine smile. “See it says so right here on this little card she left behind.”

“Well she was beautiful, and that has to be the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard. Oh look! The archers are readying their bows,” Colly said when she turned back to the large open field.

“Fantastic! Okay folks, you’re in for a real treat today. The contest will commence when the starting tone sounds and then each archer will fire off their arrows as quickly as they can, while attempting some sort of accuracy. These teams have practiced and likely have specific target areas they’re aiming for. It is the archer’s responsibility to land their arrows as close to their partner’s most sensitive areas, so that they may have a better chance of pleasing them to climax,” Lucky explained with a sly glance at her fellow announcer.

“Yes, Lucky, it is most common for the men to be the archers, as their female teammates are more likely to get off again and again in rapid succession, but I see that Cloudy has stepped up in the archer’s box. Could it be that they have something out of the ordinary planned?”

“Well there are probably many reasons that they’ve chosen to have Cloudy firing away at her partner. My analytical guess would be that with her rich Native American ancestry, she is an exceptional shot and with Pop having the handicap of only one eye, it makes more sense that she wields the bow and arrow. My gut feeling, though, is that Pops is a dirty old man, quite the stud from what I hear, and is known to blow his wad early and often. We’ll just have to see how things work out.”

“Good points, Lucky. We should add that the competition goes as follows: Once all three arrows have been fired, the archers will race down the field and begin wherever they wish at one of the arrows. One of them is required to climax while that area is being stimulated. The team cannot move to the next arrow until at least one orgasm has been achieved from each body part marked by an arrow. As soon as they climax, the archer may move to the next arrow site and begin stimulation in that area. The team with the most orgasms at the end of thirty minutes will be the new champions.”

“In the spirit of fairness, there are judges posted to each team. They are responsible for determining what an acceptable orgasm is and will indicate each one by raising a flag. There are also penalties for failure to achieve climax at one of the marked sites.”

“Well said, Colly. It looks like the competition is about to begin, and there’s the starting tone! We’re under way, ladies and gentlemen! The first arrows are away and it looks like Cloudy and Liar have done exceptionally well. Liar’s aim was true and he’s struck Black Tulip’s ample breast. Oh my! Cloudy’s first arrow has landed smack dab over Pop_54’s mouth! Apparently she’s using this as a method of focusing his concentration, seeing as how Pop can’t stop himself from making lewd comments to anything with a pulse. Frankly, if it were me, I would have aimed at that damn parrot of his. You can hear it from here yelling, Polly want a crack-at-her!”

“You said ample breast,” Colly giggled and quickly recovered to give the listeners the skinny on the other two teams. “It looks like Lew’s first shot has landed on Tatelou’s lovely thigh and Summer has got Honey in the shoulder, tough break there. It will be interesting to see how he uses her shoulder to get her off, but that’s the name of the game!”

“You said it, sweet cheeks, and the second arrows are away. They’re not wasting any time and it looks like…yes, the third and final arrows are in flight and the archers have dropped their bows and begun sprinting toward their targets. What a beautiful sight it is to see so much naked flesh, wouldn’t you agree Colly?”

“Yes, it’s nice, but I’d rather see your naked flesh,” the petite woman blurted out and a loud thump was heard over the airwaves as Lucky dropped her mic.

“Okay, to bring you all up to speed, while Lucky picks up her microphone, we’ve got Pop_54 with an arrow covering his lips, one on his chest and another on his ass. Cloudy’s got plenty to work with there. Liar’s accuracy was impressive and Black Tulip is sporting arrows at her breast, thigh and ass. Summer Morning's arrow placement is truly curious and I have no idea how they’re going to work up to climax with arrows at Honey’s shoulder, foot and pussy, but as you said, anything can happen. Lew and Lou seem to have a unique strategy as all three arrows are in one region, covering each side of her pelvis and one directly on the top of her mound.”

“Interesting grouping,” Lucky noted and watched as the archers sprinted toward their targets.

Cloudy, running full speed ahead with her sable hair flowing behind her was a lovely display as her long toned legs, bronzed by heritage, stretched out before her again and again. The crowd was captivated and a collective gasp filled the air when she reached Pop and knocked him flat on his back with a stiff arm to his chest. She snatched the arrow from his lips and instantly settled her pussy over his face before leaning over and capturing his rigid tool between her lips in an erotic sixty-nine.

Lucky and Colly leaned closer to the monitor as the camera operator zoomed in on the smooth curves of the Warrior Princess’s behind, providing an excellent shot of the sexy pirate’s tongue as it slid into her pussy. Pop’s fingers dug into her ass, pulling her further into him and the effects of his tongue were visible as her back bowed and goose bumps spread over her naked flesh.

“Holy mother of God” exclaimed Lucky. “No wonder he has such a big mouth, look and the size of his tongue.”

“I’m looking Lucky, I’m looking” Colly said as her jaw hung slack as her eyes widened in disbelief.

About ten yards away, Summer Morning reached Honey, where she dragged him to the ground and sat before him, placing her feet on either side of his cock and beginning a steady stroking motion along the length of his erection. It was clear then that Summer had some sort of foot fetish and had purposely aimed for her French manicured toes. She then brought one hand to her breast and the other slid along her taut abdomen and between her pussy lips, where in little time at all her arousal glistened in the bright sunlight.

“Wow, I’m not sure what the rule book says about self pleasure, Colly. Do you happen to know?” Lucky asked as she stared intently at the fit woman’s slender finger sliding rhythmically between her lips.

“Who cares if it’s legal or not? It’s hotter than hell to watch. I think she should get points for technique alone,” Colly said and leaned further over the desk to get a better look.

Lucky whimpered at the sight of her co-anchor’s gorgeous ass and before she realized what she was doing her hips were grinding into the little woman’s backside as she too looked out at the competitors.

Lew pulled off all three arrows at once and dove straight into the tall brunette’s pussy with his tongue. It was suddenly plain to see that he planned to spend a good portion of the competition with his face buried between her legs and Lucky grew excited.

“Hell yeah!” Lucky shouted, causing the little woman bent over before her to push back in surprise. Lucky groaned in pleasure and slid her hands up Colly’s sides to fondle her breasts. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve never seen this tactic before, but it’s brilliant! Lewdandlicentious has grouped all of his arrows in one spot, allowing him to spend all the time he wants in the area of his teammate’s snatch. Going off of the interviews I’ve seen Lou give, he gives exceptional head and I would expect them to be going for the number one spot in points by multiple orgasms.”

“God, just look at how beautiful she is, arching her back and winding her fingers in his hair as his tongue does untold things to her clit. He may be good, but I bet I could give him a run for his money,” Colly said on a moan as Lucky’s fingers found her nipples.

“Yes, it is a sight to behold, Colly. It looks as if Liar is taking a direct route as well, licking his way up Black Tulip’s thigh and slipping his tongue over her shaved pussy. He’s also got his hand wrapped around his meaty cock and is pumping furiously. This should serve them well, as he will earn a point for getting off and be ready to go again to rack up the total orgasm points.”

“Things are shaping up nicely, folks,” Colly said over Lucky’s moan as her hands moved around to clutch the brunette’s ass and pull her forward. “Mmmm…Lucky, is that a spare microphone in your shorts, or are you just happy to see me?”

Lucky reached forward and set her handheld mic down next to the redhead’s face and winked when the smaller woman looked back with a knowing grin.

“That reminds me, Colly; I just received this message from our eye in the sky, Minsue the Gosling. Anyone finding a black studded leather strap-on with a purple dildo please hurry to the main office. Your partner is stuck on it!”

Lucky pulled her shirt up and over her head before pulling on the headset mic and grinding into Colly’s ass again as she reached up to tweak her own nipples. The smaller woman licked her lips and was about to turn around when a loud cheer erupted from the field.

“Amazing!” Lucky shouted. “All four judges have just raised their flags simultaneously, indicating that each team has scored a point. Summer morning has just slid his massive rod into Honey’s slick pussy and he’s popped the second arrow off and is laving his tongue over her shoulder. The man has got an amazing body and while it’s not exactly my cup of tea, Honey sure seems to be enjoying herself, as is the audience. Boy am I glad I don’t have to clean this place up afterwards. It looks to me like Honey is very close and…what’s this? He’s bitten her shoulder and their judge has raised the flag, indicating that Honey is cumming! Outstanding use of the shoulder, by Summer Morning. That misfire could’ve been costly.”

“Well regardless of what interests you, you can’t blame Summer. They don’t call her hot crotch Honey for nothing. I don’t believe it, but Pop has just cum again with Cloudy’s finger in his ass and they’re moving on to the third and final arrow at his chest. It looks like that team has decided to go for the win at record pace! Liar seems to be taking his time. He hasn’t taken his tongue from Tulip’s pussy once, and yet he’s moved on to their second arrow at the bottom of her ass. Is that what I think it is? Yes, he’s just slid a finger into her ass and by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I’d say she’s wound nearly as tight as she’ll go.”

“Fantastic strategy for that team,” Colly interrupted even as her hands tugged at the bottom of Lucky’s shorts, lowering them until they fell to the brunette’s ankles, revealing a large black cock attached to her leather harness. “It appears that Liar and Tulip are going the multiple route by building her up to the point of near explosion and keeping her there as he moves through the stimulation points. At the rate they’re going, she’ll be cumming hard and quite possibly over and over again, earning them plenty of bonus points for multiples.”

Lucky grabbed the petite redhead’s hands and guided them to the large phallus at her waist, as she continued her commentary.

“I must say, for being new to this event, Lew and Lou are doing quite well. He’s had her cumming for several minutes and I’m glad I’m not in charge of keeping track. That woman is incredible and seems to get off harder and faster as his tongue furiously works her clit. It must be growing nearly painful as she’s pushing at his head and squirming away from him on her shoulder blades. This team has trained hard and it’s obvious how in sync they are with one another. That was the most fluid switch I’ve ever seen and he’s now sliding his long cock into her pussy and fucking her in earnest. By the looks of it, she’s loving every second of it and this is a tremendous showing for the Brits in their first time out!”

“Mmmmm…yesss,” Colly moaned as Lucky’s hands slid up her soft thighs, lifting the hem of her indecently short black leather mini and bunching it around her waist. The brunette’s fingers cupped her mound and she gasped as she registered that the little redhead was wearing crotchless panties. She slid the tips of her fingers down the smooth green satin and moaned into her headset as her middle finger slid along the petite woman’s slit.

“Dear God, you’re wet,” Lucky said as a healthy shiver raced through her body.

“Lucky! The broadcast! Honestly…where were we? Oh yeah, each team has met the requirement for satisfaction at all arrows and it is an all out fuck-fest down there. SummerMorning and Honey have changed it up a bit and finally seem to be in the rhythm, with her riding his cock wildly and it looks to me as if she’s cumming. Pop has flipped Cloudy to her back and is pounding into her and by the sound of her war cry, it looks like they’ll be picking up some points here as well. Mmmmmm…it’s hard to focus with you doing that, Lucky.”




The Literotica Olympics Day 07



“Is that right? My apologies, sweetie,” Lucky said and removed her fingers.

“Noooo…” Colly whined.

“Patience, gorgeous,” Lucky said as she moved the head of her cock to the redhead’s slick entrance and slid it up and down the length of Colly’s wet slit. “Excellent,” The brunette said as she pressed forward with her hips, sinking a few inches of the dildo into the smaller woman’s pussy. A loud cheer distracted her and she looked back to the competition even as she began a slow rhythm with her hips.

“I can’t believe it! Time’s almost up and Black Tulip still hasn’t cum yet. Liar has cum three times now, accounting for the only three points on their score card. They’d better get a move on if they hope to even place. From the scoreboard, it looks like Lew and Lou are leading, with Cloudy and Pop close behind. SummerMorning and Honey123 are catching up and with only three minutes left in regulation, it’s anyone’s game.”

“Oooooohhh, Lucky,” Colly breathed and pushed back into her fellow announcer. Lucky now had her fingers wrapped around the petite woman’s hips and was driving into her with long powerful strokes, adding a flourish of her hips on every other stroke. Colly’s knuckles went white as she gripped the table and the brunette smiled down on her before returning to the athletes below. 

“It’s okay, Red. I’ll take it from here. The judge stationed at Lew and Lou’s lane has just raised his flag twice, indicating that they’ve both climaxed. That puts them in the lead, but it seems as though dear Tatelou has passed out from the vigorous fucking of her partner and theirs will be the score to beat. Cloudy has just finished in a big way and Pops is lying atop her heaving and calling for oxygen. The medics standing by are rushing over to assist him and that team’s competition is over.”

“Mmmmm…baby, yessssss…right there…harder!” Colly grunted and Lucky picked up the pace, slamming all nine inches of the black dildo into the writing woman bent over before her.

“Damn you’re a hot little number, how much time before we sign off? I can’t split my attention up much longer,” Lucky heaved as she looked over to the time clock. “Thank God! A minute and a half remains folks and Black Tulip has finally let go. Liar has two fingers driving into her pussy, another finger in her ass and his tongue is flying over her clit. She’s cumming again and again. The judge in their lane has just rushed over to Cloudy and Pops’ judge, stolen his flag and is raising each one in rapid succession as the gorgeous Dutch woman fires off climax after climax!”

“Omigod, Lucky, that feels incredible!” Colly yelled into her mic.

“Red! The broadcast! Honestly…” Lucky teased, even as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into the fair-skinned woman’s back. A loud slapping sound reverberated around the love shack as her hips slapped into Colly’s gorgeous ass and she reached around, finding the moaning woman’s clit with her fingers. “Where were we? Oh yes, thirty seconds remain and Summer Morning is going wild, slamming his thick cock into Honey’s tight ass. I don’t think they’re going to catch the Brits, but they’ve had a tremendous…ungh…showing here today…ungh…” Lucky grunted and wiped the sweat from her brow before adding, “I am soooo getting fired for botching this broadcast, but damn it all if it wasn’t worth it. Cum for me, beautiful.”

Colly was moaning so loudly now that Lucky pulled off the smaller woman’s headset and tossed it aside, as she pressed hard circles into her excited clit with her free hand. Just then, the door flew open and Abstruse rushed in again.

She was momentarily overcome by the sight of the two announcers writhing on the table like snakes in heat. She moved past them and hurriedly took a seat, grabbing one of the discarded headsets.

“Oh for God’s sake, would you two get a room? I’m a very busy woman, you know. Stalking the beautiful Lauren Hynde is hard work and now I’m stuck doing your jobs for you!”

She turned back to the glass partition, looking at the few stray arrows that were stuck to the glass front of the booth and choking back tears she started to speak.

“Ladies and Litsters, may I have your attention please? It seems a few trolls were able to get past security and have made their way to the playing field. A cyclopic, teated troll was apprehended after using a bow and arrow to knock our poor Gosling out of the sky. Oh the humanity! I saw the whole thing happen. There were feathers everywhere,” She said with a sniffle.

“Minsue was giving us an aerial report when out of nowhere she honked and gripped her chest before plummeting to the ground like a lawn dart. Paramedics, a vet and what appears to be a chef are arriving at the scene of the crash right now. She’s receiving mouth to beak resuscitation and is being carried off the field in a cardboard box. Oh, the horror! The horror! Why couldn’t it have been me?” Abstruse sobbed.

Distraught with emotion over the apparent Troll terrorist attack, Abs laid her head on her arms across the desk. Sobs wracked her body making her unaware that someone else had entered the booth.

“Hi Abs,” A sexy, self-assured voice called from the door.

Recognizing the voice, she lifted her head slowly and turned in the chair only to find herself staring into the most intense blue-gray eyes she’d ever seen. It was none other than Lauren Hynde, the Portuguese panacea of phenomenal poetic proportions. The stalker was now the stalked.

“Oh shit,” Muttered Abs. “Um, h…h…Hi, La…Lauren,” she stuttered and gulped as she moved to push her chair backwards, away from Lauren’s advancing form, only to bump into an unknown body part of one the sex crazed announcers who were totally oblivious to everything around them. Rising from her chair, she found she was trapped between the orgy behind her and the sultry siren in front of her.

“I was just making the….uh…final announcements for the next…um…thingy coming up.”

“Not too worry, my little shadow. I can do that for you,” Lauren said calmly as she stepped toward the stunned woman. “But as soon as I’ve wrapped up this broadcast…”

Before Abs knew what hit her, she had been pushed back down into the chair she’d occupied only moments before. Lauren deftly whipped out the handcuffs she carried in case of emergency bondage situations and secured her captives wrists to the arms of the chair.

“…I plan to show you the true art of stalking, up close and personal,” Lauren finished and crawled onto the bound woman’s lap. She then leaned to her left and pulled the headset from Lucky’s head, settled it on her own and slapped the brunette’s ass. Lucky was unfazed and continued pounding into her gorgeous co-anchor who was now mewling like a wild animal on the end of the large black cock sluicing in and out of her at incredible speed.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the final tone has just sounded, ending today’s Archery competition. Pop_54 is sucking on oxygen, Tatelou is being roused with smelling salts, and their teammates are lying spent beside them as the other two teams continue fucking, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the competition is now officially over. I’ve just received the official results and while the team of Summer Morning and Honey123 placed fourth, they are still enjoying a bit of healthy competition for the sake of getting off.”

Lauren paused and looked down on Abs with a hungry look before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it roughly, forcing the fair-skinned woman’s head back and exposing her neck to the Portuguese beauty’s teeth. A growling moan could be heard through her mic as a full body jerk seized Abstruse. Lauren then sat up as though nothing had happened and returned to the listeners.

“Pop_54 and Cloudy had a strong showing and will take the bronze with nine orgasms to their credit today. The newcomers to this event, Lewdandlicentious and Tatelou, walk away with the silver as their total stands at eleven. And in an impressive display of strategy and perseverance, Liar and Black Tulip are your gold medal winners, achieving a whopping fourteen climaxes, all but three of which were gained in the last three minutes of competition.”

Lauren’s hand surreptitiously slid up Abstruse’s shirt and she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Colly screamed out, “Oh yeah, you sexy bitch, fuck me harder!”

Lauren and Abs turned their attention to the pair and watched in rapt fascination as Lucky reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of shiny auburn hair, using them for purchase as she forcefully fucked her screaming co-anchor. The look on Colly’s face was indescribable and it was obvious from the pants and squeaks spilling from her lips that she was loving every second of it.

The normally unflappable Lauren Hynde yelled out, “Whoop! Lucky, I had no idea you were such a naughty girl! Give it to her!”

“God, help me!” Abs whimpered under her breath, inadvertently recapturing Lauren’s attention.

The raven-haired woman turned back to her and leaned in close to her ear, “Not even God can help you now, Yank.”

Abstruse’s bottom lip quivered in fear and anticipation as Lauren returned to the task of announcing.

“Before we sign off, I’ve just gotten word that our Eye In The Sky, Minsue the Gosling is receiving treatment at the local Emoticon Marketplace and is expected to make a full recovery. Thank you all for joining us today. Please tune in tomorrow for the Modern Pentathlon competition and remember the Literotica Olympics credo: Fuck early, fuck well and fuck often. This is Lauren Hynde, signing off for Lucky-E-Leven, Colleen Thomas, Abstruse and Minsue. Get naked and enjoy the rest of the games.”

*End Transmission*



The Literotica Olympics Day 09



Authors note:

Nordic combined is a combination of a cross-country event and a Ski jumping event. This event includes two jumps off one of the hills and one cross country race. The distance traveled in the two jumps is added together. The skier with farthest distance in the two jumps starts first on the second day in the cross country portion of the race. The other racers follow, depending on how far they jumped. The first person to cross the finish line wins. There are individual events and team events. 

For my regular readers, this story is part of a fun chain story among lit’s authors. It’s nothing like my regular works.

-CET 

Raphy looked to his left, rolled his eyes and looked back to the playing field. I don’t get paid nearly enough for this shit, he thought disgustedly. He glanced again at his guest commentator, the tall man in a ten gallon hat, cool-hand-Luke-man-with-no-eyes sunglasses and rattlesnake skin cowboy boots, with his own cooler sitting under his chair. God, he only needs a hayseed and gun to get a part in any low class American movie that needs a small town idiot sheriff, the veteran commentator thought.

A glance to his right revealed a much more welcome sight. A dark hared woman with flashing eyes, a lush body and an excited, he had to admit, even a seductive smile on her face. She wore tight shorts, knee high suede boots and an almost indecently tight tube top. Tatelou was quite a dish to be sure, but the thing that actually caused the proper Englishman to give her a second glace was her status as a world champion caliber fellatrix.

In his ear piece he could hear that bitch Minsue droning on and on with Crimson Maiden the winner of the pentathlon. Another of these ex-athletes looking to turn her Olympic gold in the last games into real dollars as a broadcaster. She should have stuck with endurance twat licking, he thought. She sure seems to have an endless supply of energy to run her mouth, no wonder she was a world champ, he thought wryly.

“And that wraps it up here at the modern pentathlon Don, we now take you to the indoor arena for the Nordic Combined” she said with a huge phony smile.

“Welcome everyone to the premier event, here at the indoor arena, the prestigious Nordic Combined. I’m Raphy and here in the booth with me today are the reigning champions Rumpled Foreskin and Tatelou,” he said in his best clipped British accent. This was the part he hated most, having to work rank armatures into the broadcast, but he was a professional and steeled himself, before turning to the rube on his left.

“Rumple, this is one of the premier events of the games, but how did it become known as the Nordic combined?” he asked, hoping the guy could at least tell him something useful.

“Well Raph, before the introduction of the blindfold the event was always taken by the Swedes. Them hot gals were all tits and ass, let me tell ya, with flowing blonde hair and the cutest faces. The rest of the world just couldn’t compete. I mean, you are standing there trying to think of Aunt Jane’s suspenders or granny & her chewing tobacco. Meanwhile a girl whose panties you couldn’t get into with a Ferrari & a sack full of cash is slobbin on your knob. Just plain weren’t fair. After the introduction of the blindfold they don’t dominate like they used too, but the name stuck.” 

“Thank you for that far too in-depth answer,” Raphy said before turning to Tatelou.

“I understand this year’s favorites are a Nordic couple,” Raphy said to Lou.

“Most definitely, the favorites are Svenskaflicka and Liar. Her technique is flawless and once the freestyle portion of the program comes up and she can use her tits, it’s generally lights out. That was my patented maneuver and if you have the cleavage, I say use it, but I wouldn’t go handing out medals just yet. I’ve done extensive training in the work out rooms these last two weeks and there is going to be some stiff competition,” she said, laughing at her own pun. He was saved from further embarrassment by the competition getting underway.

“The athletes are now making their way into the arena. Six pairs of hopefuls, all dreaming of gold. The favorites are Liar and Svenskaflicka, both truly exceptional talents. What makes them the favorites Rumple?”

“Well, can’t say much for ole Liar, but I have competed against Flicka before and let me tell you, she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. She just wraps those tig ole bittys around your shaft and unless you’re queerer than a football bat, it’s all over but the crying,” Rumple said enthusiastically, as Raphy grimaced at the colloquialisms.

“Lou?”

“Liar has great mind control. What he thinks about is a trade secret, but it’s been rumored he trains by watching Brittany Spear’s videos and has the lyrics memorized. Whatever his training regimen, his opponent will have to be really good to break his concentration,” She said as she unbuttoned the fly on her shorts and eased her hand into them. 

“Cloudy & Belegon are next, this will be their first Olympic competition together won’t it?” the flustered broadcaster asked.

“Yup. Cloudy took home the silver in the last games in the Individual Cocksucking. Belegon won the Jr. Worlds out of college in Endurance Fucking, but he hasn’t competed on this level yet.” Rumple replied, even though Raphy had his back to the man and had addressed the question to Lou, who was now masturbating in a most distracting display.

“Interesting,” Raphy said, tearing his eyes away from Lou and looking back to the arena, “Lauren-Hynde and Carl East are already warming up , their chances for gold are really dependant her artistry aren’t they, Lou?”

“Hmmmm? Oh, yes, she’s very talented, but this is her first Nordic Combined, look for her to play a more conservative game than either of the favorites,” the sexy woman replied as she bit back a moan.

“Yes, well, the field then is rounded out by the dark horse pairing of Boxlicker and Wishfulthinking. Honey and Cantdog will be competing in this their third Olympics together, they took Silver in the Stockholm games as you no doubt remember. Black Tulip and Mcfbridge are longshots, Black Tulip’s normal partner, the great Pops54, having withdrawn only last night. So there’s the field and as the couples finish their final preparations for this year’s Nordic Combined we take you now to Luck-e-leven, who is standing by live on the floor, Lucky?”

“Hello Raphy, Lou and Rumple, the atmosphere down here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The fans have been waiting since the door opened at sunup. The contestants are now stripping and I have to say the men must be very happy with the blind fold rule. I have never seen such a collection of feminine beauty and the crowd seems to agree, the flash bulbs haven’t stopped since Flicka first removed her top. Back up to you Raphy.” 

“Thank you lucky. The men are now proceeding to the racks where they will be strapped in. In first position is Liar, this year’s odds on favorite. In second position the Californian, Belegon. Third position is occupied by the dark horse of these games Boxlicker. In forth position the ever contentious Cantdog. Rounding out the field in fifth position is Mcfbridge and in sixth position is the hard luck but tenacious Carl East. Rumple, you’ve been where these men are now, what’s it like?”

“Ain’t much to it really. Got your arms locked above your head and yer feet held open enough so the girl has unimpeded access to yer pecker. The waist belt & thigh straps hold yer ass tight up against the rack, so you can’t use yer hips to throw off her timing. When the blindfold goes on, you come up with the least erotic thing you can imagine and try to keep your mind off what’s coming. When they hit you with the stay hard, you bone up and hope to hold out longer than the other bastards.”

“It seems very weighted against the males, is that true Tatelou?” Raphy said as he turned to her. He immediately wished he hadn’t, the fly of her shorts was still open and her hand was now wedged into them, gently stroking herself.

“Not really. During the forms part of the competition the women can’t use their hands at all. Deep throat without gagging, five minutes of bobbing without using teeth, proper tongue technique, etc. It only gets…awwww, shit…unfair when the freestyle part of the competition comes up, the poor guys have already been getting technically correct head for twenty minutes and the girl’s can use whatever technique they want, provided their mouth’s stay in contact with his genitals more or less.”

“More or less?” Raphy asked, trying to keep his eyes off her hand, but having little success.

“Ohhhh, fuck yes!..I mean yes, more or less. There are no really hard and fast rules, except the woman has to stay on her knees. Theoretically in the freestyle you could just give him a handjob, but you have to remember it’s a team competition and her time in getting her opponent off, is subtracted from how long her partner lasts against his opponent, so you go with whatever you think is most enjoyable to him. All the guys are going to come. If they didn’t what would be the point? So in that sense it is weighted against them,”

“And how is score determined?” Raphy asked, feeling his mouth going dry and a twitch in his trousers as Lou continued to stare excitedly into the arena and stroke her pussy. He could see the dark tuft of pubic hair and the red of her panties as she spread her legs more and became more vigorous in her motions. Her dark nipples were clearly visible behind the silk top and it was obvious she was well on her way to orgasm.

“It’s complicated and a lot of people don’t realize what all goes into it. That’s why it’s such a contentious sport. They just see which guy cums first and which girl brought him off and assume there are your winners. But it isn’t like that. Each guy is timed from the start of freestyle till he shoots. Each girl is timed from the start of freestyle until her opponent shoots. You then subtract the girl’s time in getting her opponent off from how long her counterpart was able to hold out. That just gives you a starting point. Then there are penalties in time for the basic forms and an aggregate award from the…Christ, that feels good…judges from the freestyle.”

“Well, the men are ready and the ladies are now taking their positions. Cloudy has drawn the toughest assignment, she will be in first position working against the formidable Liar, current world’s record holder. Svenskaflicka, the sweetheart of these games, has drawn a tough assignment as well in the stoic Californian, Belegon, in second position. The multi-talented Lauren-Hynde will be working on Boxlicker in position three while the epervescent and always smiling Black Tulip will be matched up against Cantdog in forth position. In fifth position the superb all around athlete Wishfulthinking should have little problem with Mcfbridge, a late substitution for the great competitor Pops54, who had to withdraw from this competition to be with his ailing parrot. And in sixth position honey 123 should have little problem with Carl East.” 

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that Raphy,” Lou interjected, “Carl is a survivor and Honey may find him more than a mouthful,”

“The officials are now applying the instant erect,” Raphy said, trying to ignore Lou, “And…they’re all up, the officials have signaled ready and the forms part of the program is under way,”

On the floor, the beautiful blonde Svenskaflicka parted her lips and engulfed Belegon’s stiff cock. She relaxed the muscles in her throat and eased forward until his pubes were tickling her nose, holding still until the official behind him raised the green flag. Sliding off, she used her tongue as much as possible, a little extra stimulation during forms could only help. She glanced to her left to see Cloudy sliding off Liar’s stiff dick. She too was still sucking and using her tongue. In sixth position Honey was having trouble. She hadn’t counted on the immense girth of Carl’s cock and gagged on it, causing the official to raise the red flag. 

“Hard luck for that little filly,” Rumple observed. 

“Quite, what went wrong Lou?”

“It happens every year Raphy. With this high level of competition it’s so hard to relax and just be natural. And in first form if you can’t relax you’re in trouble,” 

“Speaking of relaxing darling, why don’t you come over here and give the Raphster a demonstration of how a champion does it,”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Lou said, shucking her shorts and panties as she moved to kneel between Rumple’s legs. She quickly undid his fly and helped him out of the tight jeans, freeing his immense cock. The dark haired woman grasped the base and sucked the head into her mouth, with relative ease she slid down, until all ten inches were nestled in her mouth and throat.

“That’s how a champion does it boy,” Rumple said as he punched Raphy on the arm. 

“I knew I should have stuck to playing the guitar,” the Englishman muttered. 

He returned his attention to the arena where the women were finishing up with first form. He felt very much like a pervert in a peep show as he provided commentary on the various forms. 

“Oh, a deduction for Black tulip in basic bobbing, what went wrong Lou?” Raphy asked, instantly regretting it.

“Mmmmph.” 

“Thank you for that, highly intellectual reply,” Raphy replied while rubbing his eyes.

I guess it isn’t too bad, he thought. He was unable to ask Lou’s opinion on anything, since her mouth was full. On the upside Rumple seemed too involved in enjoying her skill to say anything inane. He was actually quite happy when the forms were coming to an end and he hadn’t been interrupted once by his guest commentators. 

Flicka, Lauren, Wishfulthinking and Cloudy had a perfect score in forms. Honey had managed to shake off her first mistake and made no others. Black Tulip had earned a pair of deductions, but it didn’t seem to bother her as she licked her lips and prepared for the free style.

“And that concludes the forms portion of the program. In just moments the bell will sound and the freestyle portion of the program will begin. This is what we’ve all been waiting for, all the majesty and glamour of six of the world’s finest fellatrixes showing what they can do, for a worldwide audience.”

“Might be six great cocksuckers down there, but the best is right here,” Rumple grunted as he twined his big hands in Tatelou’s hair and guided her head as it bobbed in his lap. He groaned when she raised up off his wet cock and licked from the base to the tip, dusting her pink tongue over the underside of the fluted head.

“Glad you were on my team, darling” he said, causing her to smile wickedly before sucking his head back into the warm cavern of her mouth. Raphy shook his head in disbelief, not only at their actions, but at the three green transmit lights that showed the technical crew hadn’t taken them off mic. What the hell was the producer doing? Probably too busy watching that cute blonde, Flicka to notice. On the repeater he had seen more close ups of her tits than low angle crotch shots of the cheerleaders at an America football game. At least the camera boys were on the ball, he thought.

Back on the floor each of the women waited, tense and poised to go all out. When the bell sounded they each leapt forward. 

Flicka leaned forward and trapped Belegon’s cock between her huge breasts. Holding them tight she began to bounce up and down. She bowed her head and swirled her tongue over the already purplish head. He grunted, but made no other sound. She didn’t need any, she knew the soft skin of her breasts was something most men couldn’t ignore and her tongue swirling over the head of his cock was just making it worse on him. 

Soon she could feel the tenseness in his hard body and his cock twitched on its own. She could taste the salty flavor on her tongue and knew he was getting close. Releasing her breasts, she grasped the base of the shaft and began to stroke it while she sucked the head into her mouth. He grimaced, his face a mask as he fought his orgasm, but it was a loosing battle. When the first blast of cum exploded into her mouth she pulled off and continued to stroke. The second blast spattered over her breasts as the clock behind her stopped.

When she heard the bell Cloudy grabbed Liar’s cock and began to stroke it. With her free hand she quickly inserted a finger into her wet pussy and pumped it in and out a few times. She glanced to her right and saw Flicka giving Belegon a titty fuck.

“Bitch,” the girl spat. Her own technique had nothing to do with her breasts. She used her chin to pin Liar’s large cock to his belly and began to dust the underside of the head with her tongue. Her long fingers slipped out of her pussy and she quickly found his asshole. She pressed the slick finger against the tight ring of muscle.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, caught completely off guard. That was part of her master plan, getting his mind away from whatever horrible things he had trained himself to imagine. She pressed hard and felt the ring of muscle give, allowing her finger to slide into the tight opening. She quickly found his prostate and began to massage it.

“Oh shit,” he groaned. 

The determined girl sucked his head into her mouth and began to bob, while her free hand cupped and gently massaged his balls. She felt them tighten and retract. His body was tense and she knew the signs. She pulled off, quickly releasing his balls and grabbing the shaft. A few strokes and his cock erupted, sending a blast of cum into the air. Behind her the clock stopped.

“Amazing, both position one and two have identical times,” Raphy observed.

“What? Oh, yeah amazing. Whatever. Slow down Lou, I haven’t been in training for a couple of years now,” Rumple admonished. If she heard she gave no sign. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked and one hand slowly stoked the shaft. Her free hand was between her legs, rubbing her pussy in a slow circular motion. 

Raphy did his best to ignore his guest commentators and kept his eyes on the arena. Mcfbridge was shooting his load onto Wishfulthinking’s breasts. As predicted he had been overmatched and she had managed to finish third in the time, while earning brownie points from the judges for technique. 

Black tulip was deepthroating Cantdog’s thick cock, her head moving in a very languid manner while she held his hips with her hands. Her mistakes in the forms portion had forced her to change her strategy. Getting him off quickly wasn’t as important now as picking up style points. Thus she was using only her mouth and while it wasn’t her favorite she was doing the deepthroat thing as well. She could feel his hips tensing, trying to fuck her mouth, but she held to the same steady rhythm. Soon he was grunting and making growling noises in his throat, it was only then that she picked up the pace. 

She pulled off, allowing a blast to be seen by the judges, but quickly covered the head with her mouth and gently sucked, swirling her tongue around it and swallowing his load. It might help, she thought, it might not, but with judges you could never tell and she needed all the points she could get.  

Lauren too, had gone for style over speed. A seasoned competitor she knew her opponent’s strengths & weaknesses. She had studied films of Boxlicker in the qualifiers and knew he was a dangerous opponent with more stamina than most gave him credit for. Realizing he would last longer than some of the other contestants she had adopted the same strategy as Black Tulip, using her mouth only. But, where the other girl went for swallowing points, Lauren went for the porno flick points. 

When Box began to cum she pulled off and jerked him off, aiming his cock at her face. She knew he produced a copious amount of cum and she was counting on the “money shot” mentality to pick up points. The judges were, after all, men.




The Literotica Olympics Day 09



Raphy glanced to his left. Lou was no longer sucking Rumple off, but was astride him, sliding up and down on his cock, with her back to him, as she watched the competition. 

“Different strategies, obviously. Which is better Lou?’ he asked, hoping she could answer coherently.

“Hmmm?’ she moaned. Her eyes were glassy, but she recovered when he frantically tapped the mic with his finger.

“Oh! Well, it depends on the girls,” she said in a breathy voice. 

“Care to elaborate?” Raphy prompted while rolling his eyes.

“Well, girls like Flicka and Cloudy are going strictly for time. They are both prepared to pass up style points because they know they can get a guy off quickly and time is the key component,” she said. Her commentary was interrupted by a yelp of pleasure as Rumple jerked her top up and caught her breasts, pinching the rock hard nipples.

“Lay off the breasts you manic, I’m trying to talk,” she chided.

“Sorry,” he drawled, pinching them harder and smiling.   

“Incorrigible,” she gasped, “Oh, where was I?” Speed. That’s it. Black tulip…is usually a speed girl herself, but her slip ups in the forms made her have to go for a finesse approach. It isn’t her thing, she’s so naturally enthusiastic, but really her only chance now.”

“Speaking of speed darling, how bout this?” Rumple said as his hands slipped to Lou’s hips. The tall man lunged to his feet, bending Lou over the small commentator’s counter and began to ram his cock into her.

“Shit!” she exclaimed loudly. Lou caught a hold of the counter for support and let her legs slide outward a little, making it easier for Rumple to really begin fucking her in earnest.

“Sorry Raphy,” she said apologetically, then bit her lip to stifle a ragged moan.

“Oh no, Please, please do carry on,” Raphy said sarcastically as he tossed the notes over his shoulder.

“Mmmm, like that, yeah, right there, Oh yeah, just like that,” she mumbled.

Rumple grinned. “Since Lou is a little busy, let me elaborate for you there, son. Wishful and Cloudy are finesse cocksuckers. They’re going to really polish a fellow’s cannon and play it up to the judges. What they’re banking on is combined score in forms and style points giving them the edge over the faster girls,” he said, then lapsed into silence as he concentrated on reaming Lou’s pussy.

“Are either of you coherent enough to tell our listeners which approach is better? Feel free to ignore me, of course.”

“The best approach is a balanced one,” Lou said. Rumple had stopped slamming into her and was now holding his slick cock in his hand, he pressed the head against her rear entrance.

“Not in this life buster!” She exclaimed looking back over her shoulder. He smiled sheepishly and slipped back into her pussy. 

“Lauren and Carl have the inside track to winning now. She didn’t loose an insurmountable number of seconds to Flicka and Cloudy, while she will gain a lot more in style points than either of them. And Carl has held out a lot longer than either Liar or Belegon.”

“One couple left,” Raphy commented, biting his tongue not to add “thank god”.

“Yes, I feel so bad for Honey, she’s trained so hard, but it has been an awful day for her. But I said Carl might surprise folks,”

“In or out?’ Rumple grunted.

“Out, but watch my top, it’s dry clean only.”

“Why did you think Carl would present such problems for Honey?” Raphy asked, still refusing to look at either of them.

“He’s had such a rough time, it’s easy for him to find something non sexy to concentrate on,” Lou replied.

“Doesn’t help her that he’s hung like an Arkansas mule either,” Rumple commented.

“No, for a small girl like Honey that presents a lot of problems,” Lou said as Rumple pulled out and began to shoot stream after stream of cum onto her shapely ass.

“Well, we will send you down to our own Luck-e-leven who is standing by with the contestants while these two clean up and I have a fucking smoke, Take it away Lucky,”

“Thanks Raphy, I’m here live with Lauren-Hynde and her partner Carl East. Carl, that was a simply amazing performance and a new world’s record, how did you do it?”

“Training of course. Dealing with the Government council for weeks on end doesn’t hurt either. I just imagined those smug bastards and how desperately I wanted to choke one of them. They are a frustrating lot and it’s pretty easy to keep your mind off your genitals when you are thinking about them.”

“Was there something lacking in Honey’s technique?”

“Not at all. She’s a sweet girl, matter of fact we are going out after the awards ceremony. She seems quite taken with me,” he added, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

“And you Lauren? A lot of people saw Box as a dark horse, but you handled him pretty easily.”

“He’s a man. He has a dick. He’s going to cum. I’m just that fucking good,” the Portuguese beauty said with a smile.

“Any plans for a second go round with him after the ceremony?”

“No. I’ll be entertaining an aspiring broadcaster, with proven talent in oral presentation at my place after the ceremonies.”

“Interesting, mind if I join you?”

“Not at all…”

“For fu…God’s sake, have you all gone mad?” Raphy practically screamed into his mike, “Thank you Lucky, while you arrange for a ménage a trios we bring you back to cheap hotel room central with our guest commentators Dick & Jane, who don’t even have the common decency to wait till after the ceremonies to arrange a little bumping of nasties. Tell me, you two over sexed disgraces to the broadcasting profession, can we expect any surprises in the scoring?”

“No need to get so upset parts, it’s only life, tain’t that serious no way,” Rumple said while opening a beer.

“I think the scoring is important only for determining second and third. Carl & Lauren pretty much have the gold sewed up based on his outstanding performance,” Lou said while wiggling back into her shorts.

“Well, here they come, the judges have finished scoring and this debacle is almost over.”

“Calm down hoss, want a beer? Lou?”

“I’ll take one,” the dark haired woman replied.

“Svenskaflicka,” Raphy said, regaining his composure, “Five-one, Five-three, Four-six, Five-five and Seven-one” 

“Must have a tit man on the panel, she didn’t rate better than a Five-five,” Rumple opined.

“Cloudy,” Raphy continued, simply ignoring Rumple now, “Five-two, Four-nine, Six-four, Six-six, and Seven-two,” he called, reading the scores as the judges revealed them.   “Lauren-Hynde, Eight-oh, Eight-five, Nine-oh, Nine-two, Nine-three.”

“That should be easily enough for gold,” Lou said excitedly.

“Black tulip, Nine-five, Nine-seven, Ello, what’s this? A perfect Ten?, Nine-five and Nine-seven. Is this better than she expected Lou, she seems very happy with those scores,” Raphy said, trying as hard as he could to regain some semblance of dignity.

“As I said before, she’s a speed competitor usually, she isn’t used to anything better than a seven. I don’t think it will be enough to catch up, but it has to feel good seeing a ten.”

“Wishfulthinking, Seven-seven, Eight-three, Six-nine, Eight-oh and Seven-five,” Raphy called, now staring fixedly at the judges table and willing them to hurry so he could get out of there.

“And lastly, Honey 123, Eight-eight, Seven-nine, Seven-nine, Nine-nine and Nine-eight, surprising?”

“Not really, she had a lot longer to demonstrate different techniques and thus earn points,” Lou replied.

“Well, there you have it folks, the final scores have been tallied and your winners in this year’s Nordic Combined are taking their places on the podium. Cloudy and Belegon take home the bronze, Svenskaflicka and Liar, will have to be content with silver this year. Lauren-Hynde and Carl East will take home the gold. 

Exciting action here at the indoor arena, everything we hoped it would be. For Tatelou, Rumpled Foreskin and Luck-e-leven, this is Raphy sending you back to Olympic central and an expose on the breaking story of, yet another doping scandal.” 

The transmit lights went out and Raphy sat back in his seat. After a moment he stood up and headed towards the exit from the press box.

“Raphy, we’re heading over to Olympic village for an after hours party, care to join us?’ Lou asked, as she pulled her top back down and covered her breasts.

“No thank you, my dear. I saw a pawn shop on the way in and I am going to go see if they have a six-string I can pick up. After today, I’m fairly certain I missed my calling.”



The Literotica Olympics Day 10



THE LITEROTICA OLYMPICS: DAY 10 

Rest Day: Doping Scandal Report

Olympic Sports Journal:

Literotica athletes give doping new slant  

B. Tulip

Amsterdam

Scientists from the University of Amsterdam will publish an astonishing find in The Lancet next week. Their research was aimed at the effect of vitamins and minerals on athletic performance, but they have found evidence that taking these supplements could enhance your sex life. "The results of our extensive research into the effects of various dietary supplements are beyond our wildest dreams", says Professor Dr. Less Satyr, D.M.Sc., who conducted the study together with Dr. Daniël E. Likker, D.Sc. "We all know the tales about eating oysters or eggs. There are however, substances in them that actually do work."  

Both scientists have been involved in studies relating to enhancing the body's performance before. This time their intention was to examine the effects of the various multivitamin preparations that increasing numbers of athletes are using. Due to the fact that the doping control is getting stricter with every event the use of "natural" supplements is becoming more widespread than ever. 

Who does not remember the sad tale of the one time Olympic hero Ben Johnson? His world record evoked, his gold medal taken away and finally banned for life. A competitor for this year's Literotica Olympics will think twice before using something to be found on the extensive list of prohibited substances. That list contains stimulants like various amphetamines, anabolic agents like steroids, cannabis and narcotics. And even the acceptable amount of alcohol in one's blood is now monitored for the different disciplines. 

A fact that the exuberant Honey123 seems to have overlooked. On multiple occasions she has been seen to sample the local spirits in abundance. On the other hand, her close relationship with LOC (Literotica Olympic Committee) official A7inchPhildo could explain the fact she has not yet tested positive. Sources from inside the Athens organization even testified to Mr. Phildo going down on Honey for quite some time right after the opening ceremony. It is even rumored that Ms. Honey shouted: " Lick my bowl clean, please don't stop." 

A lot of athletes have voiced their approval of the new taste test. 

Due to the strict rules and regular controls on the use of substances that will enhance the body performance or affect the endurance, more and more athletes turn to products that can give them an edge that is acceptable, or at least will not be found in urine or blood samples. Thus the tremendous increase in the use of vitamins, minerals and spores. 

"It was the firm belief in vitamins voiced by some top speed skaters, that gave us the idea for this study. We wanted to find out if we could substantiate the claims." Less Satyr is still smiling broadly at the findings he and his colleague Daniël E. Likker have come up with.

"During our study we followed a group of athletes who took multivitamin tablets in addition to a nutritious diet and we compared their performance with a control group of athletes who simply followed the same diet. After six months we started to get side effects that gave our project a whole new outlook." 

The side effect was an increase in sexual activity in the group of athletes who took the additional vitamins. After extensive testing both scientists were able to isolate a number of substances that were responsible for an increase in libido, the desire to have sex. Others were found to have an effect on the erection of the male athletes; making their erections come quicker, stay harder and allowed them to sustain an erection longer. 

It seems Daniël Likker's partner, a Ms. Claireblossom, was behind the inspiration to check the age-old aphrodisiacs for the presence of those elements. The result of that study is what has both middle aged scientists grin like a couple of juveniles. Asked if they have tested the finds of their study themselves, both men refused to comment but it is rumored that Dr. Satyr has left his wife of twenty years and is currently seeing one of the Olympic contestants, Angela146, who is said to have started an affair with Sweetnpetite. Some even have it that the successful biochemist is conducting new experiments on both ladies at the same time. Whether that is true or not, the fifty-odd scholar looks remarkably fit and energetic. 

In view of the happenings during the first half of this edition of the "Literympics" this paper deems it appropriate to share some of the results with its readers. It is, after all, right in front of your eyes, all you need is someone to tell you where to look.

Oysters, yes the number one on the list of sexy food, contain a high level of zinc, a mineral necessary for the production of testosterone. If you eat enough oysters you can give your testosterone production a boost, resulting in an increase in libido. In lay terms, whether you are a man or a woman, you will want to have sex more often. The evening before the opening ceremony there was a huge banquet with lots of oysters. Well, you have probably not yet forgotten what happened the day after at the cross-country. Tatelou and Lewdandlicentious were not even able to stop in between the judged events but screwed their way to the finish, if you'll pardon the expression.

It is a well-known fact that chocolate makes women feel happy. Now we understand why. It contains chemicals that are similar to those found in marihuana, so instead of smoking a joint, you can set the mood by sharing some chocolate. You don't believe us? The popular Abstruse has been heard to say, "I want to die from a chocolate orgasm." After which exclamation both CharleyH and Lucky-E-leven nearly jumped her on the spot, thinking she wanted to be coated in it. Well, maybe she did too.

A lot of aphrodisiacs have an appearance that resembles genitals. Probably the best example is the asparagus. This vegetable however, has more than a suggestive form. It is rich in vitamin E and the research in Amsterdam confirmed the belief that this vitamin stimulates the production of our sex hormones. Another characteristic of asparagus consumption, which is generally not mentioned, is the smelly urine it causes the next day. It is now believed that this is due to methanethiol which is composed mostly of sulfur with a splash of hydrogen, plus some carbon, a brew famous for its effect in rotten eggs, cabbages and paper mills. But the real surprise is that methanethiol is a narcotic. Have you watched the antics of ChilledVodka during the Greco-Roman wrestling? He is known for his fondness of asparagus, a preference he shares with the elusive Cloudy. Although the preferences of Ms. Cloudy are entailing more interesting habits. She frequently hints at her Native American roots, but it is strongly believed she does that in order to be allowed a regular "peace" pipe, with Honey123 among others. This newspaper knows what kind of tobacco is in there. Why isn't the LOC acting on this?

Have you ever looked at fresh figs? Really looked at them when they are cut in half? Exactly, they have a remarkable resemblance to the female genitals. Figs contain a high percentage of calcium and magnesium and are very rich in carbohydrates. That makes them a valued source of energy for athletes. Yes, of course because magnesium converts blood sugar into energy and the high level of calcium helps maintain proper nerve and muscle function. The tremendous energy boost you can get from eating figs has been quite noticeable during the various Olympic events.  Maybe you have not paid too much attention to one of the older participants? Next time you watch, keep your eye on Boxlicker101. He has a remarkable stamina for his age, which he showed clearly in the 4 x 100 relay and in the Nordic event. Some females even mentioned the fact that his behavior is sometimes close to lecherous. This paper learned from his greengrocer of more than 10 years, that Mr. Boxlicker has been starting his days with a portion of figs for the last decades. 

Another interesting item on our list is pine nuts. These are high in protein, and have been eaten in Europe and Asia since the Paleolithic period. Like most nuts they contain a lot of magnesium, potassium and arginine. We already explained what magnesium does. Arginine is an amino acid that provides nitrogen, which in turn helps ensure quicker, larger, harder, and longer-lasting erections. Have you ever wondered what Rumple Foreskin is chewing all day long? Exactly, not chewing gum. Please remember his conduct during the cross-country and don't forget he was a Nordic champion in his time. If you want some more proof, just remember the way Pop-54 kept going in the Triple.

The next compound on the list of aphrodisiacs has already been extensively researched and the evidence is overwhelming. "Numerous studies have singled out carbohydrates as a critical nutrient in endurance exercise. Most of the studies to date have shown supplementation with glucose to provide the extra staying power. We were pleased to find that honey, a 'cocktail' of various natural sugars, performed just as well", stated Professor Richard Kreider, Ph.D., director of the University of Memphis Exercise and Sport Nutrition Laboratory. 

No doubt Colleen Thomas will say she simply likes honey, apart from Ms. Hynde's honey, who is rumored to be her new lover. However, we have all seen how she bested Belegon, in more ways than one, we might add. 

Chili Peppers are hot to the taste because of the "capsaicin", a chemical that stimulates the nerve endings, raises the pulse and makes you sweat. It was always thought these physiological similarities to sexual arousal put the chiles on the list of aphrodisiacs. The real surprise is that eating hot foods also triggers the release of endorphins, those body chemicals that gives us a natural high that is conducive to love-making. Maybe you do not really need to be convinced by now, but we will state a name all the same: Destinie21. Due to her Jamaican roots she has probably been exposed to hot food from a very early age, thus ensuring her high tolerance for it and explaining her enormous sexual appetite. You'll have no trouble finding some evidence for yourself. 

Avocados may remind you of body parts, the nutrients inside them certainly have something to do with sex. Apart from the vitamin C and the iron, which are healthy anyway, the study also revealed high levels of magnesium and calcium again. We explained earlier that magnesium converts blood sugar into energy and that calcium helps maintain proper nerve and muscle function. Have you ever wondered about the way Cantdog functions? He was able to hold out quit some time at the Nordic. 

Eggs are of course the symbol for fertility and therefore closely tied in with sexuality. But again, the substances found in this incredibly interesting study are definitely doing their part in maintaining the belief. Once again a high level of calcium is found. Apart from the various vitamins, eggs also contain very high levels of phosphor and potassium. Phosphor is necessary for the building of our bones and teeth, but it is also vital for the conversion of sugar into energy, just like magnesium. It also enhances endurance. Potassium is even more critical. This mineral conducts nerve impulses and is well known for increasing athletic performance. It does something else as well. It assists in muscle contraction. Did you know Jeanne d'Artois lives in the UK these days? Ever heard of the famous English breakfast with lots of eggs every day? You should no longer be surprised by the extremely uninhibited conduct this lady displayed during the opening ceremony. We were not able to find out anything about the diet of Vella_ms, but it would not surprise us if she turned out to be a vegetarian, given her performances up till now. We merely ask you to think back to her behavior at the Greco-Roman wrestling.

Damiana, or wild yam, was used as an aphrodisiac in the ancient Mayan civilization, as well as for "giddiness and loss of balance." A Spanish missionary first reported that the Mexican Indians made a drink from the damiana leaves, added sugar, and drank it for its purported power to enhance lovemaking.

The chemical composition of Damiana leaves is complex and all components are not yet identified but analysis shows that it contains chemicals that can increase sensitivity in the genitals. Damiana also has a reputation for inducing erotic dreams, when drunk at bedtime, although that property has not been proven in clinical trials. 

Whatever the case, both Sub Joe and Minsue were observed on a regular basis with their hands between their legs. And it is a well-known fact that they both have a fondness for herbal teas which no doubt include some Damiana leaves. Please think back to the 4 x 100 relay for a minute and the gold medal winners. 

Ever since the Dutch discovered the East Indies in the 17th century, their food has been enhanced with nutmeg. Soon after that the native rumors about the aphrodisiacal properties spread to Europe as well. You can probably guess what Satyr and Likker found. Nutmeg contains a substance called "myristicine". High levels of this component have been known to cause hallucinations and excessive intake can be very dangerous. Apart from the effect of myristicine on the awareness however, there is another interesting fact. Nutmeg oil carries ethereal oils that are established as precursors for psychedelic substances like mescaline.

Oh yes, you better believe it, adding nutmeg to your diet on a regular basis makes you horny as hell. Proof is easily found by looking at contestants like Oggbashan and Edward Teach. Both men did very well during the 4 x 100 relay for instance.  

After presenting you with all these facts, it is obvious what question needs to be asked based on these findings:

WHAT IS THE LITEROTICA OLYMPIC COMMITTEE GOING TO DO ABOUT THIS FLAGRANT DISREGARD OF THE RULES? 

It is our firm belief the public has a right to fair games and we think it is no more than common decency to increase the number of taste tests. If necessary before and after every event. 

The aforementioned inside sources confirm that Mr. A7inchPhildo agrees with our stance and it's likely that his colleagues will not raise objections either. Let's hope the LOC knows its responsibility and acts in a timely manner. 

Note from the editor: the fact that the writer of this article happens to be of Dutch descent is entirely accidental and the chief editor likes to express his firm belief that Black Tulip is completely nutmeg free.

I would like to end this article with a very strong warning. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! The various substances and chemicals are for real. But nothing was said about the necessary amounts or the sometimes very nasty side-effects due to huge quantities.



The Literotica Olympics Day 11



”Welcome all, to the 11th day of the Literotica Olympics!Today, we’ll watch the Literotica version of Javelin throwing, namely Dildo throwing!”

“We, that is to say oggbashan, Tatelou, and I, Lucifer Carroll, will be your commentators today, and I daresay we can promise you a very exciting day, isn’t that so, Lou?

“Absolutely, you horny devil! This year’s competition’s gonna be very hard, seeing as we have several high-ranked women competing. Back to you, ogg!”

“Thank you, Lou. And here we see the contestants marching out on the field. The first out, in a sparkling sequined bikini in red, white and blue, is Colleen Thomas! Following rather obscenely behind her, we have lucky-E-leven… oh, now I can see why she’s walking so close to Colleen Thomas; lucky’s chosen a Lady Godiva look, but her hair isn’t long enough!”

“Lucifer, quit drooling into microphone! We’re getting electric disturbances!”

“Sorry, Lou.”

“Go on, ogg.”

“Thank you, Lou. Number 3 in the field is a favorite among the gamblers; Svenskaflicka claims that since she only see her Hubby 4 times a year, she’s been forced to play with dildos so much that they now feel like an extension to her arms!”

“Yep, she’s been ranked Most Likely To Win by all polls.”

“Cute nightie she’s got on. Blue and transparent. And the golden panties are a nice touch.”

“Number 4, Black Tulip, in a black neglige, enters the field and takes her place.”

“There’s been a lot of talk about whether she would be here or not. Apparently, she’s suffered from injuries – her hard training for the event has given her a case of tennis arm. Lucifer, put that thing back!”

“Sorry, Lou.”

“Number 5, another favorite, is Lauren Hynde, and… what is THAT?”

“I think it’s a bast-fibre skirt, ogg. Lauren Hynde’s going for a Hawaiian look.”

“Oh, thank goodness! For a while, I thought I witnessed a Portuguese fashion for pubic hair…”

“Lucifer, what are you doing?”

“Just checking YOUR pubes, Lou… mmmph…”

“Will you… oh! Ooooh… OK…. Ehm, you were saying, ogg?”

“Our final contestant is coming out onto the field in a black catsuit – oh, those can NEVER be real! She calls herself `Miss XXX´ – can’t say that I’ve ever heard of her, but from the looks of the things, I’d say she must be Bulgarian or something. A very butch woman.”

“Butch woman? Where? Where?”

“Lucifer, get back to what you were doing!”

“Yes, Lou. Mmmmm…”

“And now we begin the actual competition! The girls are in place, and they’ve all got their dildos. First out is Colleen Thomas. She backs up a bit… she runs… she throws! Oh, that’s GOOD! The functionaries run over to measure the length… 19 meters! Outstanding!”

“She looks happy with the results. Oh, yessssss…”

“So do you, Lou. And now, number 2, lucky-E-leven! She runs… she throws… not bad, not bad at all! Let’s see… 17 meters! She’s beaten her personal best!”

“But Colleen is still in the lead.”

“Turn around, Lou. Yeah, like that. Aaaahh…”

“Mmmm, yes, don’t stop!”

“And here’s our favorite, Svenskaflicka! Listen to the crowd, they’re moaning in ectasy! Just like you two…”

“Oh, oh, yes! Yes! Oh! What did you say, ogg?”

“Nothing, Lou, nothing. OK, Svenska steps up… she raises the dildo… but what’s this? Svenska throws herself to the ground and starts masturbating! The functionaries are trying to reason with her, but it’s no use. Apparently, Svenska’s grown so fond of using her dildos that she can’t bare herself to throw one away! Well, this is an unexpected turn of events! The favorite has been disqualified!”

“Maybe she needs a mercy fuck?”

“Not until you’ve finished fucking ME!”

Number 4 now, Black Tulip. Oh, I see she’s chosen to use her other arm. I think the rumors about her tennis arm were true. She backs up… and there’s the throw! Oooh, it’s long!”

“So’s this…”

“Why, thank you, Lou.”

“18 meters! Black Tulip beats lucky-E-leven for the second place, and shows that she’s as good with both arms.”

“Oh, I can’t take much more, Lucifer! Oh, it’s so good..!”

“I’m coming! Turn around, turn around!”

“And number 5, Lauren Hynde, steps up to the plate! She doesn’t even back up, she just waves her arm round and round – must be the Portuguese style – and she throws! Oh, my God! That’s incredible! The functionaries are running… 23 meters! Lauren Hynde takes the lead, when it’s only one contestant left!”

“Ooooh!”

“Yeah, come on my tits!”

“Miss XXX picks up the dildo between her thumb and index finger – she seems disgusted by it – but how’s she gonna be able to throw like that? She backs up… she runs… she throws! I don’t believe this!”

“What a throw!”

“32 meters? Can it be true? There’s gonna be a doping test, that’s for sure… but what’s this? Miss XXX pulls of a mask and a wig! It’s… it’s LIAR!”

“A man in the dildo throwing contest???”

“He’s disqualified! That means the winner is Lauren Hynde, with Black Tulip in second place, and Colleen Thomas as third.”

“And now, over to our reporter on the field, ABSTRUSE!”

“Thank you, Lou. I’m standing here with Liar, who’s been disqualified. Liar, why did you do this?”

“Because I hate dildos! They are our rivals! Dildos are the enemy!!!”

“And there you have it. Over to you, ogg.”

“And that concludes day 11 of the Literotica Olympics. Thank you.” 



The Literotica Olympics Day 12



Event: Triathlon

The twelfth day of competition in the Literotica Olympics began with a beautiful sunrise and temperatures in the mid seventies. Large crowds of spectators crowded the gorgeous white sand beaches of Hawaii as a gentle breeze blew in off the bright blue waters of the Pacific. People from various countries, sexual proclivities, fetishes and different walks of life gathered in a cordoned off section of beach to bear witness to the first ever Literotica Olympics Triathlon.

Gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes littered the beach, clad in the skimpiest of bathing suits, leaving very little to the imagination, causing men everywhere to stop and stare. They stood in small groups comparing notes on all of the fine feminine flesh surrounding them and gauging the likelihood that they might get lucky. A few stray surfers drifted in the water, waiting for the next ripe wave. The most prominent sound was the random call of the seagulls that circled aimlessly overhead.

The crackle of speakers interrupted the song of the gulls as a deep sexy voice billowed from them. Rumple Foreskin announced that the competing teams would soon be taking their places on the beach and that now would be a good time to grab a beer and find a good seat. A recorded sound byte then droned on explaining the ins and outs of the contest to anyone willing to listen.

Sweetsubsarahh sat in the corner of her tent and hungrily eyed her teammate Honey123 who was pacing the floor, replaying their strategy in muffled mumbles to distract herself from the mounting tension. Honey pulled the tent flap aside, peered out at the growing crowd and sucked in a nervous breath, feeling her belly tense and a mild wave of nausea sweep through her. Her body stiffened at the feel of fingernails dragging along her scalp, down her neck and over her spine, stopping at the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

"Nervous, Honey?" Sarahh asked in a low airy voice, jarring the fit brunette from her anxious thoughts.

Honey turned to her teammate and was just about to speak when a soft fingertip covered her parted lips.

"Look at it this way. Win or lose, we're going to have a hell of a good time," Sarahh explained and dragged a blood-red fingernail over the smaller woman's chin, neck and chest.

Rumple's voice drifted out of the loud speakers and into the tent, asking the contestants to make their way to their respective blanket on the beach.

"Showtime!" Sweetsubsarahh said excitedly and tweaked Honey's nipple through her bathing suit as she walked past her and out of the tent.

A hearty round of applause filled the beach as three teams of beautiful women emerged from their tents and reached their places next to large color coded beach blankets. Rumple introduced the first couple as the blue team and all eyes turned to the two ladies stationed at the royal blue blanket. A tall, dark-skinned woman stepped forward and raised her hand to the crowd, identified by Rumple as Cloudy the Warrior Princess. She then reached behind her neck, untied the string bikini and dropped it beside her in the sand before untying the sides of her bikini bottoms and adding them to the pile.

The small blonde behind her was then identified as Vella_ms and she moved to stand before Cloudy who slipped her fingers beneath the thin black straps at Vella's shoulders and slid them down her arms, revealing a beautiful vine and violet tattoo that snaked along her body. Vella stood motionless as the exotic native steadily pulled the solid black one-piece down her body until it reached her ankles, where she simply stepped out of it in all her naked glory.

A hushed silence fell over the crowd when Cloudy traced her fingers along the path of the blonde's tattoo, beginning at her right ankle, up her shapely leg, over her hip and around her ribs, cupping Vella's small pert breast in her hand where the tattoo ended. The blonde's calm countenance and pale skin provided a sharp contrast to her partner's bronzed flesh and made a sexy statement, hinting at the dominance and power of the earthy woman behind her. A cool breeze drifted along the beach and the smaller woman's nipples grew hard but to those watching, there was no doubt about the origin of such a reaction.

When Rumple began speaking again his voice cracked like a pubescent teenage boy's, bringing a giggle to Cloudy's lips. He then cleared his throat, placing his arousal aside for the moment, and moved onto the next team's introductions.

"The red team consists of a veteran Olympiad and a newcomer to not only the Triathlon but the Olympics themselves. Ladies and Gentlemen it is my pleasure to introduce you to the eight time gold medal winner, Miss Colleen Thomas."

The petite woman remained at her teammate's side and appeared embarrassed at having so many people's attention directed at her. The beautiful woman beside her smiled wide at Colleen's shyness and gently urged the slight woman forward, her hand at the small of the redhead's back. Colleen moved her hand to her shoulder, partially covering herself and indicating her discomfort as a healthy blush swept up her neck and settled in her cheeks. Despite her awkwardness before a crowd, she was a vision in the royal blue bikini that sparkled brightly in the midday sun.

Her long legs were off-set by the almost indecently high-cut bikini bottoms with black ties at her hips. A light dusting of freckles covered her flat tummy, leading up to full creamy breasts where the blue top covered her well but still provided a delicious amount of cleavage to peek above the top of the cups. An uncomfortable silence followed and her green eyes shifted up to the announcer's booth, where Rumple was obviously waiting for her to remove the sexy suit. When she made no move to discard her covering he continued the introductions.

"Colleen's lovely teammate has precious little experience, but something tells me that she'll walk away with more experience than she can wrap her mind around after competing with the talented Ms. Thomas today. Please welcome Literotica's very own, Minsue."

The gentle blonde stepped forward and waved at the crowd, her excitement evident when her generous breasts jiggled as a result of her enthusiastic waving. She then stood there with a huge grin on her face until a well manicured fingernail tapped her on the shoulder. Minsue turned bright blue eyes to her teammate and suddenly realized everyone was waiting for her to ditch her lucky suit, complete with embroidered goose just above her left breast. She giggled loudly, turned back to the crowd, shrugged her apologies and unceremoniously pulled the shiny silver shoulder straps down and pushed the suit over her hips, letting it fall to the sand around her ankles.

Deftly lifting it with one foot she looked ready to toss the garment aside only to have it snatched from her grasp by her teammate. Minsue turned questioning eyes on the petite redhead and watched in aroused embarrassment as Colly pressed the crotch of the silver suit to her nose and inhaled deeply. A few loud whistles from the crowd distracted her then and when she looked back she found the smaller woman staring at her with undisguised lust in her eyes.

"Oh boy," Rumple began. "Let's continue on to the yellow team before things go any further with the red team. The lovely auburn-haired woman you see is Sweetsubsarahh, a relative newcomer to this event but one with a solid reputation for enjoying such competition to the fullest."

Sarahh stepped forward and cocked her head slightly to one side, her auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. A sexy grin graced her lips as she reached to the center of her white men's dress shirt. She proceeded to unbutton the large shirt one tiny button at a time until it split in the middle just slightly. She then parted the crisp fabric and placed her palms flat against her sides revealing her gorgeous breasts, flat abdomen and clean shaven pussy. Her blue eyes sparkled as she made deliberate, pointed eye contact with several of the spectators.

"God what I wouldn't give..." Rumple said hungrily before catching himself and clearing his throat again to continue in a more self-assured manner. "Where was I? Oh yes, the yellow team. Sweetsubsarahh will be competing with the beautiful and talented Honey123 today. Honey is a tremendous all around athlete and those of you that were fortunate enough to be present at the Fencing competition can attest to her renowned athleticism."

The bubbly brunette stepped up behind her teammate, reaching around Sarahh's shoulders and pulled the shirt from her body quickly. A volley of miscellaneous cat-calls leapt from several men in the crowd and Honey stepped forward to take a sweeping bow. She then stood straight and confidently discarded the skimpy red bikini she'd been wearing. Sarahh watched in fascination as her teammate grew bold beneath the appreciative stares of the crowd as they surveyed her toned, well-muscled body.

"There you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen. The six top contenders for the final heat of the Triathlon. Many have come... Heh, and boy have they come, but standing before you now are the best of the best," Rumple explained, his voice clearly showing his audience that he was smiling wide as he continued.

"Ladies, please notice the toy boxes at the head of your beach blankets and be reminded that only one item from the box can be used in this competition. Three climaxes must be achieved by each team using a different technique each time before the clock stops and the scores are tallied."

Each team made their way to the large toy box assigned to them and all but the blue team put their heads together to discuss which item they'd be reaching for when the time came. Several onlookers scratched their heads in wonder when Cloudy strolled over to the box, took out a flat black object and placed it under the corner of the blue blanket. She then sat down on the lid of the box and leaned back on her hands. Her head fell back and long sable hair swayed in the breeze as her breasts poked back at the sun beaming down on her. Vella obediently knelt beside the beautiful native and sat silently, watching the woman before her. 

While the other two teams went over their strategies again and whispered in secret, three judges emerged and took up their stations at the foot of each colored blanket. Just this year, the World Association of Triathletes decided to change their rule books to allow for male judges, as the female judges were far too particular about what they deemed a good performance. 

Men simply enjoyed girl/girl sex no matter how it happened and were fairly effective at determining a fitting score for each orgasm as it happened. A three score indicated that there was no chance in hell they could have wrung such a reaction out of the woman. A two score represented a climax that they thought themselves capable of but had only achieved a handful of times. Climaxes scoring a one were the kind they saw most regularly in their own sexual endeavors.

Ironically enough, the head judge of the competition, holding executive power over the other three judges was Liar. His name belied his true nature, for he was anything but dishonest. The dashing Swede sat high atop a lifeguard tower where he could look down on his three judges as well as each team of women. He raised a large blue and yellow flag, signaling the teams to take their places and ready themselves for the green flag.

He then pointed down at each of his judges in turn, Lucifer_Carroll, Belegon and Cheerful Deviant. When each man had given the thumbs up signal, Liar reached for a large green flag and lifted it high in the air. A massive clock at the base of his tower ticked over one second and the competition was under way. The onlookers cheered and three beautiful women appeared from behind the judge's tower.

Each woman was tall, thin, large busted, wearing the tiniest of string bikinis and ridiculously high heels. Because the event was taking place on American sand, each woman's bikini bottom carried the logo of a major beer company. The women then strutted a proud path around each blanket, holding a large white square, bearing the number one in its center, high above their head. It was a bit comical that this was the same method for identifying rounds in boxing matches but fitting none the less.

A loud slapping noise came from the blue blanket where Cloudy had taken Vella over her lap and was spanking her soundly with a black leather paddle. The small blonde's face contorted with each strike, her eyes squinting tightly shut and her mouth set in concentration as the next stinging slap was delivered to her round bottom. A woman in the front row gasped at the sight, her hand flying to her mouth conveyed her shock that such treatment would be used in order to arouse someone.

A short time later, however, the same woman could be seen tracing a fingernail around her nipple as Vella's hips pressed into Cloudy's lap, desperately seeking some kind of pressure to ease the urgent need in her pussy. The initial grimace on her face was gone, replaced by an unmistakable expression of bliss even as tears spilled down her soft cheeks. The tall native then stopped the punishment and dragged the soft deerskin tassels, hanging from the handle of the paddle, over Vella's smooth backside, soothing the bright red skin and further increasing the blonde's need for release.

"What do you say, Vella?" Cloudy barked at the petite woman across her lap.

"Thank you, Mistress. Please continue. I'm so close," Vella replied in a throaty growl as the tip of the soft material teased the moist flesh at her entrance.

Cloudy immediately landed two more powerful blows on the blonde's ass, pausing to maneuver her teammate's sex over her thigh. Vella quickly settled herself over Cloudy's leg and rested her forehead against the blue blanket just beside the exotic woman's foot.

"Cum for me, Vella. The time is now," Cloudy commanded, applying a flurry of quick strikes to the smaller woman's ass.

Vella's fingers shot straight out at the initial pain, but immediately curled back in, clutching the blanket. The frenzied rhythm of her hips grinding into Cloudy's thigh was a testament to the pleasure coursing through her tiny frame. The next solid blow proved to be her complete undoing as her torso shot up, her head tilted back, followed by a primal scream as both extremes of pleasure and pain collided inside resulting in a massive explosion that racked her rigid body for several long seconds.

She was a sight to behold at that very moment, her beautiful face raised to the sun, mouth half open as untold things exploded inside. Her profile, featuring her upturned face and the erotic curve of her spine, would grace the covers of newspapers around the globe the following morning as Lucky-E-leven, Literotica's chosen photographer, lay in the hot sand and captured the tremendous moment on film. Cloudy leaned back on her hands and took in the sexiest display of controlled chaos known to man, that of a woman gripped by climax.

The red team's judge stood up carefully when Vella collapsed onto the blanket, panting wildly as her orgasm began to subside. Poor Belegon was trying so hard not to trigger the release of his stiff cock that he didn't even have the wherewithal to be embarrassed by the prominent tent in his khakis. Slowly but with absolute confidence, he raised his lollipop score stick, indicating that the red team had completed round one and earned a score of three in the process.

Twenty yards down the beach, the Round Two bimbo had just completed her lap around the yellow blanket as Sweetsubsarahh and Honey123 kissed passionately. Lucifer_Carroll lowered his number two scoring stick and took a long drink of ice water to cool down after watching Sarahh straddle Honey's face and ride to a wild climax. The tall auburn-haired woman reluctantly broke the kiss, licked Honey's lips, tasting her own juices there and finally crawled over to their toy box.

Honey rolled to her belly and looked up to see her teammate buckling on a black leather strap-on harness, complete with a huge rubber cock. Her soft brown eyes opened wide at the realization that the large member would soon be lodged firmly in her small body, and though she knew it was part of their game plan, she hadn't expected the equipment to be so big. Sarahh looked down at the slender woman, and traced her tongue along her lips as she stroked the black phallus several times for effect.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Sarahh asked arrogantly as she moved to kneel beside her teammate.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Honey answered on a sigh and began to roll to her back.

"Oh, no you don't," Sarah scolded and pushed Honey back to her stomach before spreading the smaller woman's legs and knee-walking in between them.

Honey turned around quickly, a wild look of fear in her eyes and was about to protest when a long slender finger slid into her pussy. A sudden moan of surprise replaced her objections and she drew her knees up slightly, looking very much like a frog. Sarahh wound her arm under Honey's middle and lifted the tiny brunette's hips off the blanket, positioning her ass directly in front of the massive cock at her middle.

Honey pushed up on her hands and the next thing she felt was the cool tip of her teammate's cock sliding up and down the length of her slit. The cool, smooth contact blotted out any fears she may have had about her ability to handle the large weapon. Her excitement over being watched by so many people caused her to push back when it nestled against her entrance.

Sweetsubsarahh smiled, knowing exactly how the smaller woman was feeling and wrapped her hand around the cock to keep it on target as she began pressing forward with her hips. Honey's pussy was so wet that the bulbous head slipped in quickly, followed by the next two inches. Her eyes flew open wide as her body recognized the sudden fullness and a sharp gasp was heard by all. Sarahh withdrew just slightly and when the petite woman whimpered in disappointment, the auburn-haired woman thrust forward quickly, sinking the entire length of the dildo balls deep in Honey's pussy.

"Oh my God!" Honey exclaimed as the smooth leather harness contacted her ass.

"Yes, say your prayers Honey," Sarahh teased as she withdrew slowly before plunging her hips forward and burying the cock deep inside the brunette's body yet again.

The small woman's elbows gave out and her head collapsed on the blanket, leaving her gorgeous ass poking back at her teammate who had taken up a rhythm of long steady strokes in and out of her slender body. Several men in the crowd untucked their shirts or pulled towels over their laps as their hands reached down to stroke their own rigid tools. Sarahh noticed a rather good looking fellow leaned back on one hand, staring at her, his eyes as big as saucers and his hand going wild beneath a beach towel as she fucked her teammate's pussy.

In her no-nonsense, oh so coy manner she winked at the man, pointed to him and mouthed, "You're next," indicating to him that she'd gladly do his ass when she had finished with Honey. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and the redhead reached up and tweaked her nipples as she watched his toes point straight out and his breathe catch in his throat as he came with a shudder. A satisfied laugh bubbled up in her throat and she winked at him when he raised embarrassed eyes to her once more. Returning her attention to the squirming brunette on the end of her cock, Sarahh wrapped her fingers around Honey's hips and slammed into her forcefully again and again, fucking the breath right out of the smaller woman.

A loud air horn sounded off somewhere up the beach, honking out the tune Yankee Doodle, and the loud speaker clicked on seconds before Rumple's scolding voice boomed through the air, "Abs! You know better than that! Cut it out!"




The Literotica Olympics Day 12



Several snickers flitted through the crowd, but the funny moment was short-lived when Honey pushed back up on her hands and began thrusting herself back on Sarahh's massive cock.

"Oh yeah," she yelped. "Give it to me, you sexy bitch! Fuck me harder!"

It was Sarahh's turn to be surprised by her teammate and the challenging tone in Honey's voice fueled the fire within her to carry the tiny athlete to the ragged peaks of pleasure and forcefully push her over the edge into a sea of pure bliss. Her clit was taking a delicious beating as the base of the cock pressed into it on every solid down stroke and she felt the stirrings of her own orgasm begin in her abdomen.

"You like that, do ya'?" Sarahh grunted as she pounded into Honey again and again, causing the smaller woman's breasts to leap forward each time her hips slapped into the brunette's ass.

"Yessss! Ohhh... Oh God, yes!" Honey moaned, her knuckles going white as she clenched two handfuls of the yellow blanket beneath her.

Sarahh was breathing hard and a bead of sweat trickled down her chest and over her heaving belly as her body heat increased with the exertion of fucking her partner good and hard. She thrust into Honey over and over and was rewarded by the sound of a strong moan rising up from the blanket and growing in volume until the tiny brunette cried out in ecstasy.

"Oh Sarahh! I'm c-c-cumming!" Honey stammered as she thrust back one final time, the large black cock filling her pussy completely and sending her into a fit of gasping and moaning.

Sarahh either didn't notice or didn't care that her teammate was teetering on the edge of consciousness because she continued plowing into Honey's pussy at lightning speed. Sweat covered her body and several loose strands of hair clung to her face, one catching in the corner of her mouth, creating a very sexy picture of a woman on a mission. Her thrusts became short quick jerks and the final straw was known to all when her spine went ramrod straight, her head fell back, and a lusty wail flew from her lips.

Every man in the crowd stood in awe of what they'd just seen and there was an unusually long delay in applause as they all mentally pinched themselves to be sure they were really awake. Finally someone let out a billowing WHOOP, pulling the rest of the crowd from their lust induced trances and bringing forth a roaring cheer. Lucifer shook his head in disbelief and shuffled through his scoring sticks, seemingly unable to settle on which woman to score or how to score her.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he stood up and raised all three sticks into the air, sending the crowd into an even louder frenzy. He then looked up at Liar who chuckled, understanding his judge's predicament but still shaking his head in denial at the combined score of six. Lucifer nodded and laughed, pulling the three out and holding it high overhead. Neither orgasm on its own merited a three, but he figured they each deserved a two and since he couldn't award them a four, three would be a super compromise.

A sharp whistle rang out from the red blanket and all eyes turned to see Colleen slide her fingers out of her mouth, ceasing the shrill noise before then pressing her index finger to her luscious lips, requesting they tone it down a bit. The crowd stared in disbelief at the petite woman in a sparkly blue bikini that had been so shy at the beginning of the competition she could barely be bothered to breathe. Yet here she was demanding decorum from the sexually charged crowd.

Minsue knew of her teammate's propensity for seriousness, but stared up at the normally shy redhead in shock. Smiling green eyes returned her gaze and a sexy half grin pulled at the corner of Colleen's mouth before she leaned over the stunned blonde and kissed her nose.

"Tis okies, sweetie. I'm about to destroy your current definition of oral sex and in order to do that I need to hear you, not them."

Minsue whimpered and the look on her face shifted from amazed to confused to apprehensive in a matter of seconds. Colleen giggled and placed a soft reassuring kiss on the blonde's lips before kissing over her chest and sucking a nipple into her warm wet mouth. Minsue still looked apprehensive, but the skilled tongue at her breast was doing plenty to turn that around. Colleen moved to her other breast and licked a long slow path along the underside of it, bringing Minsue's hands into her auburn locks as she reacted to the gentle attention.

The shy redhead was completely unaware of her surroundings and grew bolder with every lick. Nothing existed for Colleen but the woman beneath her hands and lips. The result of this was an intense concentration, allowing all of her senses to hone in on what brought a positive reaction from her lover. The woman on the receiving end of such focus was growing short of breath and seemed confused as to what she should be doing with her hands, as they moved from one place to the next, never remaining in one place for more than a few seconds.

This did not go unnoticed by the redhead and she smiled up at the blonde between kisses, working her way down the blonde's abdomen. Minsue held her breath when Colleen's lips kissed over the top of her mound and she raised her head to peer down her body. Curious blue eyes met mischievous green eyes in the same instant that Colleen's tongue slipped between Minsue's outer lips, causing the unsuspecting woman to gasp and drop her head back to the blanket.

Ordinarily, Colleen would have spent a great deal of time lazily exploring and learning every tiny nuance of the woman beneath her, but this was the Olympics and she was not afforded the luxury of time. She had already gained a good bit of knowledge from her teammate during the previous two rounds, however, and she prepared to use every bit of it to her advantage. Scooting down to lie on her tummy, she squirmed just slightly, molding the warm sand under the blanket to the shape of her body and settling into position.

As she did this, Minsue seemed to relax and her breathing had just returned to normal when she heard, "Psst..." being whispered from between her legs. She raised her head once again and the sheer anticipation of what the gorgeous woman might ask of her made her head swim.

"I want you to watch. Just as long as you can, okay?" Colleen asked and watched as Minsue nodded mechanically.

The little blonde was nearly beside herself with excitement as Colleen's breath blew over the small triangle of pale curls covering her mound. The subtle caress brought a wave of goose bumps over Minsue's flat belly, but she didn't notice anything but the look in Colleen's eyes as the small woman stared back at her hungrily. Just when Minsue was beginning to wonder what would happen next, the previously shy redhead winked at her and then flattened her tongue at the bottom of her slit, slowly licking up the length of it.

Minsue exhaled quickly as the soft wet surface of Colleen's tongue glided over her slick lips, parting them from bottom to top and delving in to graze her clit quickly. The blonde's hips jerked involuntarily at the sudden touch of the redhead's tongue to her sensitive clit and her eyes pinched shut as the tiny nub reacted with startling speed. Colleen grinned even as her tongue continued its languid massage of Minsue's pussy.

The blonde tried her best to keep her eyes on the woman bringing her such pleasure, but was rendered helpless as Colleen's tongue teased at her entrance and quickly pushed inside. Minsue's head whipped back exposing her neck, her pulse pounding wildly just below her jaw. Her tongue poked out, the tip curling up and touching her top lip as Colleen's tongue pushed deeper inside her, stroking her in the most wonderful way.

Several women in the crowd shifted in their chairs, desperately trying to produce some kind of friction in their own pussies, while some women openly slid their fingers beneath the waistband of their bikinis for a more direct approach. Nearly all male spectators seemed to have trouble deciding where to look. The action on the red blanket was intense and stimulating but once in a while the breeze would pick up and the distinct smell of a woman's arousal wafted past, inciting them to survey the women sitting around them and wonder just which one's scent it was.

Minsue, normally a very quiet and reserved lover, appeared possessed by invisible forces and moaned loudly as Colleen's tongue laved over her exposed clit. Her hips began to jog, their movements growing surer with every passing second. Her breathing came in stops and starts and a hush fell over the beach. Even the birds seemed aware of the sexual tension below and were eerily silent. All eyes were fixed on the two women, writhing and moaning on the red blanket.

A glistening sheen of sweat covered their bodies, their moans harmonized, the end was near. Minsue's hips began a slow rolling motion, different from their previous jogging and from the side the pair seemed to be one. Colleen's mouth never broke contact, even as the blonde's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her in so tightly that at times it was impossible to breathe.

Completely in her element, Colleen recognized the signs of her partner's pending release and sealed her lips over Minsue's pussy. She sucked the blonde's firm nub into her mouth and went crazy on it with her tongue, lashing it again and again. Her fingernails gently stroked Minsue's hips, drawing the sensations in the writhing woman's pussy out across her middle. A gasp flew from the blonde's lips, followed by a soulful cry as her back arched completely off the blanket. The weight of her body was supported only by her head and her ass as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her lithe frame as steady and timeless as those waves rolling onto the beach just behind them.

Cheerful_Deviant reached for the number two scoring stick, but froze when Minsue's upper body launched off the beach, another powerful climax ripping through her and eliciting a scream of surprise. Colleen never faltered, though her teammate writhed and moved beneath her. Her movements were sure and direct; she knew exactly what she was doing. Minsue fell back to the blanket, her chest heaving rapidly as she struggled for breath, her hands plowing through her hair as though the action could bring her the sanity she'd lost along the way.

She begged softly, "No, please. Please, no more. I don't think I can take it."

Still Colleen continued, unfazed by the blonde's pleas for mercy. She used the tip of her tongue to brush over the top of Minsue's clit, moving faster and faster until the blonde's hands attempted to push her away. The little redhead reached up and grasped Minsue's wrists in her hand, holding them to the whimpering woman's belly as she continued her ministrations.

Minsue's knees came up to rest beside Colleen's shoulders and they could easily be seen quivering violently as the mind-numbing pleasure grew in the center of her body. Not a word was spoken anywhere on the beach at that moment. The only sounds at all came from the persistent lapping of waves on the shore and the moans from the women of the red team.

Quizzical expressions passed over the onlooker's faces as one of Colleen's legs bent at the knee, her foot rising from the blanket, toes pointing to the sky. Moments later her other foot raised in exactly the same fashion. Liar recognized the signature move first and moved to the edge of his chair, his heart pounding, his mouth suddenly dry. The Colleen Countdown, he thought to himself. Three, two... He swallowed hard, and then it happened. One!

Both of the redhead's tiny feet snapped to the blanket, followed by Minsue's hips completely leaving the ground. Colleen held on tightly, her hands wrapped around the blonde's thighs, as she was carried several inches off of the blanket by her spasming partner. Minsue's body arced beautifully and held for several long seconds before collapsing lifeless onto the blanket, Colleen's mouth never leaving her.

Nobody moved. Judges, photographers and spectators alike stood frozen in awe of the spectacle they'd just witnessed. As with a movie, the entire beach was temporarily on pause. Minsue's body laid motionless, save for the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing slowed. No visible movement came from the petite redhead between her legs, though she was eagerly lapping up the rewards of her labor.

And then, just before things got really creepy, she raised her head. Her lips glistened brightly in the sun and the smile on her face left no doubt as to who had just claimed Gold. Cheerful_Deviant placed his hands over his chest as though he could slow the hammering of his heart from the outside, and then shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Reaching for his score sticks and smiling, he lifted the number three and the beach exploded into wild cheers. Fireworks went off overhead and half of the red team enjoyed the knowledge that they had earned every possible point that day. The other half lay in a heap, oblivious to the commotion going on around her and wearing the prettiest little smile of complete surrender.

Colleen gingerly crawled up the length of Minsue's body and curled up beside her, pulling the sides of the large red blanket over them as the blonde slept on. Security linked hands to keep the crowd and reporters at bay and allow the winners their moment in the sun. The scores were posted on a large board near the announcer's stand and Rumple stood up from his chair, looking down on the previously prepared closing statements he'd typed the night before.

Looking out onto the beach again and finding the couple wrapped up in the red blanket, his eyes met the sparkling green eyes of Colleen. A chuckle shook his shoulders and she winked back before resting her head against her sleeping teammate's shoulder. Rumple looked to his notes once more before turning his back on the mic and walking out of the announcer's booth, closing the door gently behind him.



The Literotica Olympics Day 13



Event: Gymnastics

In the Olympics world there is a multi-event event known as Gymnastics where prepubescent girls show off their stretchiness. In the Literotica world, there is Bondage Gymnastics where women of legal age show off much much more.

“All right then, welcome to the Literotica Dungeon. I’m Tom Gunn, and with me is my colorful commentator Dick Gently, and an old expert of the games, Harry Reasons. Glad to have you both with me.”

“Thank you, but I’ve told you a million times, We’re not gay,” Dick replied curtly. “Now, Harry, you brought home the gold in 1984, tell us what we’ll be seeing tonight.”

“What the hell are you two babbling about? We’ve been watching the events for days. This is the final run for all the participants. Have you been snorting coke all this time?!?”

Dick raised himself from the line on his desk guiltily, “Um, it’s medicinal really.”

“And I’m a moron,” Tom said flashing a million-dollar smile at the TV camera. “Well, let’s meet the judges.”

“Did they break you both out of the zoo? What’s wrong with both of you,” Harry screamed losing his patience.

“Well, Tom,” Dick said interrupting Harry’s rant. “From Scotland, we’ve got the giant Oggbashan. There was some contestation earlier about him having an influence in the event wasn’t there Harry?”

“What,” Harry said completing his rant. “Yes, yes. One of the contestants, a Jeanne D’Artois was disqualified from the event when she was discovered to be a figment of Oggbashan’s imagination. There is a 1992 Olympic code banning figments of a particular judge’s imagination from competing in the events to limit conflicts of interests.”

“This was after the Terri Neverwas incident, wasn’t it,” Dick said falsely interested.

“Yes. Her gold medal was revoked when it was discovered that the Chinese judge had invented her. The series of 10s she had received from the judge were disqualified and the Chinese are no longer allowed to have judges here at the Bondage Gymnastics.”

“Fascinating,” Tom said never letting his eyes leave the camera. “But why is Oggbashan still judging.”

“I told you an hour ago before we got into that debate on Keats.”

“Shut up, on air I’m a moron or they fire me so just repeat the banality for our mindless TV audience and limit your verbosity because they’re all dumber than a…I mean, Keats was an exhibition event wasn’t it?”

“Whatever, Tom. Well, what happened was they were going to enforce the law, but Oggbashan said he’d lift his kilt at the first man who tried and no underpaid security guard wants to grapple with that particular monster.”

“Next is one of the two judges from the UK. He’s looking quite suave in his moustache, jacket, and “fuck me” hat,” Dick said describing a debonair if not desperate man.

“Yes, Carl East is a master of suave technique,” Harry said. “He has also been the most lenient of the judges thus far, giving almost eight tens in the course of the competition.”

“Guess he’s hoping a couple of tenners will aid him to a lap dance or two,” Tom laughed. “Now the other UK judge is…I’ll say! He’s playing a guitar.”

“Huh,” Harry said drifting out of the protective daydream he had entered to avoid the bad pun. “Oh yes, raphy tried to quit the games earlier after a bad experience commenting on the Nordic Combined, but the Olympic Committee’s contract on his soul demands that he still do a few more events. He’s actually quite a good judge at these games though as well as an old friend.”

“I guess he really knows the ins-and-outs of these games,” Tom laughed again.

“If you do one more bad pun, I’ll be forced to brain you with this microphone,” Harry snapped curtly. Mentally, he despised the contract on his soul that the OC had on him and raphy, and wondered how to breach contract without being eternally damned.

“Next we have the Scandinavian judge, there has been a lot of controversy about him this year, could you elaborate, Harry,” asked Dick in order to prevent Harry from injuring his co-host.

“Oh, yes, Liar, during the 2000 competition, claimed at the end of the event that all the scores he had given were ‘all in jest’ and that he’d like to take them back. The OC were going to throw him out of judging, but they have his soul on contract as well and so that is why he is bedecked in the finest of polygraph technology. With this he’s forced to give his honest scores this year much to his disappointment.”

“I see, next to him, we have the American judge, who I notice is sporting his first smile. He’s been miserably depressed so far this event.”

“Well, if you look at that gold medal around his neck, he won the Nordic Combined and well… it’s really hard to be depressed after receiving an Olympic blowjob. That and he finally found his trusty headphones.”

“I thought you said, no puns,” Tom said poutily.

“Oh, shut up and die, why don’t you,” Harry snapped rubbing his aching migraine.

“Ha ha ha,” Dick chuckled nervously. “You two kidders. Oh, good the judge from Hell has finally arrived for today’s final round.”

“He’s been a real prick, these games, giving out the worst grades of the competition,” Tom added momentarily taking over the color commentary job.

“Yes, well that is to be expected of Lucifer_Carroll,” Dick replied. “Incidentally I heard a rumor that he was actually pretty nice as a judge during the triathlon that just occurred.”

Tom and Harry both glanced over at the smiling sadist. “You’re lying,” they said in their one moment of unison.

“I just said I heard a rumor,” Dick muttered guiltily. “No need to throw it back at me.”

“And now I see our lovely mistress Colleen Thomas is entering to oversee the final run of events,” Tom said lusting over the beautiful lesbian as she strutted in a sleek red leather vest cut just below her breast line and ending just above her shapely ass. She wore no panties, but a pair of fishnet stockings that rose up to the crotch. On her hands were two long black silk gloves and on her feet were ironically feminine stilettos. She took her time to the center of the ring letting her ass swing seductively in front of the camera. Reaching her official mistress table she began to warm up with the toys presented.

Taking a long 10 foot whip from the table, she practiced her technique making the air crack with such intensity that the crowd in the audience flinched. She smiled slightly as a set of three candles was lit at a distance from her to warm up. Letting her whip three crack three more times, the candles were snuffed.

“It looks like Colleen is fully ready for her duties tonight,” Dick replied in awe as his dick crowned in his pants.

“Oh, yes. Colly is a superb mistress as well as an old friend. She’s been primed for these games with 10 straight weeks of intensive study on the American presidents of the Gilded Age, the impact of modern British tax laws on the commonwealth, and early Canadian history. Believe me that’s enough to make any history geek really want to stand up and whip someone hard.”

“Well, with that settled let’s bring on the first event,” Tom smiled as he stroked his freed cock underneath the broadcast table. “lucky-E-leven is completing her final challenge, the vault. Can you two tell the audience about her chances in this event.”

“Well Tom,” Dick began, “lucky-E-leven is plucky, but far too horny to excel at the bondage games. She’s prematurely cum thrice so far which has put her in a distant sixth place. Taking that into account, I’m expecting we’ll see a more low-key take to the event and most likely a fourth premature cum for her.”

“Possibly, the vault is a difficult event to do that in though as it is a whipping and spanking event.”

“Can you elaborate for our viewers about the nature of the event,” Tom replied.

“Why the hell would I do that,” Harry yelled, “they can see for themselves.”

“Humor them or we release the photos of you, the prime minister’s daughter, and a hobo named Ted,” Tom whispered his voice dipping into a scathing threat.

“!” exclaimed Harry. “All right, it’s a fair cop. As you can see the Vault is a small chamber wherein the victim is chained to both the floor and ceiling in a manner to restrict movement as much as possible. The victim is then spanked with multiple paddles and hairbrushes and then finally is whipped. If the victim orgasms at the very end of the event, she is credited extra points for ‘sticking’ the landing, if she goes off early, she is docked points. Furthermore, pissing, passing out, or stopping the assault is grounds for immediate disqualification. Extra points are given for the ‘style’ of the event aka vibrators in key places, drinking heavy amounts of water before the event, extra torture bits, etc. Also, any cries of pain or shock are counted as small penalties against your overall score. This is the event where that factors in the most. It’s all fairly straight-forward.”

“Yes, I see lucky-E-leven has gone fairly light on her extras for her final event, choosing only a small anal vibrator.”

“Well, the anal vibrator will be worth extra on this event because so much attention is paid to the ass, but it will only serve to keep her in the competition. She’ll have no hope for a medal unless her competitors mess up really badly.”

“Yes, attention to the ass you say,” Dick said through gritted teeth as he resisted the urge to pull down his pants. 

Tom meanwhile was happily jerking as his eyes followed the sexy Texan on her walk. “I see she is otherwise clad very nicely in nothing but a cowboy hat.”

“Well, of course, according to ancient Olympic code all contestants must be naked from their neck down to their shins in order to show that they aren’t hiding any illicit materials to aid them,” Harry said as he watched the Texan walk over to the metal handcuff constraints, her buttocks clenched tight to keep in the anal vibrator.

Colleen gingerly placed lucky-E-leven in the cuffs, sensually stroking her legs and arms as she went. As soon as she was secured, Colleen switched on the vibrator in her ass and watched briefly as she twitched to get used to the pleasing buzz.

“Looks like she’s ready Tom,” Dick said as he unbuttoned his pants, no longer able to resist the strain on his crotch.

“Ugh hmmm,” Tom moaned as he stroked his dick harder. “What do you think she’ll start with.

“Regulation says she’ll begin with two light slaps with the palm to warm her bottom, follow up with twenty strokes from the hairbrush, ten from the small paddle, five from the large paddle, one hard slap from the paddle of doom, and end with fifteen lashes with the whip. The lashes will be divided equally among the pussy, ass, and breasts in no required order.”

“No cat’o’nine tails then?”

“Not in this event, no. It’s favored more during the Uneven Bars.”

“Well I see Colleen is starting already with the hand slaps.”

“Yes, you can see the white handprint on lucky-E-leven’s ass from where the blows fell.”

“Right over the heart on her ass, nice,” Tom muttered falling prey to his lust.

“That tattoo will likely be lost after this event considering it’s crimson color.”

“Or the force of impact,” Tom replied as he watched Colleen grab the hairbrush off the table. She approached lucky and ran the brush softly over the ass, teasing it, and as soon as she reached the heart, let go with a quick slap. Lucky grunted in surprise.

“Oh, that’s a half point deduction right there, Tom.”

Colleen quickly let loose three more sharp slaps with the hairbrush as lucky bit her lip to keep from gasping again. With the fourth slap, Colleen hit the back of the vibrator driving it deeper into her ass. “Fuck,” cried out Colleen at the sensation.

“Oh my, curse words are a four point deduction. She can’t get better than a nine-five five now.”

Colleen taking the hint let two more strikes fall directly above and below the vibrator causing it to move about. Lucky drew blood in her mouth to keep from moaning again. Meanwhile, below the effect of the vibrator was starting to turn her on and a few drops of moistness began to move down her thigh. Colleen took a deep breath as she passed and smiled. 

She resisted the urge to play with the wet pussy as this was the vault event and let the rest of the required hairbrush slaps fall around the ass. By the end of the exchange, lucky’s ass as well as mouth were a bright crimson and lucky was noticeably dripping on the floor.

“I see lucky’s already starting to drip. I believe she’ll prematurely orgasm during the whipping.”

“I’d say that is most likely. No woman since 1972 has made it past the pussy whipping if they’ve started dripping during the hairbrush,” Harry said knowledgably as he stared lovingly at Colleen. God, if I only was a lesbian, he thought.

Colleen sashayed over to the table again pulling out a small ping-pong paddle, ribbed slightly to create little bumps on an otherwise smooth bottom. She took a few practice swings as she went back to her prey. She let her hands wander again as she took up position along her side. She let her hands caress the perfect bottom in front of her eliciting coos too soft for the judges to hear. She let the paddle fall on the heart on her left cheek in the middle of one of the coos, bringing it aloud. Another half-point deduction. She followed up with a hard paddle to the right cheek and began to quickly alternating getting another two gasps from lucky.

“This is bad news indeed for lucky. She already has six points of deduction and we haven’t even gotten to the paddle of doom. She may fall into the sixes for score if she is not careful.”

“I guess she just isn’t very lucky this year,” Tom said as he slowed his pace to keep from ejaculating early.

“What did I say about bad puns,” Harry yelled.

“Hobo named Ted, Harry,” Tom warned.

Harry settled into his seat muttering. Next year he’d find a way out of this stupid contract if it killed him. He distracted himself with the view of Colleen as she grabbed the big paddle from the table.

“That would be a rowing paddle, would it not,” Dick asked him. His cock finally in hand as his resistance fully faltered.

Harry, the only commentator left with pants, muttered, “No, it only looks like one. An actual rowing paddle is too fragile to deliver the swats and so heavy as to risk hurting the victim. Instead we use a plastic version of one with a slight wooden finish. It brings up welts like nothing else.”

Without any ado, Colleen swung the paddle full force into lucky’s ass. Her eyes teared up to the force, but she made no sound.

“Well, that’s impressive. Flowing tears with no sobs remove a single point’s worth of penalty and she’s back to only five points of deduction.” 

The strokes fell harshly stinging the cheeks and causing her legs to swing forward and strain against the chains. Across the dungeon was nothing but the ringing sounds of the slaps and the gentle “fwap” of a thousand plus people masturbating in unison. After the five strokes were up, lucky’s face was a mess of tears and she gently choked back her sobs as her ass ached horribly. Down below, her pussy dripped harder with the attention her ass was getting from the vibrator now lodged quite firmly and deeply in her ass.

Colleen walked over to the table and reached under it for the paddle of doom.

“My god, look at the size of it,” Dick exclaimed. “Every time I see it, it never fails to amaze.”

“I know it makes me feel inadequate,” Tom rang in jauntily. “Tell us a little about the history of the paddle of doom.”

“Well it’s a recent addition to the event, coming out of the uptight eighties. It’s a heavy black pvc paddle clad with actual rhinestones that make out the word ‘doom’. It’s used once and imprints that word on the ass for about a month.”

Lucky struggled to regain her composure as the crowd began to gently chant, “of doom, of doom, of doom.” Behind her Colleen was preparing herself like a baseball player, spreading her legs and giving a quick hand-shuffle. She began to take a few practice swings stopping just short each time. As this was her last use of the paddle. She wanted to make it a good one.

Taking a full swing back, she lifted one leg and let it fall sharply on lucky’s ass. The blow rang out across the dungeon and lucky let out a bellow and her head nodded forward.

“Oh my god, has she passed out,” Dick cried out. “This could be a disqualification folks.”

“No, look, she’s coming around again,” Harry pointed out as lucky’s head quickly jerked back up and she jerked the chains to signal to the judge’s her consciousness as well as her desire to continue. “Still the penalty for a near faint is a full ten point deduction. She’ll be in the eights at best.”

“They’re giving her the mandatory thirty second recovery for near faints and lucky looks like she’s recovering nicely,” Dick groaned. “Plus, that doom on her ass is crystal clear and sexy. Fuck-“ Dick came suddenly onto the bottom of the table. “Aren’t we supposed to have a blowjob slut under here for this event.”

“No, not after you spent all our budget on booze and hookers last night,” Tom muttered with a bit of disdain. “Thousands of free sluts during the games. Thousands of beautiful women and you pick up a bunch of hookers.”

“Nothing wrong with hookers,” Dick said guiltily. “Anyway, it looks like we’re ready to start again and Colleen is pulling out the whip.

“After a near-faint on the paddle of doom, I’d say that the whipping will probably polish her off. She’s going to be a bit weak and the lashes are going to take advantage of that,” Harry muttered as he scooted his chair even further away from his two mad co-anchors. Someday, I’ll escape this, he thought bitterly, until then perseverance. He looked down at the wet spot on his trousers. And a new pair of pants.

Colleen began to circle lucky drinking her in. The cowboy hat had fallen off during the near faint and her long black hair had fallen partially over her face. Meanwhile, lucky’s breasts heaved as she gulped in big breaths to calm herself before the hardest part of the vault. Colleen giggled and let the first stroke cross across the breasts raising a long welt. Lucky sucked in a gasp to try and avoid further point dockings. Two more strikes fell on her breasts, raising blood slightly over her beautiful mounds.

Licking her lips, Colleen let her gaze fall lower on lucky’s beautiful pink slit. Drinking in the sight, she let two strikes hit the inner thigh next to the labia causing lucky to twist violently and nearly squeak in pain. Colleen frowned. She marched around to the much abused backside. She let two lashes create a large x across the ass covering the word doom and raising blood. This elicited a small cry, but it was only a single point deduction. She covered the same lines with two more lashes, raising blood purely in a line but not getting another scream. lucky’s lip was bleeding heavily at this point.

In disappointment, Colleen switched gears and let her last lash hit lucky’s puckered anus. A small splattering of juices hit the floor. Colleen smiled as she circled quickly back to the front and let two lashes kiss the areolas of lucky’s breasts causing them to pitch up in pain and pleasure. lucky’s eyes widened as she felt the level of her arousal and realized what would happen next.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Colleen raised the whip slowly and let her last three lashes kiss lucky’s cunt: Two on the labia and one directly hitting the clit. Lucky spasmed at the last blow as she felt her legs give way in the constraint and the orgasm tear her body. Colleen smiled and walking up, took her right as mistress to clean the victim’s cunt after orgasm. As she drank the flowing juices as they ran out, she signaled the judges that the landing was stuck and thus, five penalty points were to be removed.

“Holy fuck,” Tom remarked as he shot into the bottom of the table as well. “She made it to the end and stuck that landing. This is a remarkable finish for lucky-E-leven.”




The Literotica Olympics Day 13



“I agree Tom. If she didn’t nearly pass out, she may have even had a chance at a bronze. Still an exemplary performance. With some more self-control, we may see her in the winner’s circle come 2008.”

“Let’s see what the judges say about it. Remember the highest score she can get is a 9.0.”

“They’re taking their time while lucky’s master takes her down and grabs her bottom.”

“I think he’s proud of her effort. She’ll be a very rewarded slave tonight.”

“Most indubitably, knowing the Snake King, her sore ass will be made all better tonight.”

“And here are the scores.”

A skinny man in leather chaps and a butt plug marched from the judges’ table to the center of the dungeon.

“From oggbashan 8.9. From Carl East 9.0. From raphy 8.8. From Liar 8.9. From cantdog 8.8. And from Lucifer_Carroll 8.4. Total Vault score: 8.80. Total score for lucky-E-leven 9.19, current sixth place.”

“Well, not bad at all,” Dick said as he watched lucky glomp her master and took in the way her ass jutted when she did so. “The scores were remarkably close to maximum considering the lack of difficulty in her routine.”

“Well I think it was her recovery from the near faint to stick the landing that really brought out the heartstrings in the judges, well except for the one who has no heart of course,” Harry replied nodding meaningfully at Lucifer_Carroll.

“Of course,” Tom agreed. “And speaking of tugged heartstrings, it looks like the current front-runner Minsue is ready for her second-to-last event, the Balance Beam. She certainly looks determined Dick.”

“She is. Her master has been pushing her hard for the last four years after her close 4th place finish in 2000.”

“Yes, that was a heart-breaker, a premature orgasm on her final event. But, she has been in stellar form this year, her master has assured that.”

“That’s one tough baby goose, Dick.”

“They’re called goslings, Tom and this one is a right old bastard of one and also a big fan of Cuban cigars as you can tell.”

“Isn’t that unhealthy?”

“You want to tell him that?”

“What am I suicidal? Anyway, Harry, you look miserably depressed. Why don’t you tell us what the balance beam entails?”

“I so hate you guys,” Harry muttered before slipping back into his announcer role. “Well as you can see, the Balance Beam is a very large and special three foot double dildo that is inserted into the contestant’s cunt up to the foot mark. It is then turned on so that it slowly moves and stimulates the contestant. The contestant is as you can see blindfolded and handcuffed so they can neither see nor hold the dildo with anything but the vaginal muscles. They are then to pass through the minor obstacle course to the end without cumming or dropping the dildo. The event is actually fairly easy until you factor in the extra stimulations for full points.”

“And I see Minsue has them in spades,” Dick mentioned as his dick rose back to attention as he watched the cute avian aficionado march to her starting spot. “She is sporting a fetching goose feather vibrator/riding crop in her anus as well as two small nipple-vibrators duct taped to her breasts. She is also upping the difficulty rating to a very dangerous level by using a leg iron to separate her legs a guaranteed foot. She’s really giving the full 110% isn’t she Harry?”

“Indeed, but remember this is not the highest difficulty seen in this event. Cropcreamer in 1964 did the event in broken stilettos, and received a perfect 10 purely on the merit of not falling down.”

“Fascinating and pedantic, Harry,” Tom replied snippily. Colleen meanwhile finished blindfolding the lithe Minsue and handcuffed her hands behind her. She then ceremonially inserted the dildo up to the mark eliciting a small grunt from the tiny goose-not-duck and flipped the switch to indicate the beginning of the event. “It seems like Minsue is ready for the event so let’s turn the attention back to the floor.”

“Minsue seems to be taking her steps haltingly, the twin vibrations of the special crop and the beam are making all motion quite stimulating.”

“Yes, her legs are already shaking,” he muttered enjoying the view and stroking his cock for the second time. The motion was jiggling the tail feather vibrating riding crop even more and Minsue for a second looked as if she would collapse in ecstasy. She shook her head determinedly and began lurching forward her thighs locked as tight as she could get them. “No wait, she’s regaining control.”

“Minsue has excellent vaginal control,” Harry mentioned. “Her technique is superb, but her natural tendency for heavy arousal will work against her near the end of the event when the dildo begins to get really slick. Still she is showing her expertise, notice how her steps are metered to gain the most distance as she can in each step while moving the thighs as little as possible.”

“Oh, yeah,” Dick moaned as he watched Minsue step around the field, stopping every couple of feet to control her arousal and bite back moans. Her pert breasts heaved under the strain of the duct tape and the motion of the small vibrators and down below, the dildo began to glisten under the drab dungeon lighting. Trying to remember her brief view of the course before she was blindfolded, she swerved past random blocks and balls and across a small bridge.

“She’s over halfway and is still controlling her arousal enough to remember the layout of the course. If she keeps this up she could be looking at a perfect 10 on this event,” Tom spoke as he gently pumped his cock in time to her halting steps. Unlike his color commentator, he could resist the urge to rush masturbation.

Minsue meanwhile lost a step in counting and ran legs first into a giant rubber ball near the end, the impact dislodging seven of the twelve inches of the Balance Beam.

“Uh, oh. That can’t be good,” Dick moaned as he watched the remaining portion of the dildo jerk in her straining to be freed.

“If she does not get control over the beam before it gets too slick, she’ll drop it and take a whopping penalty. She could be knocked out of the medals,” Harry added.

Minsue’s eyes grew with fear as she bit her lip and clenched her vagina as hard as she could to keep the rest of the balance beam from sliding out. Struggling to remember where the path really was, she took a few measured steps. The dildo, slick from its imprisonment at the back of her vagina, began to inch forward a little with each step.

Minsue’s eyes, now wide with a mixture of fear and arousal began to swing her legs faster in steps as she found the path again. The crowd began to chant her name as they watched her desperate rush toward the marked end of the course.

“She might make it,” Dick said as his sac tightened once more. “All she needs is another meter or two. Oh no, she tripped over her own feet! What an upset!”

Minsue fell forward just short of the line landing on her face with a heavy and painful slam, the beam plopped out in the impact and began to clatter on the floor. Screaming obscenities and weeping she wormed her way over the finish line to Mistress Colleen’s whistle blow.

“That’s a real shame, Dick. Your heart can’t help but break when you see the Balance Beam fall out of someone so close to the end of the routine. However, those are the risks of this event. If each step isn’t placed perfectly where it’s supposed to go, it spells devastation. She paid a dear price for trying to rush that last motion. She’ll likely fall to fourth, possibly fifth place over it.”

“The gosling doesn’t look happy either,” Tom said having stopped stroking after Minsue fell.

“No, knowing him, Minsue will be heavily punished for the error later.”

“What do you speculate he’ll use, Dick.”

“Well I speculate it’ll be the hairbrush to start followed by a light whipping and then candles, water torture, the works.”

“Quite harsh indeed and we’ll be sure to get an after-event interview to cover it. Meanwhile, it looks like the judges are ready to present their scores.”

The little leather-clad slave walked again to the center of the dungeon. “From oggbashan 8.7. From Carl East 8.9. From raphy 8.7. From Liar 8.6. From cantdog 8.5. And from Lucifer_Carroll 7.6. Total Balance Beam score: 8.50. Total score for Minsue 9.54, current fourth place.”

“9.54, that’s got to hurt, she was holding at 9.75 before.”

“I know, she’s really bawling. With the competition as tight as it is at the top, she’s looking to be completely knocked out of the medals for the second Olympics in a row. I notice Lucifer is enjoying her pain though.”

“Yeah, he’s a real sadistic bastard no doubt.”

“Well, I know one contestant who’s overjoyed at the decision: vella_ms, who at 9.70 is now the current leader of the competition. Assuming she doesn’t mess up on this final event, she could lock the entire competition up.”

“Yes, and it looks like she’s prepared to go the whole mile today on the Parallel Bars. Harry, can you give the viewers a bit on the history and methods of the bars.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” Harry said putting the flask he had just taken out back in his pocket. “The Parallel Bars are the primary sex event. The contestant is strapped to the two beams astride her so that she is spread eagle and wide open. The mistress then gives a strong fucking with the strap-on. The goal is not to cum until five minutes have passed. The contestant then has 15 seconds to stick the landing. Unlike other events, points are not deducted for moans, however five points are deducted for every fifteen minutes premature the orgasm is. For the men, this event is bottoms-up, but for the ladies as you can see it is facing straight up so that the whole body is open to the mistress. Thus, this is Colleen’s favorite event.”

“I can tell that, she’s leaking like the faucet at my summer home,” Tom bragged.

“One of these days, I’m going to kill you,” Harry muttered back.

“What did you say?”

“I said it looks like she’s nearly ready.”

“Really? I must have bad hearing. Oh well. Yes, and she looks fetching in her complete lack of clothes and extras.”

“Well, this is more of an event of resisting the raw sexual prowess of the mistress, so extras are not allowed. It is the one event where maximum points occur fairly frequently. As you should know, you conniving retro-”

“What do you think of vella’s chances in this event, Harry,” Dick interrupted in his preventive way.

“What,” he asked gruffly before noticing Tom wave a piece of paper he swore he had er…accidentally threw into a furnace back in ’92. “I really hate you guys. Okay, vella_ms is a natural lesbian sub so she has a lot of experience with these events. On the other hand, she is a super-slut and has a bad history with this event. Still, if she can hold on, she’ll be guaranteed a gold medal.”

“vella is strapped in and she’s nodding to the judges that she’s ready,” Tom said. “Let’s turn back to the event.”

“Colleen’s setting into position. Damn she’s dripping like crazy,” Harry noted, his dick still aching from his denied release during Minsue’s event. “And there’s the signal from the gimp. The parallel bars have begun.”

Colleen setting into the task immediately dropped to her knees and began devouring vella’s pussy with pure concentrated lust. “Holy fuck,” vella cried, her eyes beginning to roll and her legs twisting in their restraints before breaking into moans.

“Amazing,” Dick said as Colleen’s mouth covered over vella’s shaved mound and engaged in a tongue technique that was second to none. The flurry of moans began to run the gamut of tones and for a brief couple of seconds sounded just like the opening to “Paint it Black”. “Holy shit,” he added with his jaw dropped.

“Yes, as I said Colly is an amazing cunnilinguist. You can see there by the control of moans that vella is quickly falling into Colly’s pace and is being subtly trained to follow her. This is likely to be disastrous as Colly is pushing for the speed orgasm.”

“The ol’ quick fuck,” Tom punned smarmily.

“Yes,” Harry answered, his voice dripping a couple hundred degrees. “Anyway,” he continued. “Watch closely here at the minute mark, where the foreplay ends and the penetration begins.”

The minute mark seemed to take forever to arrive to the commentators’ eyes and the sound of a furious tongue whipping washed over the awed and quite aroused audience. In a few select areas, the member’s engaged in their own forms of oral gratification. When the gimp’s whistle blew, Colleen sadly detached herself and picked up the strap-on on the table next to her. Fastening it with practiced speed, she was ready in a matter of seconds.

Colleen entered in one stroke, eliciting a loud cry from the secured vella, her blonde hair beginning to get wet from the sweat of complete arousal. It entered smoothly, a credit to Colleen’s skill and partly to vella’s experience. Colleen leaned over as she began to move making sure the ribs of the dildo ran over vella’s clit as she pulled out. She leaned down to her open mouth as another moan flew out of her and darted her tongue into it.

She began to thrust her hips back and forth softly as she battled with vella’s tongue, massaging it thoroughly and completely and enjoying the last event where she was allowed this much sexual contact with the lovely contestants. Her hands in response to this thought began to massage vella’s very beautiful bust, teasing around the nipples for a while to build suspense.

“Simply amazing technique, Tom,” Dick muttered through glazed eyes and gritted teeth. If his hand had been flying any faster in its duty, he’d have hurt himself.

“Sure is. Harry, what would you call the maneuver we’re seeing now?”

“Sex,” Harry said disinterestedly. He watched Colleen’s ass pump seductively into the prone blonde as she wriggled in her bonds.

“I meant the scientific name for it.”

“Coitus,” he asked still drawing in the hypnotic sight and listening dreamily to the melodic squelches of rubber against lubed flesh.

“I meant the position or the technique.”

“Oh,” Harry said momentarily shook from the glory of the sight into a thinking state by the reappearance of the cursed sheet of paper in Tom’s hand. “Missionary.” Adding “with a strap-on” when Tom’s smiling glare dropped a few decibels in intensity.

“Oh,” Tom said far too cheerily and without ever dropping his dazzling and oddly infernal smile. “I thought there was a technical name for it.”

“’Fraid not,” Harry added quickly. Colleen was beginning to alternate the timing of her thrusts just as she began to rub vella’s nipples. Soft moans could be heard even with her mouth still busy with Colleen’s tongue. The excitement began to move outward and the squelches rang out and amplified as it hit the edge of the auditorium. However the amplification had more to do with the audience’s own forms of coitus in the stands than the actual acoustics of the dungeon.

The clock was now at about 3 minutes and 30 seconds and Colleen began to twist the nipples while making sure each thrust rubbed hard both against the clit and the g-spot. vella’s moans could be heard even more distinctly now and it was readily apparent that she’d hardly last another minute much less two. The twists became more daring as Colleen, pulled them and tussled them and even manhandled them.

vella’s eyes were definitely rolled back in her head as her hips bucked in their strains in some attempt to either get away from the arousal, meet the glorious thrusts, or quite possibly both. Colleen realizing that her final pleasure might not last long enough to enjoy her favorite part of the event let go of vella’s nipples at the 3:55 mark and pushed up her breasts and began to rub them rhythmically against her own making sure the nipples touched, pressed into, and played with each other.

“She doesn’t look like she’s going to make it, Harry,” Dick muttered through gritted teeth as his own dick began to spasm under the table.

“No, she’s not. I doubt very much if she’ll hold out more than fifteen more seconds,” he sighed. Watching his favorite raven-haired dyke stick it to the bound blonde beauty had been nearly worth the hell of being forced to commentate at this event.

vella_ms’s moans were hitting critical volume as the pace of the thrusts were moving towards the frantic bestial violent thrusts of those rushing towards climax. The arousal was becoming unbearable. The clock was now at 4:15 and she was desperately trying to squeeze out second after precious second before she exploded.

At 4:20, her pussy involuntarily squeezed the dildo thrusting into her as Colleen reached one of her free hands down to twist vella’s clit. The combined action was the proverbial straw and vella could feel the orgasm begin to shake down her body headlong towards her cunt.

At 4:25, she exploded in a deep moan as Colleen lifted up off her face. A few quick jerks as her body tensed up and she collapsed sated but not unconscious. A keen voice would have heard a barely muttered curse in between the gasps for air and the sighs. Colleen exited out with a plop and cleaned out the prize for her good work and the gimp recorded the time of the height of orgasm at 4:27.

The crowd cheered at the spectacle as Colleen unstrapped vella_ms and gave her a sloppy kiss, giving her a taste of her own juices. vella returned the kiss and gave a quick squeeze to Colleen’s bottom before solemnly trotting back to her mistress, who while remaining impassive allowed a small sign of jealousy pass her eyes.

“Shame, that’ll be a total of ten full points minimum deducted, won’t it Harry,” Tom said breaking the magic of the moment.

“Yes, yes,” he muttered. “However with the clock being so close to another five points and with the whole spectacle being so delightfully erotic, I’d expect straight nines across the board.”

“Even from Lucifer_Carroll?!?” Harry popped in surprised.

“Yes. He may be evil, but he’s not purely vindictive.”

“You say he has a heart after all,” Tom popped in inanely again.

“God’s sakes no. However, he does know his duty as judge and follows it well if not unnecessarily strictly.”

“And here comes the gimp with the scores,” Dick interjected as he noticed the leather-clad man moving to his spot in the center of the dungeon.

The dungeon slave or gimp as Dick had called him called out the scores. “From oggbashan 9.0. From Carl East 9.0. From raphy 9.0. From Liar 9.0. From cantdog 9.0. And from Lucifer_Carroll 9.0. Total Parallel Bars score: 9.00. Total score for vella_ms 9.60, current second place.”

“Decent, fairly decent outing for the young Connecticut slut, wouldn’t you say Dick?”

“I’d say so. She’s probably looking at a medal with that score, assuming the worst doesn’t occur, wouldn’t you agree, Harry?”

“Oh yes,” he muttered wondering why the other two were doing his job for him. “and it should be a momentous occasion for her. She has never one a medal at the games, placing fourth in the ’00 games and being disqualified in the ’96 games. It certainly would be a token moment for her if she placed this time.”

“I notice her mistress seems to feel the same about it,” Tom said as the camera panned over to The Mistress licking vella’s cunt on the bench. “Is that a little congratulations cunnilingus?”

“No, it looks more like I’m jealous of Colleen cunnilingus from here.”

“Well, she certainly is someone to get jealous of,” Harry interrupted as he gazed at Colleen strutting off to the locker room for a bit of rest and made a quick finger-bang as her break began. There were times when he desperately wished he were a woman. “Colleen’s taking her break, so it looks like the next event will be Black Tulip on the Pommel Horse.”

“Don’t you mean the Pummel Horse, Harry,” Dick asked earnestly.

“Huh,” Harry said as Colleen slipped out of his view and his train of thought reached the present at last. “Oh yes, sorry. Though technically this year the name has been officially deemed the Sybian Horse.”




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“Oh yes, something about semanties, right,” Tom chimed in.

“Semantics, Tom, you false lug of a-yes, I see your damned blackmail paper you bastard.” Tom was really starting to get on his nerves. “And now you want me to describe the specifics of the event for the viewers at home again, don’t you?”

“If you would be so kind and don’t want anything…unfortunate being aired in its place.”

“Someday, I’m going to rip you into little pieces.”

“What was that?”

“I said, that sounds wonderful, Tom.”

“Sure you did and now on with the description monkey boy.”

Oh yeah, Harry really hated Tom and the OC. Gritting his teeth and grinding them down a bit, he began his measured speech with false enthusiasm. “The Sybian Horse is a traditional pommel horse used in regular gymnastics except instead of two hand holds, there are two sybian-style vibrators that the contestant must perform on and it is also triangle-based in order to allow the legs better maneuvering. Basically they are rated on the difficulty of their tricks, the depth of the vibrator, how many used at a time, and what they do on them. Like the parallel bar event this is a no-extra event. This is because this event is to show off the flexibility of the contestant and their skill in moving around cocks in both senses of the word. It also is a fun event to watch. The horse vibrates as well making a missed movement a sharply intense feeling. One of the few events where a bad performance can be as equally erotic as a good performance.”

“And with that we may be ready to begin,” Tom stated as he folded the paper back into his pocket. “Black Tulip is approaching the horse wearing the regulatory nothing.”

“She’s currently the first place leader with a 9.62 score. Harry, what do you think of her chances of holding onto that position?”

“Well, she’s got a lot of raw talent and has had stellar performance on the resistance events, but she is a rookie at this particular event and as such tends to make rookie mistakes. Hard training at Amsterdam’s famed Pot and Bondage Clinic and raw talent can only take someone so far in these games.”

“It looks like Black Tulip is in position,” Tom began, looking down at the Dutch raven-haired beauty stand at attention on the official line. “And there’s the gimp plugging in the Horse.”

“An interesting fact about this year’s horse,” Dick added. “Apparently they had to rewire the dungeon in order to deal with the power that it draws. It’s a really f-ing powerful Sybian”

“A what powerful Sybian,” Harry asked disinterestedly.

“You know,” Dick began like he was talking to a child. “F-ing.”

“Yeah, I know fucking, but why don’t you fucking say fucking. We commentate on a goddamn sex event. We don’t have to mother-fucking censor ourselves.”

“Oh yeah I know about that. I’m not a damn idiot. No, I meant frapaloozing, a word meaning lots and lots of numminess inducing stuff,” Dick replied. Harry now noticed that his eyes were jumping like frogs on acid.

He looked down at the white lines still on Dick’s desk. “You still snorting coke there, Dick?”

“Oh no, finished that long time ago. I’m now on copper sulfate,” he spit out. “Spins your mind like a murgerbumbo. Oh yeah!”

Harry blinked twice and then slammed his head on the desk and muttered. “Only four more events and its all over. Just need to hold out a little longer and then I’m going to find that contract on my soul and force both of these dipwads to eat it.”

Tom, seemingly oblivious to the previous conversation added, “And it looks like the Sybians are ready. There’s the signal and this event has begun.”

The crowd erupted in a mild cheer and a few orgasms from the couples still at work from the Parallel Bar event as Black Tulip ran briskly towards the Horse. The run-up was a little longer than was necessary to allow the cameras to get a couple of cheap Baywatch style shots for their much needed horny male geek viewers.

Jumping up from the spring onto the horse in a manner only describable with the words “bouncy” or “nummy” and earning a few well deserved whistles from the male part of the audience that can look at naked women having sex all day and yet still be transfixed by a bouncing breasts, she landed neatly and wetly onto one of the Horse vibrators.

“And Black Tulip has stuck the first trick, a pussy jump onto the first vibrator. And cleanly too, there was no resistance.”

“Yes, as our audience can clearly see, those are nine-inch, highest setting vibrators on the horse and she took it in like it was nothing. If I know her mistress and I do, I’d say she did some warm-up with her before hand to make sure she was pre-widened and moistened. And notice how she made hardly a noise as it went in. That’s definite self-control there.”

Black Tulip settled for a second on the thick dildo, measuring it up with her pussy and getting a fresh flow beginning. She then clasped her arms behind her back, let her legs grip around the perfectly designed triangular base and began to jump up and down on the vibrator. Her face remained as stone serious as before though the observant could see the heavy sweat bead on her brow and the slight open-mouthed motions of her lips. The rest could see the trail of liquid flowing down the Horse onto the floor.

“That’s the old bishop there and it is a good event for showing vaginal control as well as making sure the pussy is lubed up for the more difficult events and can also serve to…yup, there she goes,” Harry stated.

Black Tulip thrust all the way up and unlocked her legs and brought her hands down to take some of the vaginal fluids and lube her ass. Her strokes were furtive and fast and she only dipped back twice. She needed to because the judges would ding her for stalling if she took too long and also her current foothold was vibrating fairly intensely. 

Finished, she dipped quickly down so that the head of the plastic cock was barely inside the lips and directly on the clit. She let out a small moan as the hard buzz first contacted.

“A half point deduction, but nothing too serious,” Tom quipped. “She’s certainly well-disciplined in the noise department.”

“Well, she trains her self-control through a vigorous method of becoming a 50s pulp comic with an enigmatic smile. It is a secret Dutch technique only used by those considered nummy enough to pull it off,” Harry spoke up with the white powder dripping down his face.

“Sure, she does Dick,” Harry muttered. “Now watch here, it looks like she’s going to pull a Melissa with a half-twist.”

Taking a halted breath with a near gasp, Black Tulip swung her hips violently over the top of the Sybian so that she turned a full 180 degrees. The force of the twist so near her clit caused her to moan softly again. The moan however, did not stop her from continuing the Melissa and with one hand she grabbed the cock behind her and guided the head quickly into the rim of her anus.

“A difficult maneuver done acceptably, if not splendidly.”

“So what did she do wrong on that maneuver?”

“Well the Melissa is named after Melissa Needs who in 1972 performed the lean back and sunk it fully in the ass without the use of her hands. My guess is that if Black Tulip hadn’t been distracted by the half-twist addition, she’d have done the same. Still, as you can see, it gets the reaction it wants.”

The audience cheered the maneuver as much as one can call a general increase in coitus a cheer. The judges were likewise pleased. There were a series of meaningful nods and smiles and yes, one or two unprofessional leers and one case by Carl East of holding up a sign saying, “Hey BT, how about after the event, you show that maneuver to me again?”

Black Tulip meanwhile was getting her grips on the dual Sybians whirring away just inside her twin holes. Her “voluptuous numminess” as Dick would put it was heaving a little erratically revealing that she was far more turned on than she was willing to admit.

“This isn’t good, it looks like the half-twist spent to much time on her clit. She’s far too turned on and is stalling to get her bearings back. It’s a shame, she had the momentum going into the move.”

“There’s the sign from the judges, she’s been docked one point already for stalling. And there could be another point coming…wait, no, she’s ready.”

Black Tulip rolling her eyes back straight and controlling a few involuntary shudders began to rock back and forth, pushing in and out the two dildos in her ass and cunt. Her breasts rocked slow time behind her motions and she softly breathed the beats out as they occurred.

At the seventeenth beat, she pushed herself fully onto the Sybian in her pussy, turned around, and then sunk it all the way inside. The maneuver pushed her clit directly onto the sloped top of the Horse. This caused her clit and the inner folds of her labia to be stimulated extra and directly as the big dildo whirred deep in her pussy. BT made no sign that this new stimulus had any affect on her as she stared directly at her mistress.

Noticing the sign from her mistress (a smile and wink) she prepared herself for her next movement.

“She couldn’t be planning on…” Harry began shocked as he watched Black Tulip begin to bend down arching her back steeply. “Holy shit, I haven’t seen a Pamela for 16 years.”

“A Pamela?” Tom asked genuinely confused.

“Just watch, asshole.”

Tom began to fumble towards the incriminating document and then Black Tulip did the Pamela. His jaw dropped open.

Black Tulip wrapped her breasts around the dildo that had been in her ass and swung herself into a handstand over the Horse. She remained in that position for a second and then swung herself back onto the first vibrator, this time letting it sink in her ass. As she did this she swung back into a sitting position and panted heavily.

“Now is there any points off for panting, Harry,” Tom asked.

Harry and even coke-brained Dick looked mournfully at Tom as if he had asked for another popcorn at a showing of Schindler’s List. “No. And furthermore, the Pamela is one of the harder maneuvers in the Sybian Horse event and requires that the contestant as strong and most importantly large breasts.”

“Uh huh, you know what we could use out here. A popcorn machine,” Tom muttered.

“Philistine,” Harry muttered as the audience continued their wild applause of orgasm and squelches over Black Tulip’s rare trick. “Anyway, I reckon she will pull off one more trick and then go for the dismount. She may even just skip ahead if she’s getting to hot and bothered. No sense in pushing herself after a maneuver like that.”

Black Tulip smiled lazily as she took a moment to catch her breath and stabilize her feelings. Her breasts were red streaked from their enveloping of the vibrator and tingled wickedly and slightly painfully. She considered the flow in her cunt and decided to go for the easy dismount. She pushed up with her hands and hips and did not move.

“HOLY FRAPALOOZING MURGERBUMBO,” Dick cried out from the desk. “She clenched. Her ass clenched on the vibrator when it entered. She’s stuck! This could spell disaster for the nummy Venusian.”

“I think you mean Dutch, Dick,” Harry intoned while scooting his chair a little further from his stoned colleague. “And yes, ass-clenching is a very real threat in this event. Many of the tricks involve taking the thick, long, plastic cock very deep in the anus. If the anus is not lubed enough or is not prepared for fast entry, then things like this happen.”

Black Tulip frantically tugged at the dildo under her, trying to dislodge herself and woefully played with herself to try and get herself to calm down and loosen up. In the corner, ABSTRUSE threw down her Absolutely Fabulous hat and began stamping angrily.

The crowd groaned at the display and Lucifer_Carroll held up another one second stalling flag as Black Tulip began thrashing desperately to pull out. Then with a thump, she slid up and out and fell pussy first on the top of the Horse. The sudden hard hit and the power of the vibrations directly on the clit and length of the cunt forced her to spasm four times in orgasm and sated, she slid off unglamorously onto the floor. By the very merit of landing like a cat on her knees, it counted as a landing, instead of a fall.

“Harry, how would you judge that slight setback,” Tom asked.

“Slight setback? Well, with such a departure, it’s all up to the individual judge’s discretion. I doubt we’ll see anything over 9.3 and overall it’s a matter of how much their pity and awe at the Pamela overshadow their disappointment in nearly falling off the Horse. This is a very tough call.”

“I’ll say. Though, I think she’d have done better if the gimp had removed the flying monkeys of the apparatus first,” Dick chimed in excitedly.

“Are you sure that’s just copper sulfate, Dick?”

“I think so, it said so on the baggie.”

“Okay,” Harry muttered, falling into stunned silence. He moved his lips up and down as if to say more, but nothing was willing to make the trip from the brain.

“It looks like mistress ABSTRUSE is having a few words with the judges and gimp about the dildo that stuck and in true ABSTRUSE style, seems to be getting most of them to laugh.”

A dark, booming voice rang out through the joviality after little more than half-a-minute. “No,” it said and ABSTRUSE slunk sadly back to her corner as Lucifer allowed a thin smile to cross his lips.

“It looks like Lucifer is blocking the appeal,” Tom began. “What do you think about it all, Harry?”

“Well, Lucifer is in the right as much as I hate to admit it. Still, it doesn’t look like BT will be docked for falling off or anything like that and ABSTRUSE probably won a few extra points from the other judges. You just have to take hits like these when they come.”

“Well, it looks like ABSTRUSE is saying the same thing to BT,” Tom mentioned. Black Tulip was sobbing softly on ABSTRUSE’s shoulder while she patted her friendly on the bum. “Shame. She could have locked up the event if she hadn’t messed up.” And without missing a beat, he swung back to excited with, “And here’s the gimp with the scores.”

“From oggbashan 8.9. From Carl East 9.4. From raphy 9.2. From Liar 9.0. From cantdog 9.3. And from Lucifer_Carroll 8.6. Total Sybian Horse score: 9.06. Total score for Black Tulip 9.54, tied for third place.”

“A painful hit, wouldn’t you say, Harry?”

“Not really. It could have easily been a lot worse and this way she’s still in the competition. Overall, not a bad hit and if she doesn’t get bumped, she’ll be sitting pretty on a bronze medal. Not bad for the Dutch rookie. With her raw talent, she could be looking at a gold at the next games.”

“I noticed that Lucifer didn’t argrbrbooboo,” Dick began before falling over on the ground twitching.

“Oh my God, is he all right?” Harry muttered before rushing to his side. Though not trained in treating drug overdoses, he was trained in panic emergency procedures. That is, how to panic over a prone body and wonder frantically how CPR is supposed to work and whether someone will figure out how to do it first so you won’t be the one kissing a guy.

“Oh yeah, he’ll come to once he realizes that he’s not on the Baywatch set and doesn’t need to fake an emergency.”

“I’m not?!?” Dick screamed bolting straight upwards rebounding against Harry’s skull with a hard clonk. “Sorry Timothy Leary. Didn’t mean to-pretty rainbows…I mean, Lucifer didn’t seem to punish the thing what with all that numminess whatsitcalled much.” And then proceeded to pass out again.

Harry walked back to his seat rubbing the bump on his head, pausing only long enough to dump Dick’s bag of “copper sulfate” in the specially ordered bomb-disposal unit behind the desks. “Yes, Lucifer treated Black Tulip very well in the scores. A testament perhaps to ABSTRUSE’s unique abilities as a wordsmith and jokester or more realistically a testament to his inability to make BT cry anymore than she already was. He’s not as evil when the tears are already flowing. Of course that only applies when they are genuine. This is a man…er demon that literally eats grief for breakfast.”

He was stopped there by a sudden cheer from the audience. Colleen had re-entered into the dungeon, dressed similarly to before but this time, the red vest had been foregone for a black model.

“And it looks like the mistress is back,” Tom mentioned candidly as Colleen did a few lashes with her whip to make sure she was still warmed-up. “So it looks like it is time for cloudy to do the Uneven Bars. And she certainly looks ready to do them. Harry, why don’t you tell us more?”

Harry gave a tired sideways glance at Tom. “First of all, the uneven bars are what she’s tied to. This is the prime torture resistance event, not a sexual event. The bars are set at an angle so that one leg is bent and touches the floor while the other rests fully stretched. This allows the contestant to stand up straight while exposing both the pussy and the ass fully and allowing full access. It also keeps much of the musculature tense, which adds to the power of the strokes, lashes, and whatever else is used. The techniques and materials used in the event are known only to the mistress. The only thing that is constant is the time limit: 10 minutes. All of this is so there is no way for the contestant to prepare fully for the event and thus the element of surprise and novelty is maintained. It is a way of testing the contestant’s reaction to the kinky and unexpected.”

“Uh huh. And what about cloudy’s chances,” Tom asked reading from his anchorman script.

“Well, she’s been doing splendidly throughout the competition and currently holds second place with a score of 9.55. However, the events in which she has received the lowest scores have been the Vault and Floor Exercises, the two events with the most punishment. So, it’s a toss-up on whether or not she’ll pull through here. If she does, a 9.94 will bop her to first place and a 9.52 will give her a firm hold on second.”

“Well, she’s getting a last minute pep-talk from her master, Chief Redneck and is putting on her extras. Funny name for a master.”

“Well, they are both Southern Cherokees so they are technically redskin rednecks. It’s their little joke.”

“Uh huh. I guess that explains the confederate belt and feather headdress.”

“He believes in ironic symbols. Seems to be a big thing among masters and mistresses at these games.”

“Irony, huh. Damn, I better not send him these Klan invites then.”

Harry allowed the briefest of horrified looks pass over his face before complete surrender gave in. “Yep,” he intoned in an exhalation of breath.

“Anyway, it looks like cloudy’s going for the gold decking her breasts out with a complete packet of safety pins, putting in her clit ring, and putting in the butt plug.”

“Yes, I’m surprised at the butt plug as this is a torture resistance event and it will not be worth many extra points. I suspect that she is just throwing things together to make sure her scores stay as close to maximum as she can. I notice she isn’t trying the water torture which shows she isn’t showing desperation.”

“Water torture?”

“Basically drinking too much water before the event making a ‘piss out’ very likely. Dangerous tactic, usually only employed by the desperate. We probably won’t see it these games.”

“Interesting. Well it looks like cloudy is ready and is walking over to be strapped to the Uneven Bars.”

cloudy stepped up to the Bars and lifted her right leg straight out so that her ankle rested on the tall bar. After Colleen firmly strapped it in with a tight old-fashioned rope bond, she put her left knee over the lower bar adjusting her footing until it was comfortable and allowed her the maximum of stability. With a quick nod to Colleen, her leg was bound similarly with rope and she clasped her hands behind her back.




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“No handcuffs for her,” Tom asked confusedly.

“No, in this event you are expected to have the self-restraint to not shield yourself from the blows. It’s a full two point deduction and a couple of blows to the wrist if a contestant attempts it,” Harry muttered patting his pockets for his flask. “By the way, did you see what happened to my flask?”

“Afraid not, Harry,” Tom said slipping the flask into his jacket.

“You bastard,” Harry began to growl.

“And you can’t do anything about it,” he whispered out of range of the microphones. “You are the OC’s slave right now and you should be glad we’re not making you the blowjob slut.”

Harry grumbled a few obscenities on his side of the table. This was going too far.

“Looks like cloudy and Colleen are both ready to start. So…and there’s the gimp with the stopwatch; the event has begun!”

Colleen reached over to her table of bondage equipment and selected a cat’o’nine tails. She made a quick snap with them inches away from cloudy’s face to prepare her mentally.

“It looks like Colleen is starting with the cat’o’nine tails and putting the ‘ol fear of her in cloudy.”

“Yeah, that’s a traditional beginning,” Harry intoned still lamenting the loss of his flask into Tom’s jacket.

“Oh fine, here’s your damn flask,” Tom spat out while taking care to clamp his hand over the microphone. “Now start participating or else I’ll forget to give back the evidence after this is all done.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

“Even the stuff about the hobo?”

“If you damn well commentate, I will.”

“All right! Colleen is lightly beating each area of the body with the cat’o’nine tails. It is a sort of warm-up exercise practiced by most official mistresses during the first minute or so. Note how she increases the force on the breasts, ass, and pussy. This is to show that these areas will be dealt with more severely than the others and to give the sub a bit of a taste as to what is coming.”

“All I know is it’s fairly boring to watch.”

“It’ll get exciting in a second, there we go.”

Colleen let a snap fall across cloudy’s breasts raising nine criss-crossing red welts over the top of them and brushing off most of the safety pins. It elicited a small yelp costing her a quick half-point and Colly smiling began to twirl the cat’o’nine absent-mindedly in her hand.

Maintaining her devilish grin, she twirled the whip closer and closer to cloudy until it was brushing her right nipple. She then began to increase the pace of the circle until it was slapping the nipple painfully and continuously. cloudy bit her lip to try and prevent a series of loud gasps from escaping and for a second one of her hands left her back and started to move around. She stopped herself reluctantly and stood proud against the onslaught.

Taking the hint, Colleen lowered the twirl down her stomach taking care to scrape the skin along the way. She then positioned it just in front of cloudy’s clit and watched her eyes grow wide in fearful anticipation. She moved the twirl slightly letting one stroke fall directly on her clit. The blow elicited another strong yelp dropping her down another half-point. Then with another lopsided grin Colleen brought the twirl forward and repeated the motion she had on the nipple.

This time, she elicited a small stream of curse words and two loud “nos” from the captive beauty.

“I believe she has about six full points of deduction there, Harry.”

“Actually it’s only at about four. However, she is quickly wracking up marks against her and if she doesn’t watch it, she could knock herself right out of the medals. Remember we have only seen about two minutes of extremely light torture here.”

Colleen moved away from the clit whipping slowly and made a few last-minute lashings on cloudy’s coppered ass, back, and breasts. On the breasts, to complete, she twirled a figure eight, reddening the quarter-redskin’s breasts nicely and removing any safety pins that had survived the other lashings.

“Now you could say she really has red skin,” Tom laughed.

“Shit, more bad puns,” Harry lamented.

“You better learn to like it or bye-bye freedom,” Tom intoned covering his microphone once more.

“Right, always nice to have a good sense of humor, I say.”

“Much better,” he muttered before uncovering the microphone and slipping back into his phony friendly voice. “Now it looks like Colleen is putting away the cat’o’nine and pulling out a box.”

“It’s a box of pins,” Harry said. “I’m surprised she’s pulling those out so early in the event.”

With great care, she pulled out a long thin needle and began to lightly poke along cloudy’s stomach. cloudy flinched at their touch and began to breathe heavily through her nose as her gold-speckled eyes widened in abject terror.

“I don’t think she has practiced with needle torture, Tom. This could be very bad for her.”

Colleen moved the needle slowly to the breast. The motion was draining the clock down to nearly the halfway point, but it was raising the level of fear in cloudy. She began to slowly poke and prod the breasts raising small pips of blood over their circumference. cloudy’s breaths became louder and though she had her mouth fully clamped and was biting her lip in worry, it still was audible all across the dungeon.

The crowd grew quieter in anticipation and when the noise had dropped enough and a lovely butterfly pattern had been made on both breasts, Colleen steadied cloudy’s breasts and lined up the nipples. Then with a quick thrust, she plunged the needle through both nipples connecting them together.

What came next was the world’s loudest self-muffled scream. Keeping her mouth shut, she screamed through her lips letting it echo across the dungeon and muffling all other sounds. At the end of the noise she slumped forward and began to breathe heavily through her nose, taking time to let a few muffled “ows” ferment in the air.

“Does that count as a deduction, Harry?”

“I believe not. According to the official rules, a deducting cry is not a deduction if it never crosses an open mouth. As long as she keeps it shut, she may be able to ride through this. However, the judges may decide to individually mark her down on style for ‘being wimpy.’”

cloudy continued to pitifully whelp behind a closed mouth as Colleen gripped the needle at its middle and lightly pulled back. As the movement started to genuinely stretch the breasts, the mild protestations turned back into a series of muffled screams. Displeased nods began to be seen in the judge’s booth.

“I see what you mean, Harry.”

“It’s a shame too. She’s showing some real self-control. I guess though that sometimes the contestant comes up against something that’s outside their comfort-zone and isn’t prepared to handle it. And the mistress will be showing no mercy here. She will have picked her routine long before this event takes place and even if her heartstrings are tugged, she’ll be powerless to stop. All cloudy can do here is hold on and hope the next instrument is one she’s used to.”

With a bit more subdued and sympathetic look, Colleen pulled out a second needle and moved her hand to cloudy’s nether regions. She deftly hooked her middle finger in her clit ring and pulled stretching it out and earning a muffled yelp. Colleen held the needle in the other hand and lined up a clear space. cloudy remembering the time she got it pierced began to shake her head violently “no,” but it was no use. With a thrust it went through her most sensitive area.

This time the scream was out loud and twice as loud. Couples engaged in coitus stopped as the line was clearly crossed. Even Dick sat up from his drug-induced coma and nodded his head solemnly. Once it was over, it was no surprise to see cloudy topple over backwards. Moving deftly, Colleen caught her and signaled, carefully removing the offending needles, the butt lug, and the clit ring.

“A pure faint and a line-cross from bondage to torture,” Dick muttered surprisingly soberly and coherently before collapsing again on the ground.

“Yes, those are the risks on the Uneven Bars. Sometimes when the body just isn’t willing or the punishment happens to occur outside the contestant’s safe-zone, you get devastations like this.”

“What did you do to her, paleface bitch?!? I’ll fucking kill you,” Chief Redneck screamed from the bench loud enough to be heard at the announcer table.

“He doesn’t sound happy,” Tom said unnaturally jovially. “Is this another one of those irony things?”

“No,” Harry said worriedly, “I don’t think so. That’s why I believe security is restraining him before he charges Colly.”

Over at Chief Redskin’s corner, two burly men in bottomless leather chaps rushed over and each seized an arm and half-escorted, half-dragged the angry master outside.

Meanwhile, back on the Bars, Colleen was pulling out smelling salts from her cart and was waving them frantically under cloudy’s nose. With a jerk, she came to and began to cry. With a comforting stroke of her long black hair and a quick kiss to the forehead, Colleen helped her up and comforted her.

“Is Colleen going to be in shape to put her all into the next two events,” Tom asked surprisingly seriously.

“I believe so. She’s a true professional. She cares for her little subs, but she knows how to push that aside and lay into them. Besides, you can see her brushing up on propaganda tactics of the modern media while she’s making sure cloudy is okay. That’ll get her riled up like nothing else.”

They watched for a while in silence as cloudy began to control herself with remarkable fortitude. After a few minutes, she was back to normal and ran out of the dungeon to try and calm down her fiery-tempered master and lover.

“As I said before, it’s really a shame when something like this happens.”

“I know. It through the sexual pace all out of whack.”

“Is it just my imagination or are you becoming more and more monstrous as we’re commentating.”

“It better be your imagination or we’ll make you keep up the announcing for the rest of the events. And yes, that’s with us.”

“I see.”

“So now with the cloudy thing all sorted out, it should be time for Tatelou’s final event, the Rings.”

“Uh yes,” Harry muttered.

“So tell us a bit about the Rings. Is it some kind of marriage event?”

“No,” Harry began mentally adding ‘you humorless blackmailing asshole’ “Basically it is a pair of rings hanging off a beam that the contestant must lift themselves to and slip their legs through. The contestant places five rings from a hanging tray in places she deems most likely to earn points Then they proceed to masturbate themselves furiously for about a minute or two to demonstrate balance while aroused and strength of legs. Points of style are given to the originality and difficulty of the masturbation position, level of arousal apparently achieved, and any feats of strength or tricks completed while masturbating. Any false arousals or add-ons used will result in immediate disqualification so this is yet another extraless event. Also, at random points in the event the mistress will whip the rings off her body one by one. The contestant must stick the landing in both meanings of the word after the final ring is flicked off. Overall, a deceptively easy event that when done well looks easier than it really is.”

“It certainly doesn’t sound hard.”

“Ever tried to hang on a shifting surface while on the brink of orgasm, Tom.”

“Not since my last party of Big Tony’s.”

“It requires amazing athleticism and a constant feel for where one is at all times even when the mind isn’t fully working.”

“Right, anyway, what do you think of Tatelou’s chances in the event.”

“Well, her main problem these events has been her tendency to get too turned on by events and prematurely orgasm. She’s currently in the fourth position with a 9.49 because of it. However, in this event she’s able to control her level of arousal and furthermore it plays to her natural talents of muscular control and creative masturbation. So, it’s possible she might be able to break into the medals.”

“All right, it looks like she’s ready to go. Her mistress is giving her a good luck pat on the bum and a good luck smack to the back of the head.”

“Yes, ShockChick is a curiously strange mistress.”

“I understand she was actually birthed out of Tatelou’s darker psyche.”

“Yes, she’s curiouser and curiouser it seems.”

“Was that a pun?”

“No it was an obscure homage brought on by too much time spent in your godfor-I mean your wonderful presence.”

“Huh,” Tom muttered genuinely confused. “Anyway, it looks like Tatelou is ready to begin.”

Tatelou sauntered naughtily up to the Rings raising back the spirits and members of the audience. She grinned insatiably at the effect she was having as a sluttiprominata-muchogracias and gave a big air kiss to everyone.

“She’s walking like she’s some kind of movie star or something.”

“It’s just her style,” Harry said non-committingly. “Besides the audience needs something like this to get them back in the mood.”

Tatelou finished her obligatory audience teasing and stepped underneath the Rings. Colleen nodded to her and with a similar nod Tatelou grabbed both Rings and pulled herself up. Her taut muscles strained as she held herself up on the two giant Rings. With absolute care, she slipped one leg and then the other through both of them making sure they were settling on her upper thighs. With her right hand, she grabbed onto the rope for balance and with the other she picked up the five clip-on rings on the hanging tray.

With deft motions she clipped the first two to her nipples, giving them a tight tug to make sure they were on well enough not to fall off in the acrobatics portion of the event. She then placed one on the right and left folds of the labia so that she could use them as finger holds to spread them. With a bit of a flinch she clipped the final one directly on her clit. She squirmed a little as she grew accustomed to the cold metal and then brought her other hand to the other rope and sat there for a second.

Tatelou signaled down to Colleen and she signaled back the cue to begin. With a movement she brought down her right hand down to her cunt, spread her lips and began tracing a circle around the inner folds with her middle finger. Making sure her legs were stiff and balanced, she moved her other hand to her breasts and began to pull the rings slightly as she went.

“She’s starting off slowly and traditionally,” Harry muttered.

“So we’re in for a boring show?” Tom growled angrily.

“No, it means she’s taking care to remain in control and climate herself to the rings. She’s also sticking to her traditional routine so she has familiarity working for her. However, Tatelou is famed for pulling off some amazing masturbation and we’ll likely be seeing some of it very soon.”

Tatelou twitched in concentration. She was trying to hold her upper body perfectly even so she wouldn’t slip forward or backwards. Sweat begun to form over her and her curly dark hair began to mat a little. Her fingers moved into a more intensive masturbation that had two fingers penetrate while another traced up and gently rubbed her clit. 

A sudden crack filled the air as Colleen snapped her whip and a small mark appeared on Tatelou’s right breast where the small clip-on ring had been. Below her, the gimp rushed over and picked it off the ground. With gentle grace she leaned back with her hands still busy at work masturbating, except this time the second hand was lightly tracing her ass crack with its index finger. Without a care in the world, she kept leaning until her legs slowly started to slide out of the Rings. With a snap of the knees, she locked her knees around the Rings and fell to a position completely upside down.

“Impressive.”

“Yes, as I said Tatelou is always good for a teasing show,” Harry muttered back. He looked up at Tatelou working to halt the slow swinging action she was developing and then continued her double assault on her ass and cunt. She had two fingers in her ass and she was moving to a four-finger fast pump in her pussy. Colleen slowly moved around the Rings until she was facing Tatelou again and let another whip crack lash across her left breast removing another ring.

Tatelou’s face grimaced in pure concentration as her cunt started to glisten under the lights. She thought for a second and then slowly moved her right leg out of its ring bringing it forward. Removing her hands from her pussy and ass and moving them to her breasts, she placed her right leg through the big ring that contained her left leg. With great care she removed her left leg from underneath. For a second she started to slip but her right leg snapped back with enough force to leave her hanging by one leg over the mats completely turned around. With a sigh she slipped her left leg into the other swinging ring and then taking a small swing, began to curl herself up into a sitting position. Taking her hands off her breasts, she grabbed the rope in front of her and brought herself back into her original position.

“My word, I never expected her to try a Switchfoot Mary at the games. That maneuver is bloody dangerous,” Harry muttered in astonishment. Behind him the crowd cheered and began to fuck earnestly in celebration of the feat. Taking a moment to catch her breath Tatelou held onto the ropes. Underneath Colleen nodded and gave two quick flicks of the wrist. The two rings on her labia began their descent to the floor below.

Steadying the Rings as best as she could, she removed her hands from the ropes and began to lean forward so that her shoulders were pressed against the ropes. With a frantic plunge she thrust both hands down her chest and belly and put them to work in an orgy of clit-twists and rubs, multi-finger penetrations, and massages of the g-spot. Quickly drips began to appear on the floor as she slowly, carefully, and just a little bit lasciviously undulated on the Rings. One wrong movement and she’d fall either painfully forwards or embarrassedly backwards.

Her face was desperately unattractive as she concentrated on maintaining a very delicate balance while literally rushing to orgasm. Below her a small puddle was spreading on the mats. With great care Colleen straddled it and looked up. This was a difficult angle for even her. A small droplet fell into her mouth. She felt the juices on her tongue and smiled. A glean caught her eye and the whip snapped. A gold ring fell on her face and with a loud cry, Tatelou’s legs shot straight out and spasmed. She jerked her head back in orgasm and began to fall backward out of the Rings. Using the tiny part of her mind that was still working and some random feline instinct, she twisted in midfall and orgasm and landed unceremoniously on her hands and knees.

She shuddered and spasmed once more as the crowd roared in applause and sexual groans. A small trail ran down her leg and Colleen took care to dip down and taste the landing. She rose her hand.

“And it looks like the landing is stuck,” Tom said as Colleen licked up her spoils. “An impressive showing I thought for a British tart.”

Harry let a sideways glance fly over the table and then reveled in his new apathy. “With that Switchfoot Mary and that amazingly pulled off landing, she may even get this game’s first perfect 10. Even ShockChick whom always seems displeased with Tatelou is smiling in appreciation.”

“And the crowd seemed to have loved it too,” Tom interrupted as he waved his hand towards the crowd. A quick pan showed the audience members giving standing ovations as well as an equal number of kneeling, laying, sitting, and riding ovations. “And it seems as if the judges have already decided so let’s hear from the gimp.”

“From oggbashan 9.9. From Carl East perfect 10. From raphy perfect 10. From Liar 9.9. From cantdog perfect 10. And from Lucifer_Carroll 9.7. Total Rings score: 9.92. Total score for Tatelou 9.55, current second place.”




The Literotica Olympics Day 13



An excited and uncharacteristic squeal erupted from both Tatelou and ShockChick at the announcement. As well as a congratulatory cheer and moan from the audience.

“And that’s a guaranteed medal for the British wench,” Tom said in his cheery voice. “They’re squealing like two teenage girls at a crack house. Honestly, though who’d have guessed this British wench would be able to overcome her foreign inferiority and guarantee herself a place in the medals. Wouldn’t you say so, Harry?”

Harry looked over to Tom in that long silence that only accompanies those moments you really wish you hadn’t heard what you know you heard. “Um…” he finally began noticing an odd change in his co-host. “When did you put in those red contacts?”

“What red contacts,” Tom asked worriedly and frantically pulled out a hand mirror from a small bag next to his seat. “Oh crap, the OC’s anti-infernal medication must be wearing off. Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.”

Harry slowly contemplated the hidden meanings of Tom’s statement. After his brain shut down in shock and a little abject horror at what he was mixed up in, he turned to the nearly comatose figure of Dick. “Are you okay?”

“Is that you Pope John Wayne?”

Harry stared blankly for a few seconds. “Well at least you’re conscious. That’s the important thing.”

“Where the fuck art thou, blowjob slut?”

“Hmmm,” Tom remarked coming back slightly less red-eyed from the staff and slave bathroom. “Good, he’s in this stage of the events. I can proceed to enjoy him.” Sliding into a feminine voice he sing-songily replied, “here I am Dicky.”

Harry blinked twice. “Um…”

“Don’t worry,” Tom replied. “I’ve been doing this almost every time. I think he secretly likes it. How about you fill the audience in on Minsue and the Floor Exercise while I test my blowjob skills.”

“Uh, sure,” Harry muttered turning back to his microphone. He shut out the sounds of slurps and moans behind him and tapped into the last vestiges of his dying professionalism. “The Floor Exercise is one of the most difficult events in the Bondage Gymnastics. The contestant places herself at the full discretion of the Mistress and is led on seven bizarre tasks to demonstrate their obedience to embarrassing as well as painful commands. Also, extras are key to this event and the style points just don’t come without them. Overall, we’ll see some insane shit no matter how well the contestant performs.”

“Mmmhmm, nngh ut out insues amces,” Tom murmured as he continued his task.

“Well, Minsue is not one to take losing lightly. Besides she knows what the Gosling will do to her if she doesn’t perform to her very best. Furthermore…” He watched Minsue begin the waddle over to the Floor Exercise mat where Colleen waited with a large collection of random dungeon materials. “I don’t believe it. She’s water bondaging!”

“He inging oo unch atah ing?”

“Yes, look at her stomach. It’s practically bulging. And on top of that she’s sporting a pure array of safety pins on her breasts, nipple rings, a clit ring, a Big Boy twelve-inch vibrator in her pussy and her goose-feather dildo in her ass. I have never seen such an all out blitz on extras before in all my years following this event. Minsue must be desperate for the gold medal which she can only win with a perfect 10 on this event.”

Minsue looked pitiful as she arrived at the mat. Her stomach was distended the regulatory amount for a water torture and among the judges were flashes of surprise and intrigue.

Over by the judge’s table the gimp raised his hand to mark the beginning of the event and Colleen reached down and turned on Minuse’s Big Boy vibrator. Minsue’s legs buckled for a minute and then glancing at the stare of the Gosling, recovered perfectly.

Colleen paced for a second recalling a particularly virulent anti-history article she had read in order to get herself in the right mind frame. An evil grin spread across her face as she approached Minsue and grabbed her tail. “Oh a goose are we,” she mocked. “With this tail you’re more like a dog to me. Why don’t you bark for me doggie?” With this she gave the goose tail a hard push and twist deep into Minsue’s ass. Minsue jerked forward and gave a loud false bark.

“I didn’t hear you,” Colleen said pulling the dildo most of the way out and thrusting it back in. Minsue barked much louder this time and started to pant. “Much better. But a doggie should have more doggie talents. Let’s see you beg.”

“That was the first task. An introductory task to set the mood. With doggie humiliation now set as the theme, we’ll probably be seeing an emphasis on humiliation on actual torture, but that does not mean we won’t be seeing torture.”

Minsue raised herself onto hunched legs and held her arms out slightly in front of her in mimicry of paws. She whined softly and cocked her head to one side. “And what are you begging for my little bitch? What is it you want?”

Minsue barked. Colleen continued. “You want to taste something? You want your mistress’s attention?”

Minsue barked and swayed her ass to make the goose dildo sway like a bad impersonation of a tail. Colleen smiled. “Of course you do. How about you taste my whip?”

She pulled out her favored whip and snapped it harshly across Minsue’s breasts dislodging a few safety pins onto the mat. Minsue took it plainly and gave a hurt look before fading right back into her panting. Colleen nodded slightly in impression and then let the whip strike twice on Minsue’s pussy lips. Again there was the same doggie “thank you ma’am may I have another reaction.

“Okay, doggie, you enjoy your mistress’s gift?” Minsue barked in assent. “Very well, how about if we aim it to your stomach?” The whip lashed hard against Minsue’s very taut stomach slapping it back dangerously forwardly. Across Minsue’s eyes flashed worry and a desperate movement to control any undue urination. However, she refused to show any real non-doggie actions or express any genuine pain. In fact she seemed to be slightly getting off the whippings. 

Colleen nodded in approval and moved behind her. “On your paws, doggie,” she yelled snapping her whip twice across each of Minsue’s ass cheeks. Minsue quickly dropped to all fours and barked.

“And that was the second task,” Harry mentioned. “And well played. Minsue is maintaining form very well.”

Colleen walked to the other end of the mat and filled up a dog bowl with a choice can of dog food and walked back to the waiting Minsue. “All right my little bird-dog,” she ordered. “I’ve got some nice food for you, but I am tired of walking. I want you to carry me over to the food. No-don’t get up; stay on all fours. I’ll take a nice seat and I’d better not fall on the way or else you’ll be a sore doggie.”

Colleen sat demurely making sure she was comfortable on the small of Minsue’s back. She then stretched her legs out and made sure the balance was right. Once she was ready she slapped Minsue on the ass to tell her it was time to go.

Minsue moved carefully. The vibrator and the dildo kept sliding around with each step of the hips and the effect this was having on her already taxed bladder was uncomfortable to say the least. Still with awkward lurching steps, she crawled across the large mat. She paused to stop every couple of yards in order to get control of her bodily functions as well as too make sure Colleen was still well positioned on top of her. Every time she did this, Colleen slapped her hard across the ass cheeks to get her to continue moving. It took about four full minutes, but she made it sweating and a bit too turned on.

Colleen let her feet fall to the floor and stood up. “Good little Minsue. Now, you get your treat. Yummy food all for you.”

Minsue looked at it and disgust lingered on the back of her throat and cautiously she took a bite of the rancid concoction. “No, no, no,” Colleen lamented, “You should be munching all the way in there.” With that Colleen grabbed Minsue’s head and shoved it into the dog food bowl and swirled her around until she could hear the audible slurps and chews of a dog.

After a bit, Colleen yanked on her hair. Minsue came up with a face covered in the dog food, soiled to be technical. “Good,” Colleen said. “Now lick the bowl all the way clean.”

With that she shoved Minsue back into the bowl and she licked along it shining it with her tongue. She even scraped most of the dog food off her face and ate that as well. Her stomach rumbled in displeasure, which threatened to force her to a piss out, but she remained strong.

“And an amazing style to the third and fourth tasks. Walking like that under water bondage is one of the hardest actions and well nothing spells embarrassment and pure submission like being forced to eat dog food. Colleen has been making some very good choices as far as events so far and Minsue seems to be taking to them like a woman possessed,” Harry stated as he watched and tried not to think about the increasing moans and noises behind him.

Meanwhile, back on the mat, Colleen was inspecting Minsue as she finished her bowl. “Good girl,” she said patting Minsue’s head. “Ooh, your face is a right dirty mess and I bet you’re thirsty too. Well, since Mistress Colleen is a nice lady, I’ll help you with both problems.”

With that she spread her legs near Minsue and spread her labia with her fingers. Her face bunched up in concentration as a golden trickle began to flow over Minsue’s face. “All right, that’s enough cleaning. Now it’s time to quench your thirst.”

Minsue’s mouth, which until now had been clamped shut in disgust opened as wide as it could. Colleen took careful aim and the golden arc began to flow to the back of he throat. Minsue couldn’t help but swallow some, but most of it she let fill her mouth and then pushed out onto her face and down her chest. The golden trickles shone on her body under the Dungeon lights.

Colleen stopped her pissing for a moment. “Now swallow,” she said authoritatively. Minsue, with full mouth, closed quietly and took a big gulp of the salty urine. Her face involuntarily grimaced at the taste but she made no action to spit it out. “Good girl,” Colleen said letting a final stream go into Minsue’s hair, dampening it and cleaning off the last few bits of dog food that still lingered.

“Minsue seems to be handling these derogatory tortures like a pro. I don’t want to even imagine what that Gosling has been doing to her in training to make her accept both the dog food and golden shower as normal.”

“Now, I believe it’s time to take my good little bitch for a walkie,” Colleen said amicably while pulling out her three-point chain leash. She hooked the long end to Minsue’s clit ring and clipped the other two to her nipple rings. She then gave a light tug on the end of the leash and watched as Minsue jumped forward.

Taking a stance of a professional dog walker, she began to slowly move around the perimeter of the mat, taking care to tug on the chain when Minsue fell behind. Minsue crawled quite quickly behind on all fours as the vibrator and dildo rubbed around turning her more and more on. Minsue gritted her teeth and tried to keep the jolts of pain from the tugs on the chain from forcing an involuntary urine release.

This continued for a few minutes as Minsue moved without ceasing and gritting her teeth tighter and tighter. Finally, having completed a full circuit, she was brought to a full stop. Minsue’s knees buckled for a second and she began to spread out on the mat, but she steadied herself and looked defiantly up at Colleen as if urging her to bring out the final task and be done with it.

Colleen smiled and walked over to the opposite corner of the mats and rolled out a large iron ball with a chain attached to it. She then walked back over to Minsue and undid the leash from all her rings. “Now we will play a game, Minsue. I want you to fetch that ball and then I want you to clip it to yourself down there and then bring it back. And since you’ve been such a good doggie, I’ll let you do it standing up.”

Minsue nodded. She knew well that with the length of the chain, she would be walking painfully bow-legged back to the Mistress. Nevertheless, she walked briskly across the mat, not daring to break into a run with the Big Boy inside of her. She reached the ball without incident though extremely turned on. Behind her there was a trail of drippings that pointed the way to Colleen.

With great care she grabbed the end of the chain on the iron ball and clipped it to her clit ring. She began to walk bow-legged back to Colleen. She moved slowly, waiting for the moment that the chain would begin to painfully pull. 

She felt the pain shooting up through her and for a second she felt she would piss herself and be disqualified, but the pain too quickly passed out of threshold and she couldn’t feel it. She knew inside that this meant that she would be in dire straits tomorrow, but as long as she could hold out right now, what did that matter? 

She tugged the iron ball along. It wasn’t all that heavy in actuality, as too much weight would only serve to rip the ring off that delicate area. As it stood though, it held enough weight to be significantly uncomfortable. Even Minsue, who had been thoroughly trained to convert pain into pleasure, was unable to fully transform the emotion. Still it was serving to get her very hot. She began to lurch, feeling her bladder get even tighter from the pure force of keeping it in. She gritted her teeth and concentrated on Colleen and pushed forward step by delightfully agonizing step.

As she slowly marched across the mat, dragging the ball behind her, the audience began to gently fuck to her steps. Even Tom began to slow his movement to them. It was like a magical force that swept through everyone. Through it, the strokes punctuated the silent moments between. All eyes were transfixed on Minsue and whether or not she’d be able to make it to Colleen before the pain became too much for her involuntary responses to handle.

Mouths became dry as Minsue came closer. 10 feet. Then slowly 8. With a slight stumble 6. With a determined grunt 4. With her teeth grinding like saw blades 2. And with a cry of orgasm and urine she arrived at Colleen. Everyone held still. Had she made it?

Colleen raised her hand. The landing had been stuck. The pissing had occurred after the event and thus was not a piss out and in fact counted towards the stuck landing. Minsue smiled wide and toppled forward happily. Colleen quickly unclipped the ball and waited for Minsue to fully relieve herself on the special mats. After she was done, Colleen gently lifted her up and took her to a dry section of mat and began to earnestly and tenderly minister to her abused cunt and clit. She drank down the mix of cum and piss and did so with surprising relish. She was a bit more of a kinky girl than she let on.

Behind Harry, Dick came in Tom’s mouth. Harry didn’t notice, his eyes still transfixed on Minsue. “Simply incredible,” he muttered. “Simply a mythic end to these games. If there ever was a performance that could earn a perfect 10 from this panel of judges, it was this one.”

“Really,” Tom asked sitting back in his chair and delicately cleaning his face with his sleeve. “Well, we’ll have to see if that’s the case. It looks like the gimp is already ready with the scores. The judges certainly didn’t take long to deliberate no matter what their scores are.”

“From oggbashan perfect 10. From Carl East perfect 10. From raphy perfect 10. From Liar perfect 10. From cantdog perfect 10.” There was a big pause. “And from Lucifer_Carroll a perfect 10. Total Rings score: perfect 10. Total score for Tatelou 9.61, first place.”

The roar was deafening. Minsue, in Colleen’s arms, began to weep with joy and on the sidelines, the Gosling put down his cigar and nodded in approval. The judges appeared to even be smiling along and on the end Lucifer_Carroll flashed a quick thumb’s up in Minsue’s direction. All that was missing was the confetti to punctuate. Minsue had done it. She had gotten the events only perfect 10 and that had given her the gold medal.

The gimp continued. “And here is the final ranking. Gold medal winner: Minsue with a total score of 9.61. Silver Medal goes to vella_ms with a total score of 9.60. The Bronze goes to Tatelou with a total score of 9.55. Fourth place is Black Tulip with a total score of 9.54. Fifth place goes to lucky-E-leven with a total score of 9.19. Congratulations to all of our bondage gymnasts. We will begin the medal ceremony in just one second.

The jovial atmosphere was intensified. Among the faces of the three medal winners a sense of joy and accomplishment began to take permanent residence. There was a knowledge that these particular bits of medal were earned. Earned with sweat and pain and cum and tears.

“Looks like she did it,” Tom said naturally. “Quite impressive.”

“Impressive doesn’t even begin to cover it. What she went through and how she went through it is simply unbelievable. Minsue earned this gold medal out of sheer focus and determination. I for one am ecstatic to see that her poor Balance Beam performance didn’t screw her over.”

“Yes, and hers was only one of a many great performances,” Tom said surprisingly humanly. “It looks like they’re beginning the medal ceremony already so let’s turn our attention over there.”

The medal platform was bright under heavy candlelight and featured two giant American flags next to one British one. Minsue was sort of leaning on the top spot, her energy completely drained on the final event. vella waved to the crowd, her cunt dripping in self-conscious celebration. And Tatelou stood straight and beamed blowing a few kisses to the crowd while the Jimi Hendrix version of the “Star Spangled Banner” blasted overhead. The crowd was eating it up and many of them were racing to their last orgasms of the night. The rest were just cheering and whistling and shouting out rude requests. It was a magic moment.

“And I believe that ends these games. And may I just say what a privilege it has been to work with both of you men,” Tom said happily turning aside his microphone. He reached into his bag and brought out a stack of folders. “Here’s all the stuff that I personally have on you, but the OC has a bit more so you may want to start preparing for the commentating job in 2008.” He smiled and handed it over. He walked over and threw the quasi-unconscious Dick Gently over his shoulder smiling. “Now, me and the drug queen here are going to spend some quality time at the nearest motel. God I love these Games.”

Harry watched the figure of Tom depart. He was happy in a way. His task was over and he’d got back most of the blackmail material. However, at the same time he knew that the OC still owned his soul and would exploit it to the best of their abilities. He sighed pitifully.

“Hey Harry,” a voice rang out over the desk. It was raphy, decked out in his open cowboy vest and coolness. “Colly is having a little after hours celebration with the contestants and wants me to work the camera. So we’ll meet up for drinks tomorrow afternoon and tomorrow evening I’ll show you a copy of the tape, all right man?”

“What,” Harry asked absent-mindedly. “Oh, yes. Sounds good. Will Colly be joining us?”

“If she’s not all worn out, I expect so.”

“Awesome, well I’ll see you later.”

The dungeon was slowly emptying. All the contestants were slowly trailing Colleen out the door and the audience was peeling out the doors in groups ranging from 2 to 12. Over in the judge’s area, there was a confident shuffle away and Harry noticed among them quite a few tented pants. Carl East was talking to Black Tulip to try and talk her out of the celebration with Colleen and was shot down, though he did receive a piece of paper that brightened his spirits somewhat. Then Harry noticed that one of the judges wasn’t leaving and was in fact staring right at him.




The Literotica Olympics Day 14



EXHIBITION CONTEST: USA-STYLE FOOTBALL

note: Since the inception of the modern Olympics, a number of new sports have been added such as Judo, Baseball, and something called Rhythmic Dancing. However, many others, including American-style Football and the grand old Scottish sport of Caber Tossing are still excluded. 

During the Olympics some of these sports are granted the right to participate on an exhibition bases prior to their possible inclusion in future games. Imagine the excitement in the broadcast booth prior to the first-ever Olympic exhibition game of American-style football. The mind boggles. RF

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"Hello to all you sports fans who've just finished enjoying Lucifer Carroll's unique perspective on the Literotica version of Olympic gymnastics. This is Ray Fee speaking to you from high atop famed Wombley Memorial Stadium located in the lower reaches of Upper Sandusky. This hallowed old structure is the setting for the first ever Olympic exhibition American-style football game.

"Today's historic contest features two very special teams. The always tough, always competitive, always all-female fighting Hedgehogs from the South Hampshire Institute of Technology, lead by head coach, Lucky E. Leven, are a fan favorite in England.

"Today they'll be pitted against some tough competition from the USA in the form of coach Remec "Gimme" Moore and his more-or-less all-male Jackalopes from that fabled dust bowl powerhouse, Southern Oklahoma Baptist.

"Both teams come into the game with impressive pre-Olympic records. South Hampshire was 3-2-1 against a tough schedule of senior citizen centers and rehabilitation facilities while Southern Oklahoma went 4-2 against the point spread.

"To provide you with insightful analysis of this eagerly anticipated game, let me bring in our color commentator, the first female athlete to be named all-team wide receiver at Lottasex High School, Colly Thomas."

"Thank you Ray Fee, and hello sports fans. This should be a real battle between teams with contrasting styles. The Jackalopes of Southern Oklahoma Baptist feature a ball control offense built around the talents of 5' 7" 145 pound

Cedrick 'Say What?' Belegon.

"Operating out of offensive coordinator Dirty Lover's famed Broken-Bone formation, Belegon has racked up over 567 yards in four seasons with the Jackalopes. 'Say What?' might have racked up even higher stats if he hadn't been wracked up by a series of crippling injuries while running up the middle in his first three seasons. 

"This year he started improvising and running a lot more end sweeps. Unfortunately, he's had a tendency to sweep so far wide he goes out of bounds on about every carry.

"While the Jackalopes run, the Hedgehog's fly. When it comes to making passes, their quarterback, Crimson Maiden, is one of the best. This season she passed for over 1200 yards. Unfortunately, about half of them came on interception returns. But when Crim's hot, she's hot.

"Everybody's talking about her favorite target, split end Lauren, "Stone Hands" Hynde. Although Hynde's not blessed with blazing speed, she makes up for it by keeping her backfield in motion and running erratic, broken pass routes which leave defenders bewildered and out of position."

"That's great, Colly Thomas. It sounds like this game's got all the makings for a great offensive shoot-out."

"You could be right, Ray Fee. But both teams have defensive units which could play significant roles in the game's outcome. The S.O.B. Jackalopes have one of the biggest defensive lines I've ever seen. Anchored by 5'10" 353 pound nose tackle Edward, "The Blob" Teach, and with wily veterans like Pop, he's number 54, the great Ogg Bashan plus the famous brother tandem of Lewd and Licentious, the Jackalopes' defensive linemen are simply awesome. But despite that incredible size, they're unusually slow.

"That combination should make it hard for the feisty but undersized S.H.I.T. offensive linewomen like Cloudy, Angela, and Jeanne d'Artois to execute any of their favorite entrapments and influence blocks. 

"The Hedgehog defensive unit features some of the wildest linebackers in the business. Svenskaflicka and Tate Lou will lay in wait on the outside and then lay a serious hurt on you. But the leader of the group is 5'2" 127 pound senior middle linebacker Minsue "Nasty" Nasturtium.

"I tell you Ray Fee, those gals are just plain mean. According to defensive coordinator Honey "The Heart" Breaker, they don't rely on any traditional defensive schemes. Instead, they just hang around and clobber anyone who happens to come nearby. And I mean anyone. In their most recent game, they crippled three members of the team's marching band who hung around too long after half-time, plus two game officials and an old lady who'd made a wrong turn while looking for the restroom. If they get their Mo-Jo working today, the Jackalope's elusive running back Cedrick "Say What" Belegon may spend a lot of time heading for the sidelines."

"Sounds to me, Colly Thomas, like that could also spell trouble for the Jackaolpes' one real aerial threat, pass receiver, Carl "Spear Catcher" East."

"You're right, Ray Fee. Despite rumors floating around the Olympic village, Hedgehog defenders aren't a bunch of dumb blondes. In fact, some are brunettes. At a press conference yesterday defensive co-captains, Wishful Thinking and ABS TRUSE insisted every Hedgehog defender knew the differences between playing tough defense, pass interference, and aggravated manslaughter. However, neither would answer when asked if they cared about any of those differences."

"Speaking of rumors, Colly Thomas, there's one going around that the two teams have a friendly wager going on this game. What can you tell us about it?"

"You heard right, Ray Fee. Black Tulip, the Hedgehog's fine tight end and offensive co-captain, had an extended one-on-one meeting with fullback, Box Licker, her counterpart on the Jackalopes. After several hours of intense, well, let's just call it, negotiations, they worked out a deal after Box Licker reportedly demonstrated his patented dive play. If the Jackalopes win, they'll get the Hedgehogs as their special attendants the following weekend."

"What will the Hedgehogs get if they win, Colly Thomas?"

"Well, Ray Fee, the word is the Hedghogs will get the Jackalopes asses."

"Sounds like a nice friendly wager, Colly Thomas."

"Maybe so, Ray Fee. But the Hedgehogs are hinting they may unveil their ultimate weapon in this game by unveiling their boobs. Of course, playing topless will make it a challenge to spot the player's numbers. But so far this year, they're undefeated against all-male teams like the Jackalopes while semi-dressed in that uniform."

"That's fascinating, Colly Thomas. You heard it here first, sports fans. But back to today's contest, what's the story with the kicking game?"

"You know how it is Ray Fee, all kickers are a little strange. Well, with the erratic Mcf Bridge handling the chores for the Jackalopes and wild Damp Panties doing the same for the Hedgehogs, today's kicking game could be really strange."

"That's great, Colly Thomas. We'll be right back for the kickoff after this pause for commercials, public service announcements, station breaks, and dead air."

"Keep your hands to yourself, Fee, or I'll gouge your eyes out on the air."

"Sure, bitch, whatever. Somebody bring me a drink."

"Hey, me too. Who picked these two losers, the humane society?"

"Nah, the IOC exhibition committee. It was an easy choice. No other clubs were willing to pay the bribe the committee demanded for an invitation. By the way, Cedrick Belegon pronounces his first name SEEDrick, not SAIDrick."

"Who gives a flying buffalo chip?"

"You do, Thomas, if you don't want to become the next downrange reporter at the exhibition caber tossing. I heard two more got nailed this morning. Hang loose, we're going back on the air. 

"This is Ray Fee, welcoming you back to Wombley Stadium and the first ever American-style football Olympic exhibition game. I see Liar is leading the game officials out on the field so we're just moment's away from kickoff. Any last second comments before the kickoff, Colly Thomas?"

"Just this Ray Fee. Fans should pay close attention to my main man, Southern Oklahoma Baptist running back SEEDrick "Say What" Belegon. If SEEDrick starts turning up-field before running out of bounds, old SEEDrick could have a real impact on--."



The Literotica Olympics Day 15



This story is part of a chain where a lot of talented Literotica Authors have collaborated to form a crazy spoof of the Olympics for our very own Literotica, with contestants who are members of the site.

For the Athens 2004 Games, the 17 Olympic shooting sport events include ten for men and seven for women across a range of firearms. Shooters contest in four different disciplines five with rifles, one in running target, five with pistols and six events with shotguns. In the Literotica Olympics, we have women targets and shooting men, three events, different rules, different pistols which shoot different 'bullets' and a whole lot of sex. Read on!

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"Hello and welcome to the Literotica Olympics Day 15. Today we have the shooting events scheduled. I'm your commentator, Virtual Burlesque, also called VB. With me is the veteran commenter ChilledVodka. Veteran because of his frequent, and often cryptic, public comments which he slings on certain stories which he deems worthy of the er… weirdness. There's even some sort of a club around here, of people who want to have a CV PC." VB turned around and nudged CV in the ribs. "Say Hi or something," she hissed, covering the mike with her hand.

CV stared back at her. "Something."

"Uh, well, that's CV for you. Now that the introductions are over…"

"No, they're not," CV butted in.

"Huh?"

"Haven't introduced you yet. VB is the crazy nymph of the boards, doing a bloody stripping act right there in her AV and…"

"Mind your language!"

"…titillating everyone from pops to vella to Abs to Pussy Chaser, Snoopdog…"

"Let's just say everybody?" VB interrupted, a strong blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Hell, yes. Everyone."

"Ahem. Thank you. You're not as bad as you're made out to be. I mean… no, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just that… well, let me talk about the shooting events today."

VB cleared her throat and continued. "The event today is divided into three parts. We have teams of three, consisting of a woman and two men. The female is the target and the men shoot at her, aiming at specific parts of her body which fetch them the maximum points. The areas to aim for are the chest and the genital area…"

"Tits and pussy?" exclaimed CV.

VB glared at him. "Well, yes. You could call it that. Each man has three shots at the woman. Where he has to aim at her…"

"Tits and pussy."

"Yes." VB covered her mike. "CV, would you mind referring to them as the chest and genitals?"

"Coming back to the shooting event. The first event is Trap Shooting, where the woman is tied up on a board – 'trapped' - and the man has to shoot at her. The next is Moving Target. This is the one to watch out for because the men have known to be distracted by the ladies moving about, adopting certain poses… well, we'll come to it soon. There are three shots for each of those two events, a total of six. And the last event will be, 'Shoot the Load', which is self-explanatory."

"No, it's not."

VB squirmed. "It is," she mumbled.

"I think you should tell them just the same. We're supposed to explain the events." CV persevered.

"Ahem. Ok. The men are supposed to… to um, reach orgasm and, err… actually come inside or on the lady. In this last event, the timing is the key. The quicker they shoot their load, the better it is." She turned to CV. "Clear now?"

"Yeah. Will do."

"Now CV will tell us about the stuff used for the shooting."

"Right. Gladly. We use some kind of stuff inside the pistols, which is… where the hell did I out those prompts? Hey, you seen my papers? Were here somewhere… about this thing I am supposed to explain…"

"Psst! CV, you're on air."

"Yeah, I know, but what the hell do I talk about if I don't have those notes… well, anyway. Nevermind. This liquid inside the squirter pistols is a special kind of chocolate, I could have told you what it is exactly if I had those prompts."

"Something about an aphrodisiac," VB whispered.

"Yes. Of course. The chocolate is warm and sweet… and, and, well, like chocolate's supposed to be, I guess. It's a mix of some different blends of cocoa and other weird stuff, God, I miss those notes. And it's also an aphrodisiac, which means it turns you on when eaten. So this chocolate, when squirted from the pistols, smears itself all over the woman. Hey, can't we start it now and they'll see it when it happens?"

"No CV, we got to tell them so they can follow what's happening."

"Damn!"

"CV, that language!"

"Oh come on, AV stripper. They can take it. This is the adult Olympics after all. They're here to watch people fucking."

VB's gasp interrupted his commentary before he continued.

"So this shooting event spreads delicious, warm chocolate all over the woman's body, and the men have to lick all of it off before they start on the last event, that's Shoot the Load."

"They need to aim at certain points as there will be less chocolate to lick and they can do it quicker." VB added.

"Yes, remember – Tits and pussy."

"Well, yes. Thank you. And now let us meet the four teams as they run out on to the ground. Team 1, has the fabulous Lucky-E-leven. This breathtakingly beautiful woman is sure to have an impact on the last event. Her team mates have sworn that her sexy attitude has made them reduce their timing in Shoot the Load drastically."

Lucky walked out on to the ground and the crowd went wild as they saw her attractive curves. Her face lit up in a lovely smile and she took a turn around the stadium, waving to the audience. 

"With her, in Team 1 are the handsome Remec and that very talented cantdog. I'm waiting to see what cantdog does in this competition. He's a dark horse, that one!" VB continued as Remec and catdog jogged into view behind Lucky.

CV took up the commentary. "In Team 2 is the fabulously pretty Swede – Svenskaflicka. Sven is…"

"Ska!" VB butted in quickly.

The girl in question walked into view and looked up at the commentary box, narrowing her eyes for a moment, before directing her attention to the people around her and blowing them a kiss.

"What did you say?" CV looked confused.

"Well, nothing. It's just that it's Svenska, not Sven," VB clarified.

CV shrugged and continued. "SvenSKA is accompanied by Sub Joe and SeaCat. I've heard that Sub Joe and SeaCat have a new technique which they have been practising with Sven."

"Ska!" VB chimed in.

"Yes. Ok. SvenSKA." CV rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Your turn to introduce Team 3," he muttered.

"Team 3 has the oh-so-sexy CharleyH, I can't believe I said that, but really, she's just something else." At that moment Charley walked on to the field and there was an instant of complete silence from the audience after which they went wild with the cheering. Charley, looking like she was used to it, gave them a lazy smile.

"What I wouldn't do to get my hands on her," CV mumbled.

"Uh, yes. That's Charley and with her today in Team 3 are Dranoel and dirtylover. Both of these men are known for their excellent timing in Shoot the Load and this team in the current favourite, though no one can say what will happen in the actual competition."

"Team 4 has the lovely ageless lady of AH – Jeanne_d_artois. I say ageless because no one knows how old or how young she is. The only clue you get is from that photo of hers where she is in a very unusual yoga posture and that's actually no clue at all because she could be anywhere from 25 to 85!"

Jeanne walked out on the ground, completely naked, and amid catcalls and wolf whistles, threw a haughty look around the stadium and then, as an afterthought, gave a small wave.

"Team 4 also has Oggbashan, a perfect companion to Jeanne. There's a rumour doing the rounds that Og and Jeanne have hit off on a personal level and there's probably going to be an announcement soon. They have even given an interview that they seem like one body, one soul, even if they are different personalities. That's sure to give them an edge in today's competition. With them today is Rumple Foreskin. Rumple's been around forever – that would mean a lot of experience, wouldn't it?"

"So those are our four teams for today's Shooting competition, and now let's just start the action! The first event in the Shooting competition is Trap Shooting."

The crowd went into a frenzy as the four women jogged down to the boards on which the first of the three events was to be held. There, they were securely tied down on the vertical boards, their arms spread out on either side of them and their legs spread out too, giving wide access to the 'Tits and Pussy' range.

"I'm have a stiffy," CV announced to no one in particular and the crowd's shouting went up a notch in agreement with his statement. "Trap Shooting has aspects of bondage in it as the girls are tied up, unable to do anything as the men shoot at them with that warm chocolate. I'm sure it feels heavenly, all that gooey warmness flowing down, dripping down their breasts, over stomachs and into their crevices… but the women cannot do anything for the release they desperately want until the Shoot the Load event."

As the officials finished tying up the women, one man from each of the teams was seen taking up the special pistols and getting into their stance.

"We have Remec from Team 1 shooting at Lucky, Sub Joe from Team 2 shooting at Sven…"

"…Ska!"

CV didn't even pause at VB's interruption. "dirtylover taking up his pistol at the sexy Charley in Team 3 and Rumple doing it to Jeanne in Team 4."

"Doing it?!" VB was shocked.

CV chuckled and continued. "The first shot is fired and Team 1, 2 and 3 get a Tit each as Team 4 goes directly for the Pussy. I don't know what Rumple's strategy is, because traditionally, the first two shots are Tits and the last shot is a Pussy to keep the lady from getting too close to an orgasm with all of that warm juice between her thighs… but Team 4 seem to have something different in mind."

"The second shot has all of the teams marked for a, um... Tit," VB fumbled with the word as she saw CV's hand hovering over his crotch. Determinedly taking her eyes off him, she cleared her throat and continued, "All of the teams are on the same score with two shots down… and the third shot…"

"Damn!" CV leaned over in his chair as the third shot landed on the females. "Team 1 Remec misses a Pussy and lands up a bit higher than he was supposed to on Lucky, getting his score down a bit. The other Teams emerge with perfect scores and all of the ladies are out of their bonds, dripping with chocolate in the most delicious of places; and is your hand on your breast VB?"

VB blushed beet red and immediately snatched her hand away as CV gave another rub to the tent in his pants and winked at the embarrassed female. She started speaking to cover her confusion.

"At the end of this event Team 2, 3 and 4 are at 30 points and Team 1 is trailing with 25 points for missing that Pussy. The next event, Moving Target is a delight to watch because you see all the lovely women strut their stuff. They're supposed to move in choreographed moves, which fetch them points and the men again shoot at them. This event has nothing to do with time, just technique – how the women move, what time and position the men pick to hit them… this is one place where the team mates have to read each other's minds as they try to get those perfect scores."

"And here we have the men taking up their positions. cantdog from Team 1 – I've seen him before and he's good, SeaCat from Team 2 – he is rumoured to have a new technique and all the practise with Sven…"

"…ska."

CV threw a naughty look over at VB. "…is going to pay off. Team 3 has Dranoel, the man who can do wonders with that pistol and Team 4 has Og with Jeanne, and if they really are the same body and soul as they claim, then this event is going to be a real cakewalk for them."

"The girls taking up their positions on the mats on the ground. Lucky, with that lovely supple body has a good chance for the more difficult positions; Svenska, I think the judges are going to be dazzled with those looks before they even get to look at the positions… look at that chocolate running down her… ahem." VB took a deep breath to steady herself but as soon as she looked at the next contestant, "Oh My God! Did you look at Charley? She's running her finger over a breast and licking it off with the look in her eyes which…," VB trailed off, speechless at the spectacle before her.

One look at VB, and CV decided to continue as she seemed lost in her own world, one hand disappearing under her skirt. 

"The last contestant is Jeanne. With all that yoga and with the mental oneness she seems to share with OG, I'm going to put my money on Team 4. And there's the whistle and they're off…. Look at that! Team 4 Jeanne has gone into a Rocking Recliner at the outset. Does that woman have bones at all? Og waits until she's at the top of her position and shoots, landing a perfect Tit. Absolutely beautiful! Team 1 Lucky's started off with a smooth Spooner and is arching into the Winged Eros now. That position is so hard to hold but she is holding it and there comes the first shot on her… yes, right on her Tit it is and cantdog has scored with a perfect hit at a lovely time. They'll get a good score for it."

VB seemed to wake up from her trance, and caught up with the excitement. "Meanwhile Team 2 started off with Ass in the Air, very tradition, and just look at Svenska's ass! Fabulous piece of… uh… and she now moves into a perfect Kneeling Pretzel Position. There's a shot and will you look at that! I've never seen a hit on a Kneeling Pretzel before but SeaCat sneaks a Tit hit right from under her folded hand, very very tough but done so smoothly. I guess the practise paid off. Team 3 Charley started off with a bold Rainbow Arch and she gets her first Tit hit right in that position… what a view! Woooohoooooooooo!"

CV stared at VB, who had all of the buttons on her blouse undone, with one hand caressing her breast and the other disappearing into her panties. He couldn't believe that this was the same woman who had been acting like a prude at the beginning of the event, but then all those beautiful ladies and chocolate flowing down their bodies at all those positions… it would make anyone go insane with lust.

CV cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on the commentary. With one hand firmly around his hard cock, he continued. "The men are in position for the second shot now and the ladies are changing their postures. There goes Team 3 Charley into a Butterfly Position and Dranoel does a perfect Tit. Great position, great shot. That man knows how to use a gun! Oh MY God! I can't believe Team 4 Jeanne, she's done a Crazy Cowgirl and is now moving into a Reversed Doggy Position. I cannot believe my eyes, that is incredible… Og's just got a Tit hit on the Reversed Doggy. This is unprecedented. No one had been able to score a hit on the Reversed Doggy before because the arms and legs are so close to the body that it is almost impossible to get a clear Tit or Pussy hit, but Og has done it! They probably have the event in their hands right now and there is one more shot to go."

VB continued, "Team 1 Lucky is going to give them tough competition though because she did a Back Bend and got a Pussy hit. Possibly the next most difficult combination to achieve, and the Pussy hit would get them extra points in the Back Bend. Team 2 Svenska is in the Wrap Around Butt-Grab, holding that position and there comes the Tit hit. Tough position, perfect timing. That does it for the second shots round of the second event, with one more shot remaining I'm wondering what all these ladies can do."

CV pumped his hard cock, gazing at the chocolate dripping ladies getting ready on their mats for the final round of the Moving Target event. VB was furiously stroking herself as the event started. She fixed her eyes on the action and started speaking.

"Team 1 Lucky seems to be the smart one. As she has already finished a Pussy hit, now she's doing a Touching Soles and it's a piece of cake for cantdog as he shoots a stream of chocolate onto her Tit. Hit and score! Team 3 Charley, Great God! She's doing the Cross-Legged Hit My G-Spot! How exactly is Dranoel going to get a Pussy in that position? Okay, she's spreading her legs now and gliding into a… ohhhh My God, I’m cummmmmminnnnnnggggggggg!"

CV cursed and took up the commentary as VB went into a series of orgasms.

"Team 3 charley is now in a Spread-Eagle, the most elegant position for a Pussy hit and it's very easy for Dranoel to take her Pussy in this position and he doesn't disappoint. Team 2 Sven is…"

"SKA!" shouted VB in between the spasms rocking her body.

"…is in the Super Ball position and SeaCat has no trouble picking out her Pussy and it's a great hit. The last team, Jeanne in Team 4 is doing a magnificent Double Rocket and is gracefully moving into a, Oh wow! She's doing a Hoovering on the Floor as a last position and Og gets a difficult Pussy hit in Hoovering! Oh My god! What a way to end this and what a competition this has been! 

"The scores are flashing on the board now, and… yes! Exactly as I thought, Team 4 is in the first position with a perfect score of 30 out of 30! Team 2 is in the second position; they had to be, with SeaCat getting that Kneeling Pretzel just right. They are on 28 points. Team 1 scores 28 too, well, that Back Bend Pussy hit deserved it, and Team 1 in fourth position, on 25!"

CV looked over at VB, who was slumped on the table in front of her, totally exhausted from her mind-numbing orgasm and wondered if she could comment for the final event in the Shooting events. He prodded her. "Hey VB, are you ok? Can you do the Shoot the Load?"

"Huh?" VB stirred. "You start. I'll be with you in a moment."

CV shook his head and decided to continue. "And the last event for today, the Shoot the Load! This is the event we have been waiting for because I'm sure all our horny contestants here have had enough chocolate on them and the men have almost gone crazy with those hard cocks, now is the time for them to achieve orgasm in the shortest time possible and looking at the state they are in, I think it's going to be a close contest. The men are lining up and the start line and the ladies at the finish line. Remember, the men have to run over to the ladies and lick ALL of the chocolate off before cumming."

VB seemed to have recovered and chimed in, "Team 1 has the delicious Remec and cantdog, both of them are so fabulously in shape. Team 2 Sub Joe and Seacat – looks like Sub Joe's going to make fabulous time, he's a great sprinter. Team 3 dirtylover and Dranoel are known for their quick cumtime and with Charley's hot body egging them on… Team 4 Rumple and Og might struggle with the clock but with them already in the lead, even if they finish second or third in this event, they have a definite chance at that gold."

The whistle went off and CV leaned forward in his chair, almost lying down on the table in front of him and started off in excitement. "Yeah VB, you were right. Team 2 Sub Joe, makes lovely time and is at Sven's side…"

"Ska!"

"Oh Geez! He's at Svenska's side long before the others and at her Tit, busy licking all the chocolate. Next to reach the finish line is Team 3 dirtylover and he dives right in between Charley's open legs and starts lapping crazily at her Pussy. Oh Man! What a sight!"

"Team 1 Remec and cantdog reach Lucky at the same time and one is at her Pussy while the other is busy at her Tit. Okay, there's Team 2 SeaCat at the finish line and Team 4 Og and Rumple still have some way to go. Team 3 Dranoel makes it and attaches himself to Charley's Tit… and finally Team 4 Rumple reaches Jeanne and goes at it at her Tit."




The Literotica Olympics Day 16



The Literotica Olympics Day 16

Event: Marathon

"Welcome everyone to The Literotica Olympics, I'm Edward Teach and I'm joined in the booth here by my colleagues Tatelou and Belegon to bring you Day 16 coverage of the Olympics featuring today's event, the Marathon. Tatelou."

"Yes Edward, today begins the most grueling of all Olympic events, the Marathon. Looking back into Olympic history, you will recall that the Marathon was one of the events in the very first Olympics. Dating back to Pheidippides' run from Marathon to Athens in 490 BC, and two years later to his brother Dildoippides' erotic Marathon this event featured the elite of Greek athleticism, and although in the day primarily a male only event, modern times have changed the event to the predominantly hetero event. In fact there has been some controversy in this event; to discuss the controversy further is my elite commentator Belegon."

"Thank you Tatelou, yes in this day of open events and mega-sexuality, the Marathon has brought out a number of protests. There are actually two lines of thought behind the protests, the first comes from the Women's Lib movement complaining that, even though women are involved in the event, it is too phallus centered. They feel that basing an event upon 26.2 miles of thrusting cock simply puts entirely too much emphasis on the male member.

"The second line of protests comes from the Lesbian Sports Movement basically complaining that, while male / male, and male / female teams can effectively compete female / female teams cannot. To talk a bit further about this controversy I introduce five-time Marathon Gold Medallist Carl East."

"Thanks Belegon."

"Now Carl, you were known for the incredible dimension of your, ah... member. What do you have to say about the controversy?"

"I think what the Women's Libbers are ignoring, is that in the hetero contestants for every one of those 26.2 miles of cock the man thrusts, there is a woman, receiving those many miles. Sure, there is a lot of attention directed at the man maintaining an erection, but the women also get attention. In modern times we have added the oilers as important members of the team. The oilers have come to be as important as the fluffies."

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I think we may want to cover some of terminology here. Can you cover that Carl?"

"Certainly Edward. Obviously, when measuring cock mileage, the length of the cock is important and since measurements are based upon the fully erect cock, if at any time an erection fails, we bring in the fluffies. Much like the fluffers in pornography lore, a fluffy's job is to work the cock back to full erection. This is most often accomplished through intense oral administrations. An important job, but equally important is the oiler. The oiler's job is to keep the woman, or man lubricated. If any of you watch the Lumberjack's challenges, they are much like the oilers in the sawing competition."

"So the oiler climbs in and sprays lube into the woman?"

"Not exactly Tatelou, the oiler is actually part of the action, usually kneeling on the bed, watching the amount of lubrication on the cock and spraying it as required. After several hours of action, he is often spraying as much as on every third thrust. 

"In addition to the contestants and support crew, there is also the perv."

"The perv Carl?"

"Yes Tatelou, the perv is the judge. The judge has to watch the action very closely, first of all to gauge the degree of penetration and then to confirm complete erection. Basically what we will see during the competition is the fluffy sitting in a chair nearby, ready to dive in to re-energize an erection. The contestants are going at it on the bed, normally in missionary, but there are variations. The oiler is usually kneeling beside them and the perv normally is crouched behind and beneath the man, often reaching up and grabbing the shaft to confirm erection."

"Seems awful busy Carl?"

"Right you are Belegon, there is a lot of action."

"We've gotten a little off of our point here, back to the controversy."

"Right Edward, anyway, my point was that the woman in a hetero pair is as equally important as the man. As far as the Lesbian controversy, it comes down to pure anatomy. Yes, there has been talk of them using as strap on, but the problem is that with a strap on, an element of the competition is the maintenance of the erection, a lesbian couple would have an advantage in that consideration.

"Of course, if a couple of women wanted to compete using their actual anatomy I think that would work, though I think the relative size of the clit would make it tough. You know, looking back to some of my competition's there were a couple of the East German women who might have competed with some of the men in that category, but I digress."

"Speaking of size, please expand on that issue if you would."

"Of course Tatelou, consider the fact that the couple needs to traverse 26.2 miles of cock to complete the Marathon. In other words, if you consider that 26.2 miles is equivalent to over 138,000 feet, an average man of say 6" length would have to thrust the entire length of his erection over 276,000 times. Now a man of say 9" would only have to come up with about 207,000 thrusts or 69,000 or so fewer than the 6" man."

"So someone like you needed only to thrust something less than 138,000 times?"

"Right Edward, but there are some disadvantages to the size..."

"Wait a minute here, are you saying you are over 12 inches?"

"Yes Tatelou, as I was saying, keeping the erection..."

"How much over?"

"Almost an inch Tatelou, but keeping the erection is always tough, whereas someone smaller needs much less blood flow to maintain...

"So you are almost 13 inches?"

"Yes, but the top competitors these days are the Chinese, the men are very small, their cocks usually between 4 and 5 inches. They make up for it in the speed and endurance of their thrusts."

"Thirteen inches?"

"Yes Tatelou, these days it is a bit of a disadvantage."

"Edward, isn't it time to tape my one on one interview with Carl?"

"We still have a few minutes..."

"Where'd they go?"

"Well Belegon, I think they are off to that interview."

"Yes, it looks that way Edward. The Marathon contestants are beginning to get ready for the start of their race. These preparations take some time and to give us a better look let me introduce Cloudy, our newest addition to the commentating crew. She reports from the floor, where one of the teams is getting ready to begin the race. Cloudy:"

"Thank you Belegon, I am happy to join such a distinguished crew today. As you mentioned there is a lot of preparation for such a grueling event. Consider the points of intimate contact, the cock and the cunt or ass. In most events, they are in contact for only a brief, albeit intense period of time, well, the contact in the Marathon can take hours. Think about it, besides this event, each of these contestants has had to compete in three or four events just to qualify for the Olympics.

"Think about that, up to over 100 miles of thrusting for the team, just to qualify for the Olympics. Obviously, contestants must take great care to preserve the delicate skin at the point of contact. While some actually work to form calluses most spend hours a day prior to events applying moisturizer and specially formulated lotions.

"Each of the team has a different set of preparations for the event. For instance, the fluffy will do a lot of mouth exercises keeping the jaw loose and the muscles supple. Now it may not seem that the fluffies have a difficult job, but sometimes it can take a lot of work to revive a cock that has flagged after 25 miles of workout.

"The oilers must make sure they have plenty of the lightweight, water-soluble lube. They are allowed three sprayers during a competition. Often this means they will need to refill the sprayers during the race. This will happen much like a racing car pit stop, with a number of prescribed moves as the oiler disengages from the competitors, removes the top of the spray bottles, mixing and filling the lube and returning to the action.

"During competition the oiler must often get into odd positions to properly apply the lube to the competitors shaft, so preparation for the race also includes a lot of stretching exercises. The two competitors will also do some stretching and then in the last few minutes they will begin work to get the female lubricated.

"While a male / male team will use only the lube, the hetero teams will try to use the female's natural lubrication as much as they can. While the oiler can use three sprayers for the competition, each sprayer can only be filled once, so if the team is not careful, there is the chance they could run out of lube too soon. Hetero teams will have a bit of an advantage over the male / male teams when it comes to lubrication. This is one reason why this sport has evolved into primarily a hetero competition.

"Quickly, before I turn it back to the booth, please notice the last minute preparations here as Liar, our male contestant is helping Minsue get herself lubed up. As you can see, if we can zoom the camera in, he begins gently running his tongue up along her thighs as she teases her nipples.

"Ah, now Liar has moved his tongue to her clit and is gently circling as his fingers move to her pussy, testing with a slight probe. No... she's not wet enough yet, so Liar will continue on her clit, testing her from time to time.

"Liar is an experienced contestant and you can see, just his going down on Minsue has triggered a massive erection. Let's watch as the perv takes the initial measurements. He takes a flexible tape and starting at the base of the shaft he wraps his hand around Liar's cock and runs the tap up to the tip.

"The tape is waterproof, so any pre-cum will not damage it. There we go, the measurement is finished. Oh yes, Liar measures in at a whopping nine and three-eighths inches. While he continues licking Minsue's clit, probing her with his fingers, the computers are whirring away calculating the amount of full thrusts that will be required for the race.

"Oh look, he has inserted two fingers between her lips and, yes, see how they glisten, Minsue is definitely ready. Timing here is important because if she is ready too soon, she might dry out again before they get started, but in this case the timing is perfect.

"Here comes the starter in three, two, one, and there they go. Liar has started fast with a stunning full penetration, followed by two half penetrations and then enters his rhythm with consistently quick full penetrations. And what a rhythm it is, it appears he as covered nearly twenty feet already. He is presently moving as quickly as the much smaller Chinese teams and with his amazing length he has moved out into an early lead.

"Before I turn it back to you Edward, I'd like to make a side note about Liar. Prior to his early warm-ups we had an opportunity to speak at length about the disadvantages of size. Although ( , ) a disproportionately large man will need to thrust fewer times, a great deal of energy is spent in maintaining the erection. Keeping enough blood flowing to a massively erect member can be difficult over the many hours needed to complete the Marathon.

"Liar spoke candidly about the recent doping scandals, especially as it relates to the Marathon. Years ago, in an effort to enhance the blood flow to their erections would secretly get a blood transfusion a week or so prior to competition. The added mass of blood in their system made their erections easier to maintain. Of course, they faced possible severe repercussions due to the increased blood pressure they experienced.

"Lately the major problem in the sport comes in a little blue pill. Viagra has become the Marathon's dirty little secret. Claiming he has never used viagra to enhance his Marathon performance, Liar did confide that he has competed against a number of viagra-enhanced athletes. In talking to me, he has been the first in the sport to concede that viagra has been used in some competitions.

"Now back to you Edward."

"Thank you Cloudy for the in depth look at the Marathon team."

"And what a coups, the discussions with Liar regarding the viagra, Edward."

"Yes Belegon, Cloudy has certainly gone the extra mile here in her report."

"Thank you gentlemen, I'll continue watching the action from the floor here and will update you on Liar and Minsue's performance."

"We'll look forward to some riveting reporting. And look Belegon, Tatelou has returned."

"How did the interview with Carl East go?"

"Interview? Oh yes, the interview. Carl, wait, we need to do the interview now."

"Well Belegon, looks like she's off again."

"I wonder what those two were up to Edward."

"Whatever it was, Tatelou seemed to have developed a limp."

"It appears we'll have to wait a bit longer for Tatelou's play-by-play reporting on the action. Wait... we have some updated information now. Yes Edward, it appears that Liar is still maintaining a slim lead over the two top Chinese teams."

"Yes, but it's just a pubes-breath lead as they near the end of the first mile of thrusting. Perhaps we can get a report from Cloudy. Cloudy?"

"She doesn't seem to be responding."

"No Belegon, can you see her?"

"She appears to be in some heated conversations with the Russian team."

"Is that Russian team number one Belegon?"

"Yes Edward that is Russian team number one."

"Well, Russian team number one features the oldest competitor in today's Marathon. The male competitor is an old throwback to the Soviet Union."

"You mean..."

"Yes Belegon, it is the one and only Vasily Bigcockonov, all 36.8 centimeters of him."

"Thirty-six point eight centimeters? That's got to be..."

"Fourteen point five inches. You know it is rumored that Vasily's IQ drops a point or two every time he gets an erection due to the lack of blood to the brain. He can barely talk as it is."

"Well then what can Cloudy be doing down there? Ah now I see."

"Right you are Belegon, ever the consummate professional, Cloudy has negotiated a way to get in a first hand report. She has replaced Bigcockonov's fluffy and... it looks like... yes indeed, Cloudy is working on that fourteen inch monster now."

"In recent years, Bigcockonov has had trouble maintaining his erection through the competition. Well, look at Cloudy go, with both hands grasping the shaft, she is stroking him up and down while her tongue is butterflying over the head. Oh Vasily is enjoying it, look at his hips move."

"The cock is so big around that both her hands barely wrap around it."

"Oh but look, she has got the entire head into her mouth, Edward."

"I think if I was Bigcockonov I'd have a hard time pulling away from that fluffy. Cloud is certainly doing us proud. His cock is growing now, it should be time to disengage... but wait, Cloudy won't let him go. She has clamped on hand on his shaft, her mouth on the head and she is swinging with her free hand at his team."

"Look, the oiler has a hold of her... no, she slipped away from him."

"What's Bigcockonov doing?"

"He appears to be smiling Edward, yes, he is smiling and running his fingers through her hair."

"It looks like he is about to come. Yes, he is coming now."

"Cloudy has removed her mouth but continues to stroke his shaft as buckets of semen is splashing all over her."

"She is covered Belegon."

"That she is, we might note that Bigcockonov is effectively out of the competition for a medal now."

"You're right; Cloudy has single-handedly eliminated a major competitor. By the time Vasily recovers from his orgasm, he will be miles behind Liar and the Chinese."

"Tatelou has returned, Tatelou, how did the interview go."

"Damn technicians, they forgot to load the videotape. They ran an empty camera while I took every inch... ah, I mean while I interviewed Carl East."

"You mean you missed it?"

"Yes Belegon, I missed it. What the...? What has happened to Cloudy?"

"It appears she's been Bigcockonoved."

"She is drenched."

"That she is Tatelou, would you like to pick up on some of the play by play."

"Certainly Edward. It appears that Liar is maintaining his lead, thanks to what appears to be some intricate lube work by their oiler Chilled Vodka. Vodka brings his years of experience as a voyeur to closely watch Liar's cock and keep it well lubed. This team is working flawlessly, so well in fact that the fluffy is actually sleeping."

"Sleeping Tatelou?"

"Yes Edward, remember, they have been at it for several hours now, and the fluffy's only job is to wait for a failed erection. The top teams will only rarely use a fluffy. In fact, I have made arrangements for a couple of fluffies to demonstrate their techniques for you and Belegon."

"Techiques?"

"I see I woke you up Belegon, nice of you to join in the commentary. As I was saying, here are two fluffies to demonstrate their techniques. Gentlemen now if you would just take... Oh my, I see you already have.

"Now Edward, the idea here is simply to bring on an erection, not to take the competitor to orgasm. As you can see, her mouth muscles are well developed and that suction, combined with her hand motion should have intense... Oh hell Edward, you are not supposed to come. And you too Belegon, what's the matter with you two, it's like you've never received a blow job before."

"But, Tatelou..."

"You haven't?"

"Well, nothing like that."

"Ladies, I must apologize for my two perverted colleagues here, they just don't know how to act when a fine woman gets a hold of them. No ladies, I don't blame you, I wouldn't swallow either, at least not from these two.

"Back to the Marathon, I see both Chinese teams are mounting a run at Liar. Just look at those guys thrust, at this rate they should catch... wait, something has happened. Yes, one of the Chinese men has slipped out."

"Yes Tatelou, the oiler over lubed him and his slipped out just before a massive thrust."

"Edward, it looks like he is injured. He is in incredible pain! Cloudy, Cloudy, can you get a better look?"

"I am here Tatelou, and yes he is injured. Apparently as he slipped out of his partner's pussy, he was unable to stop his next thrust and it impacted just centimeters above her hole. Both of them are injured, she is badly bruised and let's hope he hasn't fractured his cock.

"I am getting a closer look... oh no Edward, he has fractured his cock, an extremely painful accident. This team is definitely out of the competition, and depending upon the condition of his cock, the Chinese competitor may have suffered a career ending injury."

"That is too bad Cloudy, but it just goes to show that even with the miniscule cock size of the Chinese, this is a dangerous sport. Tatelou, have you ever seen anything like this."

"Well I have heard of this, but never in a major competition. Edward, we have another report from Cloudy."

"Thank you Tatelou, there is now some commotion in the second Chinese team's area. The fluffy is moving into action. This is highly unusual for this team, in fact I can't remember a time the Chinese have ever used a fluffy in the modern Marathon."

"Please continue Cloudy, unless it is only a short delay with the fluffy, the Chinese may have lost all chance of a medal at this year's Olympics."

"Edward, apparently the second Chinese team heard what happened to their fellow competitor and the man immediately lost his erection. And from the feel of it, it was a major erectile failure."

"The feel of it?"

"Yes Tatelou, the fluffy was a bit slow getting into action, so I stepped in for a moment."

"You've stepped in for the Chinese fluffy now?"

"Yes Edward, believe me, it's no big deal."




The Literotica Olympics Day 17



Event: Rowing

The rowing competition was nearly cancelled. There was a serious dispute about eligible craft.

The Greeks started it. Didn’t they start everything first?

They insisted that as the Olympic Games were to be held in Greece that triremes should be used and ramming should be allowed.

The Trojans (modern Turkey) objected because the Greeks had too many triremes. After all hadn’t they sent a thousand of them just to reclaim a missing wife? They might have blamed Aphrodite but who didn’t?

The Trojan War was restaged with flour bombs between Greece and Turkey. The rowers from Cyprus threw flour at both sides and each other. The Irish joined in, fighting anyone. Begorrah! You couldn’t have a decent Donnybrook without the Irish, could you?

The Romans (modern Italy) insisted on quinqueremes. The Venetians (modern Italy) wanted galleys manned with slaves and armed with cannon. The Italian team started fighting themselves.

The British were not helpful. They insisted on steam power for their craft because they had invented the steam engine. The Greeks objected because Hero of Alexandria invented steam propulsion. The Egyptians counter claimed that everyone knew that Alexandria was in Egypt.

The USA claimed they were the first to put steam power on water. The British and US teams started fighting with water cannon. Then they both turned their cannon on the Russians who claimed that Lenin had invented the steam engine. The Chinese smiled inscrutably. They knew that the steam engine had been invented before these barbarian nations existed.

The Islamic Nations went into a huddle and announced unanimously that a fatwa had been issued stating that rowing and the human race had originated in their holy lands and therefore any competitor must be a true Muslim and if women had to compete, and they couldn’t agree whether women should be allowed or not, they must do so wearing a chador.

The realisation that the Islamic Nations had actually agreed on anything temporarily halted all fighting in a state of shock. The Israeli rowers blocked the phone lines with their reports to Mossad.

It didn’t last long. There weren’t many representatives of the Islamic Nations. Deserts don’t encourage excellence in rowing. The Islamic representatives were systematically ducked by the world’s women rowers until they had reached another unanimous agreement to withdraw the fatwa. Their mullah, who had become a mullah on an internet site, would have been debagged if he had been wearing trousers. Instead he was piled in a naked heap of one and sprayed with the water cannon. He withdrew muttering imprecations and calling on Al-wotsit to avenge his wrongs. For that he was arrested by the security forces and forcibly fed go-large Big Macs until he admitted that Al-wotsit was a front for Sad Dam Hussy and that he had concealed WMDs in the trousers he didn’t own. He was politely requested to tear up his ink-jet printed ‘mullah’ certificate and eat it. He was so full of Big Macs that he had some difficulty swallowing the certificate.

The Pan-African states had been having a tribal war of their own but no one paid them any attention. After their competitors had been reduced to one by genocide he appeared covered in medals and sank without trace after claiming that he could walk on water.

The Pan-American states were all stuffing themselves with the Big Macs the mullah couldn’t eat. They exercised by dancing Latin American style. The tango was well executed except by Nina from Argentina who just wouldn’t dance.

The Australians calmed everyone down with their ample supplies of ice-cold tins of beer. The erstwhile mullah was persuaded, after the threat of another ducking, to declare that faithful Muslims could drink Australian beer. It couldn’t be alcoholic because Mohammed didn’t mention it.

The Australian team coach said “Jeez! We’ll run out of beer. Our beer may be the best in the world but if all the world drinks it there won’t be enough.” He rang the Australian Embassy who instantly recognised the threat to Australian pride and sporting achievement. Six jumbo jets full of beer landed the next day.

That evening all the rowing competitors met at the Australians’ part of the camp. The lager flowed freely and the singing competition started.

Gentlemen’s Chorus: We row in the summer We love rugby in the fall We’re so tired it’s no wonder We’re any fucking good at all We’re arse forwards in the water Then we chase an odd-shaped ball

Ladies’ Chorus: We row in the summer We love hockey in the fall We’re so tired it’s no wonder We’re any fucking good at all We try to catch standing pricks Then we chase men with sticks

To the tune of ‘Messing about on the river’: I’m a fun-loving boy, and I always enjoy, Just pissing about on the river,

Watching the stunts of the cunts in the punts, Who’re pissing about on the river.

Cheering the eights as they finish the course, They loosen their rollocks, and lay on their oars,

The victorious eight is awarded a plate, For pissing about on the river.

The girls wait to welcome the crews at the locks, They all love a stroke, now they’re kissing the Cox.

I row to the bank and have a quick wank, While pissing about on the river.

The referees, during practice the day before the rowing competition was due to start, declared all the competitors ineligible to compete because of taking illegal stimulants, viz. the Australian beer. After each referee had been given the choice of two cases of Australian beer each or a ducking they withdrew their objections and the competition could proceed.

During the practice the Australians who were the only competitors to get their craft over the finishing line won the first five events. The other rowers were handicapped by double vision, a pounding head, a hangover and a mouth that felt as if it was filled with kangaroo dung.

After a crisis meeting of the referees, hangover cures were allowed to all competitors except the Australians who didn’t need them.

I regret to report that the Australian competitors were harassed. Rowing shells are delicate and expensive. The rowers balance them on their heads as they carry them to the water. The Australian men had their genitals fondled by women from other teams; the Australian women’s genitals were stroked by men. This had no effect until the men started fondling the Australian men; and the women fingered the Australian women. Even so the Australians managed to get their shells safely to the water.

The Russians tried spiking the Australians’ beer with vodka. That had no effect. The Russians examined their vodka. It had been made in a privatised factory in the suburbs of Moscow. Chemical analysis showed that the vodka was so adulterated with water that adding it to the beer reduced the alcoholic content. The Russians tried again with vodka made in the UK. Although there was a marked increase in alcoholic content it had no effect on the Australian competitors. The Russians drank the vodka spiked beer themselves to check that it was strong. It was. The Russian team was disqualified for being unable to walk to the water without falling in.

There was an innovation in the coxed fours. In the men’s event the coxes were female and positioned in the bow of the boat, legs spread and pussies on display. The rowers faced the cox and rowed as fast as they could to get towards their cox’s pussy. Even the last four had broken the previous Olympic record. The banks of the course were covered with rowers thrusting deep into their coxes who seemed to be shouting for more thrust.

In the women’s event the coxes were male. After the celebrations the coxes needed CPR and most of the women were seen using strap-ons on each other until their male colleagues offered their assistance. The men didn’t expect their offer to be accepted so readily, nor that the women would refuse to remove their strap-ons. The men needed emollient ointment on their asses before they could participate in further events.

A new departure was the mixed-paired sculls and fours. In the double sculls the woman faced the man and spread her legs around the man’s hips. As they rowed he thrust into her and she thrust back. The seat was designed to accommodate two asses and slid beautifully. The first practice sessions had been a disaster. Neither rower had been concentrating on the scull’s direction only on the techniques of thrust and counter thrust. Several of the sculls hit the bank with unfortunate consequences for the man’s erection. The fours were similar to the paired sculls but with two couples.

It is sad to report that only the sprint mixed events were successful at this Olympics. If the course could be traversed in less than two minutes then this innovation was practical. If the race lasted longer than two minutes the man (or men) had ejaculated and was useless. The 2,000 meter paired sculls took two hours to complete because the women rowers had to wait for the men rowers to recover each time. The 5,000-meter race, an introduction this year, was abandoned because all the male rowers were snoring.

The premier event in the Rowing schedule is the eights. In the first heat the Russians were eliminated because they couldn’t get out of the water. The US were eliminated because their asses were too wide to fit the seats in their specially widened jumbo shell and despite waving platinum cards they were unable to upgrade to Business Class. The Turks and Greeks didn’t finish because they were still waging the Trojan War urged on by some floozy on the bank who said she was Helen. In a rewrite of history, neither side won because they were portraying the event for a reality TV show and who lived and who died depended on the viewers’ votes. The viewers voted for the best asses, but bribery ensured that no competitor sponsored by a major advertiser was ‘killed’ which meant that no one was. Egypt and China qualified in this heat.

In the second heat the French and German crews stopped in mid-race to rewrite the rules and to insist that other European crews should do what they said. The other Europeans gave the French and Germans the finger, which upset their rowing stroke allowing the UK, and Australian crews to qualify. The UK shouldn’t have qualified except that they didn’t consider themselves as European and always ignored anything said by the French and Germans.

The third heat started well but the Islamic nations tried to surround Israel but sank themselves. The four Pan-American nations were suffering from the effects of the Australian beer and couldn’t keep a straight course, eventually sinking themselves and Israel. No crew qualified.

The final was staged between the four remaining crews. Australia were the clear favourites followed by the UK. Those taking bets considered that Egypt and China has no chance. Both started at 100-1. The bookmakers had it right. China sabotaged its chance by lighting joss sticks in defiance of their rulers. Their shell caught fire and sank. On return to China the crew was shot trying to escape and their families were invoiced with the cost of the single bullet each escapee had needed. The Egyptians wanted to sacrifice a cat to Bubastis but the only available cat objected violently putting the Egyptian crew in hospital. A vet pronounced that the ‘cat’ was a very annoyed lion. The UK and Australian crews were the only eights at the starting line.

A former England football coach and his tame astrologer had trained the UK team. They had been advised to let the other team get a lead and then catch up because the UK was always better when coming from behind. That might have worked except that the Australians didn’t like the idea of the bloody Pommies heading for their asses and shot off like a wombat with its balls on fire. The UK crew might have recovered some of the widening gap but 4 o’clock struck and they stopped rowing to have tea. The Australians won by 1,500 metres. The UK team won the silver medal. The Egyptians won the bronze because their cox had managed to paddle their empty eight a couple of yards from the start line.

The Israelis lodged a protest against the Egyptians, the Islamic nations, the Pan-American nations and anyone else they could think of. Their protest was referred to the UN who replied that they would consider the protest when Israel observed some of the outstanding UN resolutions, even one would be nice, please?

After the eights everyone adjourned to the Australian’s area to finish their lager. They were impeded by drunken kookaburras who would sink their beaks in anyone’s lager and laugh hysterically when disturbed. The competitors signed an accord saying there would be world peace if everyone drunk Australia lager and please did anyone know how to deter kookaburras?

The accord was vetoed by every UN nation that had a veto and most of those who didn’t. The Australian UN representative held a lager tasting event and the vetoes were withdrawn only to be re-imposed the next day when the hangovers struck.

The Rowing was declared to have ‘shown the best traditions of the Olympic Spirit’ – who writes that sort of rubbish? They must have been at the Australians’ lager. The evening ended with another ceremonial debagging of the unfortunate ex-mullah. 



The Literotica Olympics Day 18



Literotica Olympics: Day 18 is part of a chain story that parodies participating Literotica author persona's and satirises aspects of both writing and the Author's Hangout.

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11:00 AM

"The temperature in Athens on Day 18 of The Literotica Olympics is very hot, very humid and very smoggy. In fact, it's downright sweltering, and there isn't anyone who isn't complaining about something," the radio announcer, Edward Teach took a short breath from his usual political rant, and then added, "To quote Bill Clinton . . ."

Svenskaflicka tossed the blond hair out of her eyes, tightly gripped the pillow beside her, and hurdled it through the air at the radio alarm, sending it crashing from the nightstand. At first it muffled the announcer, but then Edward's deep voice shot through the hotel room again.

"I was just looking outside the studio, and went to scan Timoleontos Vassos Street," he paused and opened up his dictionary wondering if he was using the correct literal meaning of scan, got frustrated with how many meanings there actually were, and began again. 

"Temperatures have been high in Athens, and down on the street, the crowds are literally jammed." Edward paused again, considering if the word 'jammed' was in fact literal. 'How many meanings could there be?' he wondered, shook his head and resumed his broadcast. 

"It's practically looking like the Feminine Mistake Thread, and in the words of Tucker Carlson, conservative co-host of Crossfire, 'it's a total nightmare and disaster'. So, if you want to get to the Athens Olympic Sport Complex on time to see the 100 metre dash, you'd better damn well leave soon."

Svenska rarely listens to words she'd rather ignore because it makes her think too much, so despite the noise of a mob outside, and the advice of the radio announcer, she decided to rely on her good luck to get her to the stadium on time, buried her head under her pillow and fell back to sleep. 

11:02 AM

The transportation wasn't the only disaster happening on Day 18.

Pop_54, a bit of an old pervert, and organizer of the day's events, had been up since 4:00 in the morning wrestling with a number of Literotica nightmares that had made his rather permanent hard-on a bit on the sluggish side. 

He rang up his red haired assistant Colleen Thomas, and they called an emergency meeting in room 69 of the hotel.

Liar, supposedly recuperating from a number of bets he placed during Euro 2004, and recovering from a rather interesting argument with leftover praWns, ducked through the door and waltzed into the room.

Colly and two event competitors, Virtual Burlesque and Tatelou sat suspiciously doing nothing on a large double bed that served as the Literotica round table, while Pop, a parrot perched on his shoulder and pecking his peppered hair, stood by the window.

"Lo, Liar," Pop said like a husky Pirate.

"Lo, lying bastard," his parrot repeated.

"Fraid to admit mate, I didn't call you here for a dirty arsed orgy." 

"No fucking," the parrot mimicked.

Liar glanced out the side of his eye, and looked at the clock, "You woke me for nothing? I have a competition in a few hours."

"Fraid not mate, and it's making my willy very, very soft."

Colly stood demurely from the bed, her black dress falling just below her knee. "I am going to preface this statement by saying that the situation eerily reminds me of one of the absolutely awful horror movies that I borrow from friends, although I can't quite decide which one, just know that this is not the worst of it."

"Wishfulthinking, the crazy sweetheart of a slut, was arrested," Pop blurted while lighting a cigarette. "Bloody well caught by those French buggers."

"She was apprehended rushing out of a Prada store in Paris with as many shoes as Imelda Marcos bought in her husband's first day of Presidency," Colly recounted.

A look of poetic melancholy flushed through Liar's eye.

"The horny arsed tart had a hell of a kinky fetish, and while I loved it, it's driven the doll mad," Pop jumped in.

"I am not going to go into details here," Colly promised. "I am just going to say that there isn't another woman to replace her."

Liar sullenly fell on the bed between Burley and Lou. 

"Melodramatic poets," Burley rolled her eyes.

"Oh come 'ere, babe," Lou rubbed his back.

"Don't get too cozy there darlin'," Pop looked at Lou.

"Burley, I am just going to say, and it has nothing to do with you, but Summer Morning went celibate at 1:06 this morning," Colly interrupted.

"What the fuck, Ms. Colly!" Burley shot straight up from the bed, her breasts bouncing from her tight, low cut tank, her micro miniskirt clinging to her hips.

"Calm down darlin'." 

Pop, Liar and Colly watched her full breasts bounce up and down, up and then settle, while Lou got a full view of her pantiless buttocks, and shaved pussy.

"Um, Dirty Lover will replace him," Pop gulped.

Burley smiled, slightly satisfied and sat back down on the bed, her mini-skirt rising further up her thighs as she crossed her legs.

"Lou, love," Pop sat compassionately beside her, placing his hand on her knee, and slowly, consolingly sliding it up her thigh. "Lewdandlicentious."

Lou turned her head toward Pop, whose eyes affixed to her erect nipples, which were pressing through her tight, white, English flag t-shirt, "What about Lew?"

"His cock is out of commission," Colly calmly stated. "I definitely will NOT go into details here, but it reminds me of this really horrible Japanese eunuch flick that one of my friends lent me."

"Bloody hell it is!" Lou's eyes widened.

"Fraid so love. The dirty bugger got on with a bunch of cock dead lurkers from the General Board, and got himself into a nasty competition after a few pints in the pub. You know how he is about that mammoth cock of his. God damn GBers dared to see if it could stand up to the Olympic pressure."

"Lew's cock is impenetrable!" Like a chick in shock, she refused to believe it.

"Well, that may be darlin', but not even Superman's steel could hold up the twenty, ten pound Olympic rings Lew attempted to hold with that mythic cock of his."

"I didn't want to say it, but he broke under the pressure. If only he hadn't put that last ring on," Colly shook her head, and then sat at the corner table, contemplating.

"Fuck. Typical English behaviour, always putting himself in dangerous positions. How to throw away a gold," Lou ranted. Normally Lou would have been concerned about Lewdandliscentious, but this was a matter of English pride, and she wanted the gold to be hers.

"So who's my bloody replacement?"

"There aren't any lads left on your team for this event, love."

"So sad, Ms. Lou," Burley snickered unsympathetically, licking her ruby lips practically tasting a win on her tongue. 

"I'm not trying to present an opinion here," Colly got excited. "But it does strike me that the Olympics are about diversity, the rings like the rainbow of our international gay flag," she suddenly stood proudly at attention, her hand over her loyal heart. "And we 'are' forgetting the gay factor here. Liar still has Dranoel, McFbridge, Cantdog, and Belegon on his team, and you still have Vella_ms, Lucky-E-leven, Honey 123, and Cloudy on your team. The guys, well, especially Dranoel considers himself a devout hetero, but I know the ladies are all ready, willing and believe me," she smiled knowingly, "very able."

"Jesus, Lesbians! I'm up for that," Pop's hard-on began to buldge through his trousers. "Colly darlin', you've got to tell me more, full description, don't scrimp on the detail please."

"Is there going to be spanking involved?" Lou inquired.

"You make the rules, love."

"Mm, indeed! But I'm NOT wearing the dildo," she quickly added.

Liar's masculinity suddenly emerged from his sensitive poetic façade, and he sprung from the bed, towering over everyone in the room. "Hey, I am 'Nor-dick,' for a reason."

"I am going to touch on the fact that you claim to be neutral," Colly smiled sweetly. She was hard to refute.

"Take one for the team, Mr. Liar," Burley sarcastically clichéd, confident that her planned burlesque tease would win the impending race.

"That's right Lad, one poke from a bloke," Pop's cock started to throb. 

"Ya, well, which bloke?" Liar grumbled and then conceded.

Everyone looked at each other, baffled because no one knew the answer.

"It's only fair that both you and Lou should be a part of that decision," Colly's mind started turning while visions of fellatio and cunninglus danced in her head. 

"I'll have everyone in the garden at the back of the hotel in thirty minutes. Burley, you don't have to be anywhere until the event. Rest up," Colly proudly sauntered out of the room. Pop followed her.

"I think I'm in love," he said, and then turned to Lou and Liar. "See the two of you at half past."

12:15 PM

Enthusiastic and eager to play with Lou, four contenders arrived fifteen minutes early. The air was thick with the venomous talons of female competitiveness, after all Lou was an Alpha female, and each of these ladies wanted the whole pie, not just a simple slice.

"Lucky," Cloudy acknowledged.

"Cloudy," Vella nodded.

"Vella," Honey amicably smiled.

"Honey," Lucky politely stated.

There was a moment of intense silence as they all scanned each other's tits, ass and pussies, appreciating the beauty of one another, while their eyes seared malevolently for flaws.

"A new hair colour Cloudy, or is that a wig?" Lucky cooed.

"Au natural, kind of like the extra Lays that Honey just gluttoned back," Cloudy spit.

"Did you just call me fat?" Vella yawned, already tired of the inane conversation.

"Don't think we don't know what it means when you say that Vella," Cloudy elbowed her.

"Oh, you are a spoiled, jealous brat aren't you Cloudy," Honey snapped trying desperately to be mean. "Always trying to get your way."

"Oh, there is no mistaking THAT," Lucky laughed and then POW, Cloudy's wrist flicked and her hand slapped across Lucky's mouth.

Lucky bit into her tongue, which twisted up like a knotted cherry, then she drew her right arm back, and in true Texan style – BIG – she curled her fist, and with all her weight behind her, plunged her arm forward. 

Cloudy ducked and Vella's face got in the way.

"You whore," Vella screeched.

"You bitch," Lucky yelled.

"You cunt," screamed Cloudy.

"Dear God," prayed Honey.

Like Catwomen pitted against Batwomen, their painted claws extended, hair exploded into a downpour over the garden, stiletto's kicked, heels mangled, palms slapped, fists plunged.

SMACK! BOOM! BAM! WHAM! SPLAT!

"Lo darlin's, if you can take that a little to the left, into that muddy garden there, I'd be a much harder man," Pop smoothed his hand over the front of his trousers.

All four women froze in their places. Vella's eye puffed, Lucky's mouth bled, a stiletto heel stuck out of Cloudy's side, and a chunk of Honey's hair was missing. 

"Bloody Hell!" Lou complained. "First Lew and now this."

"Form a line Ladies," like a fascist about to begin an interrogation, Colly unpredictably took charge. With her hands clasped behind her back, she marched back and forth twice in front of the sirens, looking them in the eyes before inspecting their individual status. 

"Say Aww," Colly demanded of Lucky.

"Aww," Lucky opened her mouth wide.

"Swollen, twisted tongue, no good for cunninglus. Step forward three paces Cloudy." 

The pain of the stiletto slicing into her flesh forced Cloudy's hip to buckle after her first step. 

"No, this won't do for fucking." Colly moved to Vella, stared at her eye, then formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger. "Stick your finger in my hole." 

Vella squinted, and missed the target.

"Unreliable for anal."

"Honey, Honey, Honey," Colly walked around Honey's slender, taut frame, and then lifted the long dark hair surrounding the bald spot at the back of her head. Honey flinched.

"Sensitive?" Colly raised an eyebrow. 

"A little," Honey lifted her hand, but refrained from touching the missing patch of hair.

"Well, we can work with this if we put it in a ponytail." Colly stepped directly in front of her, raised her thumb and pulled her mouth open. "Your tongue is ok," she stared into her eyes. "You can see," she patted her ass and smoothed her hand across her hip. "It appears you'll be able to move for the duration."

Colly marched in front of Lucky, Vella and Cloudy. "I'm not going to touch on the fact that I do not envy your positions. It reminds me of the truly awful horror films my friends are always giving me, but it seems as though you three 'are' the weakest links. Good-bye."

All three walked away, bloodied, beaten and defeated as Honey sweetly grinned, and condescendingly waved good-bye.

"Colly, hon," Lou motioned Colly with a flick of her neck.

"Yes?" Colly moved closer to Lou and Pop.

"Honey's a love, but I seem to recall when she first arrived at Lit, well, she had barely seen a porn magazine. Does she know how to use a strap-on? Has she ever been in a lesbian scenario?"

"Oh, don't worry Lou," Colly eyed Honey's golden body. "I'll teach her everything she needs to know to be in top form for you."

12:45 PM

Not quite as eager, the male contestants arrived fifteen minutes late. The flowers bloomed in the garden, the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air. McFbridge bent down to smell the tulips, and Pop, looking at his ass, slipped a cigarette from his pack in between his fingers. "Any of you blokes care for a fag? You might need one," he laughed and lit one for himself. "Ah, never mind lads, strip down. Let's get a good look and see how you measure up."

While Lew definitely had the most mythic of Lit cocks, it was a well known fact that all Lit men are more than well endowed, so it was no surprise that not one of them was a razor blade smaller than a foot.

"Me thinks no one read my bio," Dranoel puffed out his chest. "Me knows, I'm a devout hetero, and me is damn proud of it."

"I don't mean to form an opinion Dranoel, but you did take a test prior to this event, and it did confirm that you were indeed 13 percent gay," Colly warned.

"Me knows it proved I was 86 per cent S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T, straight," he spelled out.

Pop laughed, "Guess you didn't read the fine print, mate."

"When you signed up to the Olympics, you gave blanket permission, and quite frankly, this covers a diversity of beds. Besides, everyone says you're an ass man, even you," Colly informed him of the obvious facts.

Dranoel winced, removed his clothes, left his cowboy boots on, and then stepped into the line showcasing himself with the rest of the men. 

Colly paced twice in front of the line, tugged up her silky black dress, and slowly, methodically adjusted her garter. "Think of it like American Football, homoerotic, but still manly. O.k., enough discussion about straightness," Colly dismissed Dranoel and stood with her eyes on McFbridge, otherwise known as Mike. "I demand to see 'straight' in the air now." 

Their cocks came to attention.

"Mike," Colly's eyes drifted to his eleven-inch cock. You claim you are into non-consent, so I can see you being a good bottom. However, you flirt with the Ladies of Lit more then the rest of them. Can you forget about minge for at least ten minutes?"

'Minge,' Mike pondered then questioned. "The gosling? I didn't realize she was interested," his cock grew another two inches, and his mind started racing.

He was wrongly referring to Minsue who's obsession with Mother Goose had prompted her to make the 'change' from transgoose to full feathered gosling.

"Not the Gosling, mate," Pop lit another cigarette.

"Minge," Mike said again. "Damn, that's just about the hardest riddle I have ever come across."

"Minge, mate," Pop snickered, but Mike continued to ponder.

"Oh forget it, Colly gave up, grabbed his balls, and squeezed with lethal pressure.

"Hey!" his voice rose to a pitch that reminded Colly of that truly awful Michael Jackson horror video, or perhaps it was just Jackson himself. 

"O – Key!" he sang out.

"Good boy," she patted him on the head and moved to Cantdog.

"53 percent gay," she smiled and looked down at his cock, and smoothed her hand over his shaft. "With a slick, hard fiery pole. Do you prefer to slide down one, or have yours slid onto?"

"Well," he pondered, not really sure if he should take a side. "I can lift my axe and swing hard, and yet with someone on my ass, I suppose I could spread like a wildfire."

Colly nodded at his diplomacy, then stood in front of Belegon, a bit of a brown-noser, and apparently the only man who was more than eager.

"I'm 33 per cent gay, have dyed my hair, I like ballet, have French kissed a man on a dare, and I visit San Francisco once a year." He leaned near Colly's ear. "The ladies like a man with a little gay inside him," he winked.

Suddenly, there was a screaming in the distance. "You woo! Hey there, wait for me!"

Everyone turned around as Black Tulip sashayed toward them, her hand raised, fingers twittering in the air and breasts bobbing from her ultra low cut halter.

"I heard on the news that Wishful was in jail, and while I had to sneak out of work with a good excuse, certainly not that I was coming to the Lit Olympics because I'd definitely get fired, but I figured out a good excuse. Anyhow, I immediately hopped on a plane, and well boys, here I am," she stretched out her arms, and bent one knee in a pose similar to the famous pin-up girl, Betty Page.

A sigh of relief washed across Liar's face, and the horror dissipated from Dranoel's eyes. Dejected, Belegon looked down and sulkingly kicked his foot across the blades of grass. Cantdog wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder.

The team was now ready for the gun.

2:59 PM

Svenska woke up. 

"Where's that damn clock," she muttered, got out of bed and uncovered it from underneath the pillow on the floor. 

Distress tremoured across her rosy Swedish cheeks, "Oh my God!"

It was an hour before the event. 

She scurried to shower, but realized she didn't have time. She hurried to find something to wear, but realized she had brought too many clothes from the e-business. She couldn't decide what to wear. Time ticked, and she didn't have any time to think. She didn't have any time to make a decision. She grabbed whatever was in reach, and rushed out the door onto Timoleontos Vassos Street searching frantically through thousands of lurkers for the trolley.

Wearing rather large 3-inch heels, she heard the rumble of the trolley and tried to run for it. Unfortunately, running and 3-inch heels just didn't compliment Svenska, and she tripped, spinning slowly, as if slumbering in the air until she hit Chilled Vodka who was running from another direction. They crashed to the cement sidewalk with a thud.

CV was wearing the exact same heels and combination of clothes as Svenska, but there was no time for CV to provide his cutting Joan Rivers-like commentary as the trolley doors opened. They scurried to their feet and made a mad dash for the door. 

Suddenly, the trolley slammed shut and the two of them crushed into the door as the trolley driver, looking strangely like Boxlicker, watched their faces smoosh into the glass. 

In fact it was Box, and he snickered in retaliation for all the years of rudeness he had tolerated on the Lit Boards. He laughed like a maniac and began to slowly, at a snails pace, pull away. He stopped until they caught up, and then teasingly pulled away again.

CV lost it and like the cryptic comments he makes on the story feedback he screamed, "Eek, eek, eek!"

Svenska was a little more direct, her fists pounded on the door as Box stuck out his tongue in a nana kind of way, and drove out of range, "I'm gonna tell God and he'll have you sent to HELL, BOX!"




The Literotica Olympics Day 18



Svenska and CV looked each other up and down like a couple of Diva's realizing they had worn the exact combination of clothing. 

"A monkey. Slut. Gay muslim priest in drag. Me, me, me. Sven," CV dared to say.

"Stuff it!" Svenska folded her arms and growled, "SVEN is a man's name." She looked him up and down, "but I guess you wouldn't know the difference, so I won't take it out on you. This time. Nice dress though, I see you got it from my website."

A crowd gathered at the stop, a second trolley rolled up, and like a Tokyo subway, a thousand Litsters pushed, and shoved, and crammed their way into the 3 x 6 foot door. 

Destinie21, who was on a shopping spree to fulfill her pregnant wife's insatiable cravings, had only stayed in Athens to find Baklava. She sat in her typical pose, head on the seat and ass in the air near the front of the trolley, trying to read posters of poetry written by JTHSerra, which were plastered above the windows. Suddenly, she overheard two men, Remec, a Jim Morrison look-a-like, and Rumple Foreskin, apparently a porn star, discussing the day's events. She shifted her position and sat up straight, her ear toward them.

"I heard there'll be lesbians in this event," Remec's cock was heating up and he tugged on the crotch of his leather pants.

Destine's eyes widened.

"Lesbians?" Rumple scratched his chin.

"Yes, Lesbians."

"Lesbians have always been good for ratings," Remec's eyes peered over his sunglasses.

"Yes, Lesbians have always been good for that."

The word lesbian kept ringing in Destinie's ear. She looked at her watch. 'Hm, if I go to the event, I will still be able to make a later flight to Rome, pick up the tiramisu, fly to France for the crème brulee, get lobster in Cuba and make it home before midnight tomorrow. Of course, the wife will be a little bitchy by that time. Maybe not,' she reconsidered.

"Lesbians are cool," Remec stated.

"I think you mean Lesbians are hot," Rumple corrected.

"Lesbians can be hot if I'm in the middle."

"No worries, Lesbians love a good hard . . ."

The word lesbian hauntingly taunted her, repeating over and over like a wicked spell.

"Fuck it. I'll deal with the wife," she blurted out, stepped off the trolley with the crowd, paid three hundred Euros for a choice seat from a scalper, and entered the roaring stadium.

4:05 PM

"No one will forget 'that' fine karaoke performance by Joseki Ko singing the Literotica theme song, Lady Marmalade. Least of all me," Abstruse, cigar in hand, swiveled her chair around to camera three. "Voulez vous couchez avec moi," she purred, flipped her hair and gave a sly wink to TV land before getting back to the event.

The Literotica crowd was wild and getting hotter as the competitors walked into the stadium to take their mark.

"Hi, Lauren," Abs, who had been stalking the young lady for months, leaned back in her chair and uncrossed her legs.

"Hi, Abs," Lauren Hynde, a young, Portuguese woman with intense blue eyes exchanged as she, and her handsome British team mate Sub Joe led the line into the stadium.

Abs eyes followed Lauren's ass, and completely preoccupied with all the beautiful bodies entering the field, she ignored the sound of rustled feathers in her ear.

"Hey Honey," Abs ran her fingers seductively across the large, thick Romeo y Julietta between her lips.

"Hi Abs," Honey smiled flirtingly and waved.

Pluck, cackle, and then snap went the sound of webbed feet pounding against one another just out of sight of the camera. Abs turned around and stared at Minsue, the producer, who was looming over her in the shadows.

"Ah, Gosling."

"Good God, A/J. You're not just here for the coffee, you know. This is live, stop drooling and get to work or I'll snap my whip," Minsue threatened.

"Oh, stop quaking and have a taste of my love cigar," Abs formed a circle with her lips, and smoke rings blew in the direction of the Gosling, who was not impressed.

"Lordy, Lordy," escaped from the Gosling's beak. "I'm going to spank you if you don't watch out."

"Bring it on, sister," Abs smiled, and spread her thighs wide.

Minsue rolled her eyes. "I'll fill your box later, just get to the event."

"Oh, promises, promises," Abs turned to camera two and began speaking to TV land.

"We're here in Athens' stadium, at the first, and perhaps only Literotica Olympics, where there are four teams about to behave like filthy whores in the 100 metre dash. This is a quick event, so keep your eyes open, or you might just miss it."

Down on the field, Angela 146 plugged in the giant purple vibrator. "On your mark!" She shouted.

"WHOOP!" Crimson Maiden shook her humungous, red pom poms.

"Fuck and cum, fuck and cum, fuck and cum!" Chanted Pussy Chaser. 

Claire Blossom lifted her arms to start a human wave in the stands, but the people surrounding her in the bleachers were European football fans, and gawked at her strange and foreign action. Having foiled her fun, Lucifer Carroll snickered at the success of his devious plan to ruin her. He crossed her name off his list of people to put through hell. 

Abstruse stared into camera two. 

"Lauren and Joe don't seem to be putting themselves into any logical position," Abs squinted and began her commentary. "It looks like Lou was trying to help Honey tighten the belt of her strap on, but look! The crowd is going wild. Lou has ripped it off Honey's body and is twirling it like a lasso over her head. She has thrown it to a mob of her cheering fans and they are fighting for it. 

"Burley has positioned herself in front of Dirty Lover's pole, and Liar has one eye on Black Tulip's pin-up girl pose. Looks like Tulip is already proving that even a teacher can behave like Literotica's slutipriminatta, Tatelou." 

Abs leaned into the mic and with her tongue drooling, she turned and fixed her eyes on camera three, "I might just need to change my panties."

"Get set!" Angela raised her right hand to the switch on the giant purple people eater.

Abs looked around into the audience. "Pop already has his cock out. Looks like the anticipation is way too much for the old pervert."

"GO!" The vibrator buzzed through the speakers, and the couples were off.

Abs was speechless. Her jaw dropped staring at Lauren, then at Honey, then at Lou, then at Tulip and then at Burley. Minsue, whose eyes were affixed to the poetic and musical movements of Liar, didn't notice the sudden lack of commentary.

"So, how do you want to go about this?" Joe said calmly loosening his bow tie and undoing his Technicolor dream coat.

"Well, we're here to win, and if my calculations are right, I have the chart handy if you need to see it," she turned around so Joe could unzip her black Christian Dior evening gown, and eyed the three couples beside them. "Honey is kissing Lou at a rate of 1.3 seconds a tongue thrust, and with a total tongue force equal to 30.1 kilos times pi, Lou should cum in about, oh 15 minutes."

Joe, otherwise known as Rain man, unzipped her dress and it fell to the Astroturf. "Hm, I didn't account for the pi, but was considering a calculus factor in determining the speed at which Liar's cock raised, plus XY divided by the speed of light, which equals the amount of blood pumping to his cock." 

Joe undid his trousers, and pulled his cock out stroking it at a rate of one slide per .7 seconds. "He will come 13.76666 seconds after Lou, and Dirty Lover is already behind, but if, in 3.2 seconds, Burley stops dancing around him like a drunk and horny chicken, they just might have a chance."

Lauren unclasped her lavender Victoria's Secret bra and drew it over her shoulders, then removed her matching panties. "If you fuck my ass, I will cum on no more than seven minutes."

"In. As 'in', if I fuck you 'in' the ass, I'll cum 'in' 7.6321," he corrected her.

Burley glided her tongue along her ruby red lips, the tips of her fingers pinching DirtyLover's nipples as she descended to her knees. She kept her eyes on his wonting expression as his rigid cock slid over her pussy, skimming across her navel, and between her full breasts. She paused, the head of his cock pressing against her chin, then opened her mouth and rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, slipping it between her moist lips, guiding him across her tongue, deeper into her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft. 

"Ohmygod yeeeesssss, aaaaaiiiiieeeeooo, mmmmmmmm, aaaaooooo, eeeeh, ooooooaaahhhh, oooouuuuuuw" his eyes shut feeling blood rushing and cum swelling. 

Dirty Lover's hips lunged forward. He grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth closer to his body, the head of his cock dancing against the back of her throat. She moaned. 

Honey's lips pressed against Lou's, and her tongue swirled lustfully into her mouth. Reaching one hand between their bodies, Honey fought the button of Lou's jeans and roughly yanked down her zipper. Wildly, she pushed Lou to the ground, tore her jeans, and ripped her off her panties. It seems she had learned much in an hour with Colly.

Lou dug her elbows into the grass, her ass raising in the air, nipples searing from her t-shirt, her dark hair falling across her eyes. She turned her head around. Honey knelt behind her, raised her hand and stung her fingers across Lou's ass. Lou smiled. Her eyes sparkled and her body braced as Honey's hand again, again, again, flamed across her swelling flesh. 

Tulips arms weaved like tendrils around Liar's broad Viking shoulders. He lifted her from the ground. Her thighs swung around his strong hips, her stiletto's dug into his legs. Holding her buttocks in one hand, he clutched his raging manhood, slid his princely, bulbous crown across her bud of joy, soaking through her wet lawn, peeling her leaves open and then pressed into the sweltering garden of her wonting love trap. Like a wild cougar, her nails clawed at his back. His cock sunk deeper inside of her, sliding and storming, digging in and out as her breath let out small screams.

With one knee firmly pressing into the ground, his bare foot near Lauren's face, his stiff cock already painted with Lauren's juices, Joe spread her ass, circling his head around her rippling hole.

She cried out, her clit swelling as his cock stretched her open. He pulled her long dark hair. Her back arched as he drove his hips forward. Her body swallowed his surging cock, her pussy soaked and dripped down her thigh. She reached her fingers to her pussy, swimming them around her clit, curving them through her lips and diving into her hole.

Joe's breath scattered, his flesh pounded against Lauren's ass, the moisture of sweat sticking between their bodies as he furiously stormed into her, hammering, pounding, his cock welled and surged.

Lauren glided her soaked fingers through her pussy, spiraling the tips around her clit, her body shivered winding faster and faster as Joe plunged in and pulled back. His cock throbbed, and she moaned feeling the aching swell of her orgasm charging through her body. Joe gabbed her hips and boiling to cum he thrust harder, deeper. 

"Yes. Yes Einstein!" she yelled as she came.

"Take it like Nikolay Ivanovich Lobachevsky," he yelled and exploded. His cum dripped through her ass.

The sounds of moans could be heard all throughout the stadium, but there was an unutterable silence from the control booth.

"A/J," Minsue panted.

Abs shook herself and in disbelief turned around to camera three. "Um, sorry, I was mesmerized there for a second. Good god," she tried to catch her breath. "That was, um, hot."

"Good, God," she said again. "Good, god, well, it isn't to hard to figure out who won the gold in this race. Good, god," her eyes widened and she looked back to the field, trying to catch her breath. "Good, god," was all she could mutter.

The Gosling poked her beak in front of the camera, "Stayed tuned for the highlights of the days events right after this commercial brought to you by our sponsor, 'Starfucks', where a latte offers more than a frothy mouthful.



The Literotica Olympics Day 23



Event: Judo

The sound coming from the other side of the door was unmistakable. Snoopy smiled in recognition of creaking floorboards, hushed giggles, moans and the strained voice of Dirtylover, the one man coaching/training/sparring staff behind the unexpected success of Honey in the Lit-Olympics judo tournament. 

SnoopDog knew he had to keep quiet on his side out in the corridor. Snoop was a man on a mission, and men on missions have a tendency to take themselves very seriously. Especially since the women who assigns missions to men on missions tend to be very effective at getting them to do...well...just about anything to please their whims. And like obedient little puppies groveling for a treat, men roll over. SnoopDog, body of a man, soul of a beagle, had a tendency to roll over puppy-style at the drop of a hat. He didn't mind though, it usually got him what he wanted; an affectionate scratch behind the ear in that place that made his toes curl.

And really, who could ever say no, when a divine goddess like Destinie, reigning world champion, amazon beauty, Stairmaster extraordinaire, demanded a favor.

That's why he was there, sneaking around outside the unisex locker room in the training hall that were at the disposal of this year's Olympic martial arts contestants. To do a little investigating, and see what hidden aces Honey, the slender pale beauty challenger, would have up her sleeves for the all American final between the two of them.

The Literotica flavor of the traditional Judo was a game of sexual inventiveness, devious tactics and erotic boldness. Not only was your task to take your opponent down, but also to go down on them. Both Honey and Destinie had had an impressive hot streak of victories so far, and Destinie figured that safe was better than sorry. So she sent Snoopy sniffing around.

At least, snooping was Snoopy's first mission. Part one, plan A, the prime objective. He pressed his ear against the door to try to find out what was going on inside.

"You...need...too... mff...yes... work.... a bit on your... ohmygodthatfeelsgreat... foot work, you know that, right?" a male voice panted from within the hotel room, followed by a muffled reply in a melodic female timbre.

"What did you say?" Dirtylover groaned, again to be greeted with the same gagged response.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand what you're..." he began again, but was interrupted by a popping sound. This time the woman's voice was clear and articulate. But smooth and sweet as...well...honey.

"Lover, please. I can't do this and answer your questions at the same time," she cooed. 

"Hey, I didn't ask for you to yank down my shitabakis and dive in, Honey. Not that I mind at all, but just for the record."

"Well, you said you wanted to see how good I was on my feet."

"Those are your knees," he said with a strained voice.

"Tomato, tomatoe..." Honey giggled in return.

"...and that's your hand around my..."

"Shut up and let me continue, lover boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

The room fell silent, except for a faint slurping sound, and Dirtylover's jagged breathing. From the outside however, Snoopy couldn't be quite sure what he was hearing, so he leaned on the door and pressed his ear closer to see if he could catch anymore of what was happening.

And well of course, then it happened.

"Stupidstupidstupid", he muttered to himself, as he heard a faint click from direction of the lock, and the door swung inwards, taking him with it, unable to stop the inevitable.

He was greeted by a surprised shout from the trainer on the locker room bench, and an equally surprised muffled grunt from between his legs, where the talented athlete's cute little head was bobbing up and down relentlessly. She didn't stop when Snoopy with an embarrassed smile stumbled into the room, but raised her gaze to look at him and arched a curious eyebrow.

Between the two of them, the athlete and the trainer seemed to be sharing one judogi, the traditional while judo uniform. Honey was sitting on her knees on the floor, head seated between Dirtylover's thighs. Her jacket was tossed aside, and as per Literotica regulations, she wore nothing else under it. Her trainer on the other hand, had his own jacket on, although untied and open, but his pants were nowhere to be found. The last piece of the uniform, the long black belt that could be tied around the waist was tied all right, but not around anyone's waist. Instead it was pulled tightly around the sitting man's wrists behind his back, and finally secured on a clothes rack pole behind him. 

"Oh...I-I'm sorry..." Snoopy stuttered. "Didn't know you were in here."

"Don't worry buddy," groaned the trainer. "Just close the door on the way out. You're amazing, baby. Just a little bit more...almost there... almost there..."

Though reacting with a confused stare at first, Snoopy quickly realised that the last statement was not aimed at him, but was meant for the gorgeous athlete on the floor. He started to back out, but Honey raised her head, plopping the lover part of Dirtylover out of her mouth.

"Hey, I know you" she said, while Dirtylover groaned in frustration.

"What are you doing, Honey? Don't stop now..."

"You know me?" SnoopDog asked, turning in the doorway.

"...I'm so close..." groaned the tied up man.

"Yeah, you're Destinie's coach, right?" Honey asked and stood up facing him. First, Snoopy didn't know where to look. Her breasts, her lovely erect nipples were right there in full view. And then he remembered where he was. It was the Literotica god damn Olympics, walking around topless, and ogling the pretty bits was almost considered prude here. So with his eyes swooping up and down her slender shapely body, he managed to croak out an answer.

"Um... well, kind of. More like an assistant, I guess. Mrs. Destinie doesn't really allow people to tell her what to do."

"...honey, pumpkin, cherry pie could you please get your mouth back on my..."

Honey's face lightened up in a wide grin. "But...she listens to you, right?"

Snoopy smiled dryly. "When she's in the mood. Why?"

"...pleeease..."

"Oh, nothing, I just thought it would be nice to meet her before the game. Under...you know...less formal circumstances."

The miserably ignored Dirtylover gave up his attempts to try to call Honey's wandering attention to his slowly dying attention, and resorted to a miserable puppy-like whimper. That almost triggered an ounce of empathy from SnoopDog, but only almost. At least he was getting some, unlike a certain beagle boy. All around him, people were getting boned, balled and blown like there was no tomorrow, but the position as assistant to Destinie - who wanted nothing from a man other than the occasional foot massage, and who required his more mundane services pretty much 24/7 - didn't really come with such benefits. 

The whimper from the bench continued, and Honey cast an amused look down at the man.

"Oh, put a sock in it," she murmured. "Or wait, I've got a better idea."

She quickly put her thumbs to the elastic waistline of her judogi pants, yanked them down over her waist, and gravity, which seemed to have an equal interest with Snoopy to see those incredibly long, smooth legs exposed, took care of the rest. In only a pair of cream colored, not to mention creamed panties, she stepped out of the collapsed pants and turned her back to the doorway and Snoopy. Both men watched mesmerised as she took hold of the hem of the panties, and then bent forward, tracing her hands on her thighs, down, down, down to knees and further. The panties followed, and as she bent over more and more, Snoopy had to take hold of the doorframe to stand upright (although upright he stood, or at least selected sections of him). Holy mother of Golf, that woman had an ass that would make gods grovel.

Honey stepped out of her panties, picked them up and rolled them into a soft wet ball. Then she leaned over to Dirtylover, who still just stared. She reached town to his crotch and gave his balls a short flick.

"Ooowmmmph?" he said. That was the combined efforts of yelping out in surprise at the assault on the sensitive dangly bits, and Honey, who shoved her panties into her coach's mouth, pulling one piece of skimpy string around his neck, turning her underwear into a small, but effective gag. He gave up a series of grunts, and tried to say something into the panties, but nothing came out that sounded like anything but expressions in the international language of WhatTheFuck.

Honey turned to Snoopy again, with a devious smile on her lips.

"And now...SnoopDog, you...dog, it is time for you to close that door."

"Yes ma'am," Snoopy said, and did.

"From the INSIDE, you dumbo!" came Honey's laugh through the door.

Snoopy quickly opened the door again and stepped into the locker room; he closed it behind him and turned to the naked beauty in the middle of the room, once again with an embarrassed smile on his lips.

"Sorry, a reflex, I guess, with all the women that Des wants to be alone with, I often get to wait outside."

"Oh, you poor thing," Honey chided him. "She doesn't even let you watch?" This was accompanied by a feline stretch of her back, pushing her assets proudly out into the air. It was obvious that she didn't just want Snoopy to watch, she wanted him to not even blink, in case he'd miss something.

"S-sometimes. Sometimes not. Depends on her mood," he managed to stutter out.

Honey advanced on him with sultry, swaying steps, purring seductively...

"Poor little Snoopy. But let me tell you...in here, right now...you can do so much more than just watch."

In a few steps she has her body pressed up against his, which in turn was pressed up against the now locked door. She pressed her naked breasts against his chest, groin pressed against groin, and she rubbed a raised thigh into his crotch, directly massaging his bulging erection. Honey let up a soft little giggle and the mischievous gleam in her eyes made Snoopy's knees tremble. She looked down at the poking tent in his pants.

"Oh my," she said, as she casually began to unbutton his shirt. "It looks like we both struck gold today, wouldn't you say?"

She continued to open up his shirt, placing tingling little kisses down his chest and torso as she went further down. At the edge of his pants she turned her oral attention upwards again, licking a trail of saliva up to his throat, and further up to his lips, parting them and plunging deep into the startled young man's mouth. All Snoopy could think of through all this was, "Whoa!" and shortly after that "Whoa? Is that all I can come up with?".. But when that hungry tongue of Honey's decided that it wanted to know the texture and taste of his velum, and her hands simultaneously managed to unbuckle his pants and yank them down to his knees, he finally surrendered to the notion that "Whoa!" pretty much summed up what he felt.

Unfortunately, being full of "Whoa!" does something to a guy's perception of reality. They tend to concentrate on that sensation and that sensation alone. So when Honey started to knead his growing organ with one shapely, smooth thigh, and with that escalating Snoopy's "Whoa!" into a full blown "WHOAYEAH!", he kind of went blind to anything else going on, and completely disregarded the warning signs. This was exactly what Honey had counted on and now she had both her hands free, and had taken a resolute grip around an arm and the side of his shirt.

As Snoopy came to his senses sailing through the air, the first thing he thought was "That was dumb; I should have seen this coming. She is a bona fide black-belt Lit-Olympian judo finalist for crying out loud." The second thing he thought was. "I wonder what kind of floor there is in this room. Please let it not be marble. Landing on marble is a bitch." He was after all quite apt in the sport himself, and sparring with Destinie made anyone an expert in landing after being thrown through the air. "Oh well," he finally thought. "I will find out soon enou...OUCH DAMN! Yep, that was marble all right."

He was flung to the floor square on his back, right in front of the feet of the incapacitated Dirtylover. He barely managed to pull his head up from being knocked out cold on the hard surface, and aching pain from the impact flared in his body. When it died down, he opened his eyes to see Honey straddled over his hips, her sweet wet pussy right above the tip of his cock, and already descending down on it. With a deep, happy sigh, she sank down to the hilt, devouring his rod in that wonderfully warm hole, before Snoopy had even managed to regain the breath she had just knocked out of him.

Dirtylover said something muffled into the panty-ball in his mouth. Nobody paid him any attention.

"Comfy?" Honey asked in a cheerful tone, looking form one man to the other. Snoopy just groaned in delight, while Dirtylover let out a resigned chuckle. He seemed to finally accept his role in the latest turn of events and seemed to realise that hey, at least there was free 3D, full surround sound hardcore porn in it for him. Honey started to rise and sink down in a moderate pace, riding the young German with her hands teasingly sliding up and down her body.

"Like what you see?" she purred.

"What...nnngh...kind of a quest...ooh...question is that?" Snoopy panted back. "You're...absolutely...gorgeous."

"Then why are you just lying there like a limp rag doll, instead of grabbing hold of me good and proper?"

"Just give me a sec...You almost killed me there."

"Then what? You like it like this?" she teased "Should I serve you gently, Geisha style? Or are you gonna wake up down there, take charge of this, flip me over and give it to me until I have cum leaking out of my nose?"

Snoop's face split into a wide grin. "I think..." he mused. "I think I'll choose option B."

"Doggy style?" she said with an excited squeal.

"Need you ask?" Snoopy laughed.

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Destinie lay on her back in the middle of the bed of her Olympic Village accommodations, thoughtfully tapping a big, golden dildo against her mouth. An amused smile danced across her lips as she contemplated the symbolic implication of that particular gesture, but other thoughts rapidly pushed it aside. 

Fact of the matter was, the curvaceous Mrs. was feeling a bit antsy. It had gone over an hour now, and SnoopDog was nowhere to be found. A call to his cell phone had found it cheerfully beeping the 'Charlie's Angels' theme in his coat pocket, hanging over the back of a chair in Destinie's room. It wasn't as if her instructions had been unclear, or the task ever difficult. Just figure out where Honey and that trainer of her were hidden away and see what information you could get out of them. But most important of all, let her opponent know that she was welcome over for a private chat between four eyes and two pussys.

After tomorrow, the winning one of them might risk being swept away on all kinds of celebrations, press attendances, sponsor meetings and god knows what. But Destinie had other plans. She had had her eyes on the upcoming starlet athlete for quite some time.

She laughed softly to herself where she lay. 'Upcoming Starlet'. Yeah, sure. As if she herself was some kind of old witch waiting to be knocked down from the throne. But that's was the nickname that the media circus had given Honey, and she played her part with great enthusiasm. Flashing sweet smiles and girly giggles at reporters and fans alike, letting them feast on her skimpy, cute cotton outfits and the slender athletic shape barely hidden underneath. It was all probably just a facade, she mused, but Honey radiated a kind of innocent naive vulnerability that set every slightly perverted mind within sight on fire. 

Compared to her, Destinie's classier image looked almost conservative. In another setting than the erotic madness around them, her sexy lace hemmed tops, satin slit skirts and legs that went on seemingly forever would cause whiplash lawsuits from merely turning heads at the speed of light. But she wasn't there to show off. She was there to win, and Erotic Judo was an intricate mind game where the element of surprise was everything. The plan had been only to invite Honey over for a little pre-game coziness. That would had given her a pretty good idea what she was up against.

Of course, the whole spy game, sneaking-outside-locker-rooms scheme had not been her idea. Oh no, the problem with her dear assistant Snoopy was that he not only was loyal and generally resourceful. No, sometimes he decided to go all enthusiastic and inventive on her. She wistfully wished that he had been a little more beagle-like still; a collar would had kept him - and her - out of trouble on several occasions.

And now he had gone AWOL. Not for the first time either. God damn puppy.

Destinie sighed, closed her eyes, and brought up the image of Honey from her memory. There was something irresistible about that long limbed, slender and tender bundle of sweetness, something that brought out the real beast...maybe Destinie wasn't immune to her charms either? Maybe she had an equally dirty old mind as everyone else seemed to have. Because whenever she saw Honey she just wanted to pick her up, strip away all that fluff, tie her spread eagle to a set of sturdy bedposts and ravage her so good that she wouldn't have time to even moan.

The thought of her opponent bound helpless on her bed, writhing and screaming in pleasure, sent a warm surge of tingling excitement through Destinie's body. She would have to get up and go find her stray companion Snoopy later, and there was no doubt that Honey wouldn't be far away when she did. One way or the other, she'd make her fantasy come true. Destinie knew that she had a way to make things happen. And this was not going to be an exception.

But for now, the Honey in her head would have to do. She absently slipped a hand inside her purple silk panties, and let the other slide up and down her trim curvaceous body, while she let herself be carried away on the waves of imagination, thinking up more and more explicit and inventive ways to draw screams of passion out of the imaginary tied up Honey.

"You'll see, you little bunches of Oh's..." she murmured to nobody in particular. "They call me 'The Mrs.' But it stands first and foremost for Mistress. Just you wait..."

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Meanwhile, Honey was busy drawing screams of frustration out of the not-so imaginary bound Dirtylover. She had taken hold of his thighs and was clinging on to him now, while Snoopy pounded her pussy from behind like a sex starved ex-con. His meat slid in and out and his loins slapped into her butt over and over, sending her face rocking back and forth in the other end.

"Yesss," she hissed and growled. "That's it. Do me good, fuck me, you horn dog, fuck me!"

Her heavy panting breath blew warm air over her trainer's cock and her lips almost, but only almost brushed the knob before retracting again. He tried of course; he jutted his hips up as much as he could to meet his athlete's advancing mouth. But it was never far enough, and always just out of reach. He couldn't really put an effort into it either, because of the painful position his arms were in if he stretched out too far.

What he didn't realise, while damning his own lack of limberness to hell and damnation, was that Honey knew exactly what she was doing. Even at that moment, when the man behind her brought her to a second orgasm in a little less than fifteen minutes, she didn't lose control over her well calculated teasing of Dirtylover. Her body tensed up and shudder after shudder rippled through her; she dug her fingers into his thighs and clamped her pussy tight around Snoopy's cock still pistoning away. She threw her head back, arched her back and moaned out a series of loud vowels that that tiled roof dutifully echoes back at her.




The Literotica Olympics Day 23



The added pressure on his cock finally made Snoopy lose his strained control, and he went rushing over the edge of climax, howling in ecstasy while pumping spurts of cum into Honey, who eagerly ground her ass back at him. Dirtylover could only watch with total abandon and infernal envy how the two lovers' faces twisted in pleasure to the orgasms that he was not privileged to experience.

After what seemed like an eternity of sensory explosions, Honey's breath slowed down to normal again, and a few seconds later, she felt Snoopy slide out of her and release his grip on her hips. She sat up on her knees and looked over her shoulder at the young man, who sat on the floor behind her with a happy grin on his face.

"Thank you, Miss Honey," he panted. "You just made my day. No wait, make that my week."

"No, thank you!" Honey replied. "That was great."

She leaned back into his lap and they let their pulses and blushing faces return to a less obvious state. Dirtylover was still beet red though, and he was now busy slowly pounding his head at the metal pole that held his hands in place behind his neck and back.

"Stop that, you silly man," Honey chided him, only to get a sullen panty filled response in return.

Then Snoopy suddenly sat up straight. "Oh, shit! Oh boy. I totally forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"The invitation. You know, didn't you say that you wanted to meet her?"

"Uh-huh?"

"See, that's so funny. Because she said exactly the same thing. In fact, that's why I was here. To ask you if you wanted to have lunch with her."

Honey was on her feet in little less than the blink of an eye. "What? She wants to see me? For lunch!?"

"No, for a tour of her torture chamber." Snoopy said with a totally straight face. "Yes, for lunch! That's what I said, wasn't it?"

"But...it's way past lunchtime now. Why didn't you say something?"

"Hmm, let's see. You threw me to the ground and decided to play 'hide the bratwurst' with me. That kind of made my mind wander."

"Oh...that," Honey said with an impish smile.

Honey had started to towel off the sweat and sex juices from her glistering body, and Snoopy followed her example. They both quickly got dressed, which took Snoopy a hell of a lot more time than Honey, whose complete outfit consisted of a pair of pink hot pants and a t-shirt from ChilledVodka's pre-opening ceremony party, saying "I got clusterfucked at CV's and all I got was...". The rows that had said "...this lousy t-shirt" had been sacrificed with a few swift scissor moves to give her belly and midriff more public exposure.

"But don't worry." Snoopy said. "She has no plans for the afternoon either. It is I who will get in trouble for not doing my job."

Honey walked up to him and buttoned up his shirt the same way that she had unbuttoned it half an hour earlier, by placing small soft kisses all the way up to his neck. She then gave him one more wet kiss on the mouth.

"But admit it," she then murmured into his ear. "This was worth a little trouble, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, most definitely," Snoopy said, and they headed for the door. "Hey, what about him? Your...um...coach there?"

Honey shrugged. "He'll live."

"But shouldn't you at least..."

"...I said he'll live." she snapped and gave Snoopy a meaningful glare.

The look on Dirtylover's face shouted a clear "No I fucking won't!", but Snoopy knew better than to argue with a woman with that kind of tone in her voice.

"Ok, if you say so," he said, and to the chorus of Dirtylover's frustrated, desperate underwear filtered grunting and shouting, they closed the door and hurried down the corridor. As the wordless protests died down with distance, so did Snoopy's guilt about leaving the man in such a sinister predicament. It was nearing the end of the Olympics, and he had probably been dipping his digit in the Honey-jar constantly. Yes SnoopDog, he thought to himself, you truly deserve to have had the roles reversed for once.

"Don't worry about Dirty," Honey said. "I had planned it this way anyway. It's my little present to him. That you came along and put on that little show of ours was just a bonus that probably got him even hornier, if that is possible. Besides, I needed a good fuck - which you definitely are."

"Present?" he asked. "That doesn't look like a present I would want."

"You'll see," she replied smugly before stopping in front of an anonymous looking door and knocked three times. "Hey ladies!"

"Thank god!" came a voice from inside. "What took you so long?"

The door swung open, and three women stepped out. One more wantonly underdressed than the other. It was like a porn cliché parade. Snoopy could only stare as a minimal string bikini, a sheer white laced teddy and a leather miniskirt with matching high boots and bra trotted out in full display. Inside of the clothes...or rather generously outside of the clothes that tried desperately to cover the bare minimum, Wishfulthinking, Vella and Jeanne d'Artois gave Snoopy a collective amused smirk.

"Is this what kept you?" Wishful, the one in the leather outfit, asked. "Oh my, I can see why. Where did you keep this pretty one hidden all those days?"

Honey laughed, "Hey, I just met him. I would never keep a treat like this away from you, you know that. I share, you share, right?"

"Always." Wishful said.

"So girls, are you ready to make my little coachie's day?"

"As ready as can be," said Jeanne, but pulled uneasy at the wristband of her bikini top. "I'm still not sure about this outfit... Why can't I just walk this earth like I was created? This is really too modern for me. It's going off anyway before long, right?"

"Aww, Jeanne," Vella purred and looked down at the almost see through material of her teddy. "C'mon, it's fun. Besides, if you go in the buff, so must we. For good measures, you know. And I'm not sure Dirty would survive that sight."

"Yeah, I'm damn well near fainting right now when you're dressed," Snoopy murmured.

Vella giggled sweetly. "A witty one too, are we? I wonder if he stands up to the good first impression..."

Honey resolutely pulled him back from the blatantly interested three. "Oh, he does all right. But not right now, girls. I need him for a while longer."

"Ok, but be sure to let him know where to find us," Wishful said. "I want me some of that."

Snoop didn't know what to say. If he had had a tail to wag it would be a blur now. So he just flashed the trio a dumb grin and watched their delicious bottoms bounce off down the corridor.

"So that was the present, huh?" he finally said.

"You got that right. Poor Dirty is going to have the afternoon of his life, I think. See, maybe you picked the wrong girl to work for? On my team, everybody wins."

"Naah, it's just as well," Snoopy said, and the two of them walked on down the corridor. "There's other things to life than to fuck like a bunny."

"There are?" Honey answered with a totally innocent looking face. Snoopy laughed out loud.

"Tramp," he teased.

"Eight days a week, boy."

A few more turns, two flights of stairs and an elevator ride later, the two of them stood outside yet another door. Honey could feel the anticipation tingle from her toes to the roots of her hair, and a nervous flutter was stirring in her chest. It was silly, she knew. Destinie was just another girl in a long line of opponents, and Honey knew better than to let infatuation take a hold of her, at least not before or during an important match. But here she was, trembling like a school girl in the wrong locker room. 

There was that certain something with Destinie, something that made everyone's knees turn to jelly. Glamour, sheer beauty, confidence and power that knocked you numb just thinking of her, sex appeal like a goddess and erogenous zones that started in the next room. Honey took a few nervous breaths.

"Well, here we are," she said with attempted cheerfulness that did nothing to hide her tremble.

"You're right about that," Snoopy replied.

"Yes...here...now...we."

"Exactly."

"Right..."

"Right."

"Yes."

Honey took a step towards the door, took hold of the handle and slowly opened the door. As soon as a crack of an inch was open, a loud "OH DAAAYUM HONEY YEES!" from the inside made the two in the corridor jump in surprise, and she quickly shut the door again. Honey stared wide eyed in surprise at Snoopy who looked amused, to say the least.

"Who or what the blazes was that?!" Honey hissed.

"I believe that would be Mrs. D, in the throes of...entertaining herself," said Snoopy. "She tends to get a bit, well, vocal."

"My god. I've never ever heard her like that in a game."

"That's because she always wins."

"Oh," Honey said. The outburst from inside had somehow eased her intimidation for the always so ice cool reigning champ. She was after all human, and came, bucking, writhing and yelling, just like everybody else. "Hey, I have an idea...why don't you take the day off, Snoopy?"

"Why? What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, just thought it would be easier for Destinie and me to talk shop without an audience."

"But...what am I supposed to be doing?" Snoopy asked, with a puppy eyed frown.

"Hey, there are three willing, craving and eager wet dreams in my locker room right now, and Dirtylover is going to risk having his dick falling off if he tries to satisfy them all. Believe me, they're all going to be so glad to see you."

Snoopy's sad face shone up into a wide, almost mad grin, and he gripped Honey's face and kissed her straight on the lips. "Thank you, I had almost forgotten about them! You're the best!"

He darted down the corridor, then hesitated and turned around.

"Say...Honey. Any chance that you and I might...you know..."

"...screw each other into another dimension anytime soon again?"

"...something like that, yes," he admitted with a faint, but endearing blush.

"You can bank on it, beagle boy," she said and blew him a kiss.

Alone at last, Honey knocked on the door to Destinies room, but there was no reply. She banged a little harder, but was still greeted with silence. Carefully, she opened the door slightly and peeked inside. Destinie was lying in all her glory on a big bed in the middle of the room. She was flat on her back, her head to one side, her legs spread slightly and her breasts pointed to the ceiling like two prominent hills in a smooth chocolate landscape. Honey could see her chest heaving peacefully with long, deep breaths.

She quietly slipped inside, closed the door, turned the key in the keyhole around, and with a wicked little smile on her lips, she tip-toed over to the sleeping superstar. As she stood by the bed, her hands could no longer resist the temptation. She put her fingertips, and then her palms down on Destinie's knee, and let them travel, carefully, as slow as she could, up that well trained thigh.

And then further up her tummy until her hands slid up and rested on Destinies breasts. The warm, smooth and silky skin under Honey's hands felt like heaven, and Destinies hard nipples were too irresistible for words. Honey's eyes were glued to the woman's breasts, and her mouth was watering. She bent down, her lips drawn there like magnets, like gravity. Her lips closed around the areola, and she tasted Destinies nipple on her hungrily licking tongue.

The next thing she knew, two strong hands were gripping her wrists, and Destinies leg flew out to the side of the bed to hook and trip her into losing her balance. Taken completely by surprise, Honey had no defence. With her mouth not quite getting the point yet and leaving that nipple with a rather surprised "pop", she found herself being thrown onto the bed, straddled, and having her ankles pinned to the mattress above her head. She looked up, straight into the face of Destinie smiling back at her.

"Lesson number one: If it's too good to be true...be prepared," she purred. "Damn, you're good with your mouth; I almost didn't want to stop you. But as they say, the show must go on."

Honey gazed into the beautiful superstar's face with a wild look, her eyes slanting and her mouth becoming wide in a defiant grin. As Destinie grabbed the slim girl's wrists, Honey barely resisted, arching her back slightly so their naked torsos could touch. Honey pretended to whimper as the cold cuffs clicked around her wrists, but her body was speaking an entirely different message, her nipples springing out into fabulous hard, rosy nubs and her pussy beginning to moisten.

Leaning forward, Destinie rubbed her body against the meekly writhing girl underneath, lowered her gaze to her and stared into Honey's eyes for a second, before plunging down, smothering Honey's breath with her soft but determined lips, and an exploring tongue. The sensation of having two hard nipples and full mound breasts pushing and rubbing directly into her already tingling skin, the tongue expertly assaulting her gums, and the knowledge that Des wasn't the kind of woman to let anyone out of her clutches until they had passed out at least a few times, sent Honey's mind on a journey all of it's own into La-la Land. She threw all caution and self control out the window (Or she would, if she'd had a free arm to throw with, and if Destinie's room had had windows. Oh, come on, you get the point. Right?), arched her back to push her body up against Des, and unleashed a tongue of her own to conduct a surprise raid on her captor's oral home base.

Destinie moaned in surprise at the sudden sign of sexual offensive, and doubled her own efforts in this rough and raunchy foreplay session. Their tongues slid back and forth, writhed around, danced, darted in and out like insane. For a second she recalled the sight of writhing eels in a fish tank, a scene from her favourite seafood joint. The image had come and faded away in an instant, but it left her bubbling inside. In a second, she burst out laughing straight into the lungs of the startled Honey. Des rolled to the side in a giggle fit from hell, while Honey could do nothing but stare at her in amazement, and a state of intense horniness.

"What...are you...doing?!" she demanded.

"Nothing!" laughed Destinie before calming herself down and leaned up on an elbow. "I just had a funny thought, that's all. Never mind." Her wide, hot smile was back, and she traced a perfect red fingernail down Honey's blushing cheek, her neck and to the hollow of her throat. Then she took the hem of the t-shirt, already showing the bottom of Honey's breasts, and pulled it up above her head. Honey's chest was now completely free and the cool breeze from the roof fan made Honey's nipples take on a life of their own, they went from attentive and sensitive to a rigid salute in a matter of seconds. Destinie gave her an appreciative look, before turning her attention to the small, but oh-so-in-the-way pants.

2.36 seconds later, the tiny hot pants were making a pretty arch in the air, to land in an ungraceful pile of one in the corner of the room, and the two completely bare women looked into each other's eyes. One with breathless anticipation mixed with just the right amount of fear, the other like a cat observing an incapacitated mouse. Destinie slid a finger down to Honey's crotch, and felt the tell-tale moistness shouting out its "come take me now" message to whoever wanted to listen. Honey whimpered a little when the finger expertly nudged itself in between her pussy lips, and slid inside of her. Her walls gripped at the digit and she gasped in pleasure, feeling Destinie slowly pumping it in and out of her. 

"So, did you have fun with SnoopDog?" Destinie asked out of the blue. "I knew he wasn't going to keep his hands off you if he got the right opportunity. And you know, you have a certain reputation..."

"What...nngh...reputation is that?"

"Opportunities. You give them," Destinie said before crouching down over Honey, taking an areola into her mouth, and like a textbook example of maximum nipple stimulation, her teeth bit gently down around the rosy numb, while her tongue stroke back and forth over it. 

The sensations from her breast, and the urgent nerve courier from her pussy met in an ugly collision in an intersection just before the entrance road to the central spine autostrada. The clash and mix-up of signals sent some really strange messages on to Honey's brain, before collecting the right thoughts in the right packages again, and pushes them in the direction of the head. Honey had a momentary confusing craving for suede panties and parsnips, before more logical notions filled her mind again.

Just before slipping into the glorious delirium of Destinie's ministrations, Honey managed to croak out "I... think... he's... busy." And with that, Honey gave in again, lost herself in a horny heaven, and rode that pleasure wave out over the edge of the world... 

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When SnoopDog arrived at Honey's locker room, he didn't waste any time, but stepped right up, and gave the door a resolute kick. The door was properly locked this time, and all it resulted in was that his foot hurt like dammit.

He staggered back and fell against the wall behind him. The loud, rhythmic grunting that he had heard from maybe twenty steps down the hall suddenly stopped.

"What was that?" Dirtylover's now un-pantyfied voice said from inside the room.

"Oh, never mind that you dolt!" the voice of Jean d'Artois said. "You have the attention span of a poodle on absinthe. Girls, please get the door, and mister, you get back to business right away, or I'll have Og proclaim you royally undoable for the rest of your stay."

"Can he do that?" Dirtylover sounded genuinely concerned.

"He's the King. He can do anything."

The lock in the door clicked open, and Wishfulthinking peeked out. She was still wearing her short leather skirt, but was bare from the waist up. When she spotted SnoopDog in his painful heap on the floor, her face shone up in a big smile. 

"Well hey there! If it isn't Honey's cutie. What can I do ya for?"

"Well, I heard that you were having a bit of...fun in there. And I'm a fun loving woofer. Mind if I come in?"

"Only if you're prepared to go 'light bulb' on my ass right away," Wishful replied with intense eyes mentally peeling off Snoopy's clothes. "It's still Vella's turn before I get to get me some in there."

"Go 'light bulb' on you?"

"Unpack me, screw me in, turn me on, make me glow and supercharge me until I explode."

"Um...yeah...I'll do my best."

Snoopy stood up, grimaced in discomfort at his hurting foot, and limped over to the door and the awaiting Australian vixen.

"Oh, poor baby," she chided. "Come here, let me suck your booboo away," Wishful said.

"Thanks, but I'm not really into...foot...things."

"Did I say I was going to suck your toes, perhaps?"

"...oh..."

"Exactly, I'll make you forget all about some stupid foot."

Mesmerised, Snoopy watched the delicious form in the doorway turn back and with a cat-like swagger underneath the thin leather skirt, she walked back into the room. It was an invite he couldn't have resisted in a million years, and like any canine worth its name, he leaped after her feline graces and chased the laughing beauty all the way into the showers.

Vella looked wistfully after them, got up and closed the door. She was in no hurry. Neither man was going to go anywhere for hours and when the three of them finally wore the guys out, she was determined to find out just how Jeanne's classy ass tasted.

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Honey had no idea where she was, who she was, what time it was, which way up was or frankly what 'was' meant. All she knew was the rolling cycle of orgasm after orgasm that rushed over her in a faster and faster pace. A direct link of pure pleasure that was a hot, intensively vibrating 18 carat gold plated smooth phallic rod that filled her pussy up totally in every sense of the way, and a teasing tongue, sucking lips and grazing teeth on her clit sent a broadband stream of screaming sensation straight into her soul. The fingers sliding into her anus, the soaked sweaty skin sliding over her chest and belly, and the faint pain from her involuntary tugging at her bonds added further pleasure peaks to the insanity.




The Literotica Olympics Day 23



Her sight, taste and smell were all filled with the intoxicating universe of a heavenly pussy descended from above. Honey licked and sucked at it as if her life, or worse, her status as a welcome guest in that strange and wonderful dimension, depended on it.

She remembered moaning, but that seemed like ages ago. She remembered shouting a name, some name, but names had lost all meaning to her now. She remembered screaming from waves of erotic ecstasy and controlled pain, but that was also eons ago, or maybe just an hour? Time had no foothold anymore. She didn't scream anymore. Her throat had decided to save itself the torture, and wouldn't comply. She was an orgasm, a never ending eternal climax at the mercy of some enigmatic divinity on top of her. 

Destinie was perhaps still a little more in the real world, but not by much. Honey ate her pussy with a geist and intensity that made her balance swirl and made her forget to breathe now and again. And the bound slender woman was an absolutely breathtaking subject for Destinies ambitions too, so receptive to stimulation that the dominatrix in Des almost came just by watching Honey squirm. And now, with Honey's tongue trying to reach her ovaries, Destinie had a hard time keeping her otherwise callous cool. She felt another orgasm start to build, one exceeding the countless ones that two hours with Honey had already provided. And when it hit her with full speed, her mouth momentarily went out of control, and she bit down on Honey's clit a little too hard.

Honey, already approaching another peak, felt the pain shoot up from her clit, and it triggered a massive detonation of lust unlike any other. A supernova of cumming that made her scream out a last long wail, before losing her grip on the world, and slid into the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.

When she finally came to it, her arms were uncuffed. She was lying on her side in Destinie's bed. She felt naked skin against her back and the back of her thighs, and two brown arms encircled her pale waist in a soft embrace. She tuned her head to look over her shoulder, and her stirring was rewarded by a kiss on the neck.

"You sure took your time to come around," Destinies warm voice said, her breath tickling the hair on Honey's neck. "You almost had me worried."

"That was...really something," Honey said. "Do you have any idea how fucking incredibly, just plain good you are?"

Destinie chuckled. "I practice a lot. And you know...some of those moves come in pretty handy in the matches."

"Yeah well, I don't think cuffs and dildos are allowed. You caught me off guard."

"Yeah...I know. I must admit that your technique has me a bit worried. I'd say you'll be the best opposition I've ever faced. The finale could go either way."

"Well then." Honey said, and turned around to face the champion. "Let the best and boldest girl win."

"Sounds good to me," Destinie said with a sexy, but tired smile. And then, with a new gleam in her eye, "Hey, I just got an idea. How about if we up the stakes a bit for this final game?"

"I like the sound of that," Honey answered. "What, more exactly, did you have in mind?"

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SnoopDog could barely walk. His legs felt like over cooked linguini and he must have left the better part of his balance somewhere on that locker room floor. Damn those incredible, insatiable women! It had been wonderful. The hump-fest of a life-time, but now all Snoopy really wanted was to get to his own room and to see if he still had the right number of fingers and toes, and all internal organs in the right place.

So now he staggered down the hall. Shirt torn, hair a sweaty mess, shoes in hand, and with a silly, happy smile on his face. Someone was approaching from the other end of the corridor. His bleary sight didn't identify the half dressed individual at first, but then he saw who it was.

From the direction of Destinie's quarter, Honey came staggering. Shirt torn, hair a sweaty mess, shoes in hand, and with a silly, happy smile on her face. The two met half way, and exchanged a glance, a fatigued wink, a "Call me" and a "Will do", before stumbling on to different destinations.

Honey made a mental note to seek up the young German after all of this was over. They could have some fun together. She smiled to herself as she recalled the bet that she and Destinie had agreed on before she collected herself and her limited amount of clothes and went to see if Dirtylover still lived.

One week. The winner gets it all. The gold medal, the honour, and the loser - at her full disposal for one week. Anything goes. No holds. No regrets. Seven days where only the imagination sets the limits.

Honey would either have the silk ribbon of a gold medal or the silky thighs of a gold medalist around her neck by this time tomorrow. There was, she concluded, no matter how the final went, no way for her to lose.

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There you have it, folks. Hugs to Honey, Lucky and Lauren for cheering, editing and feedback. :)



The Literotica Olympics Day 24



The Literotica Olympics
Event: Sailing


SHIP'S LOG
Open 49er | #665 - Team Scandinavia | I. M. Liar, skipper; Nicola BluePen, crew

- Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:05:00 [Final Regatta] 
Position: 37° 48.189' N 23° 40.031' E; mainsail; 0.2 kt 17º T

The air is stilled. It doesn't even feel like real, breathable, air. It burns, a searing breath of fire that comes in silent waves and suffocates us from within, and crawls underneath our skin.

There are no clouds. The sky, as a kaleidoscope of reflections that paints the void in splashes of pearl, as a celestial window, a glimpse at something more, a towering, terrible beauty, lingers eerily untainted by a single string of white.

The sun shines down on us with all its strength, relentless, burns through my skin, evaporates my sweat before it forms. It just stays there, hanging in the sky, refusing to move, to tone down the intensity of its torture.

It slows down time itself.

Minutes ago - it feels like hours - the last wind flogged our sails, and since then the sea has only grown calmer, the wind going from erratically weak to non existent. The Aegean now resembles a continuous cerulean sheet, evenly spread out in every direction.

Any headway being made is riding on pure momentum.

Until the wind returns, we're little more than high tech flotsam. All we can do is wait.






The Literotica Olympics Day 24



I disentangled myself from her, rushed to the surface, and held on to the edge of the boat, trying to catch my breath, when her hands grazed my chest, underwater, hooked into my swimming briefs and pulled them down, slow and deliberately. I felt my cock armouring immediately, as her lips brushed across it and her fingers rippled across my balls, and then she disappeared again.

I dove after her, but couldn't see her anywhere. When I returned to the surface, her low hum echoed from behind me, and I turned to find her leaning back against the side of the boat, her arms spread along the ledge. Her full breasts heaved in and out of the water with the rhythm of the sea, her long legs beckoned.

'Come closer, famous Odysseus,' she sighed teasingly. 'Moor your ship on our shores and hear our honeyed song.'

As in a trance, I found myself floating towards her, incapable of turning my eyes away from hers. She tilted her head forward provocatively and extended her legs in my direction, stopping me. Sunlight and water glided off her tanned body as she skimmed the soles of her feet gently across my chest, shoulders and neck. I caught a toe of her right foot with my mouth and slowly twirled and teased it with my tongue.

My fingertips traced the curve of her ankle and my lips followed, leaving a trail of soft kisses up her calf, as I tasted her sea salted skin.

She exhaled when I touched her inner thigh. Her body relaxed, pliant. Her legs slid across my shoulders.

My hands followed the shape of her ass to the small of her back and lifted her above the water. The sun gleamed off the tiny droplets that glided through the minutely trimmed strip above her pussy.

I extended the tip of my tongue and ran it just outside her lips.

She whimpered softly. Her thighs hugged me tighter.

I ran my tongue flat along her slit, her puffy lips parting under the slight pressure, and found the hardening protrusion of her clit. I covered it with my mouth, lashed it with my tongue. Her body squirmed and tensed, her back arched, and she let out a deeper moan when I released her clit and my tongue slithered to the entrance of her pussy.

Her scent intoxicated me. I pushed my tongue into her, slowly exploring every texture, every delicate fold, savouring her.

My right arm curled from underneath her body and glided across her toned stomach as my tongue dipped further inside of her, scooping more of her wetness.

She closed her eyes briefly, throwing her head back when my tongue extended to find the edge of her g spot. Her thighs clenched around my head, pulling me closer. Her breasts heaved with every jagged breath as my hand moved across them.

Her juices flowed across my tongue as I suckled on the pink folds of her lips, as I breathed her in, as I felt her pour down my throat and pulse through my veins.

Her body writhed, her hips up thrust.

I moved my mouth again, and caught her clit between my teeth. She quivered, cried out in ragged mouthfuls of air. My tongue lashed across her clit relentlessly.

She pulsed, on the brink. Every muscle tensed, every cell throbbed, faster and faster, and her orgasm came crashing down and wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body.

I held on to her, running my tongue along her lips unhurriedly. She gasped for air, her body still occasionally shook by a sudden tremor.

Slowly, I let myself submerge and fall from the grip of her thighs, only to come back to the surface even closer to her. I touched her hand, signalling it was safe to let go of the boat, and kissed her lips as she draped her arms around my neck and ran her fingers across my hair. Our tongues met, danced.

Her hard nipples pierced at my flesh when my body pressed against hers and pinned her to the side of the cold hull. I ran the palm of my free hand down the skin of her back to her shapely ass.

My rock hard cock slid between her thighs and she immediately parted and wrapped them around me.

As the head of my cock swam across her clit and eased into her pussy, she moaned deeply and caught my bottom lip between her teeth, piercing my flesh. Her hips pressed forward, her thighs tightened their hold around me.

She swept her lips across mine with her eyes closed, and licked the blood she had drawn out. Her fingernails grazed through my neck and down my back.

With a slow and drawn out thrust, the entire length of my cock disappeared, buried in her pussy.

From her lips, as they brushed my ear, poured moans and soft sighs that played my heart and mind. My body merged into hers. My cock glided in and out of her in slow, rhythmic waves. Her inner muscles pulsed tightly around it, enveloping me in her velvety warmth.

Her fingernails dug trails of blood across my back; her body trembled and whimpered as I slowly fucked her, as I reached further inside her, as she sang the only song I longed to hear.

The Aegean, endlessly playing a toneless symphony, a myriad of micro collisions, meant nothing compared to her, lazily letting the glitter of a sun soaked surface bounce from sky to sea to her to me.






The Literotica Olympics Day 25



Event: Soccer

Football is a global sport that has existed in some form or another in almost every culture for centuries. To quite a large segment of the audience, it is often called European football to differentiate it from the sport played in the United States of America. The Americans, on the other hand, call it soccer.

The logistics of the game are pretty straightforward. Two teams of seven to eleven players (depending on league and age or gender of participants) defend a goal while trying to put a ball into the opposing team's goal. The catch is, except for the goalie in the act of defense, they can't use any part of the arm in doing so.

Here at Literotica, the game is mostly the same, just with a twist. The usual body checks and edging of another player away from the ball take on a rather suggestive hue. Touching another player...whether a casual bump, a quick goose, or a more lingering caress...is expected, and it is not heard of for a well trained team to score as many times on the field as in the goalbox.

Or the goalie's box, as the case might be.

The light dew still upon the morning grass made the little uprootings of sod cling to the bottom of Oggbashan's cleat as he surveyed the pitch for the gold medal match. As referee, he was finalizing his walk about the perimeter, seeing if there were too many hazards upon the field...that the lines were still readable and the conditions such that a game could be played properly.

Satisfied, he nodded to himself and motioned his officiating team over. While current fashion was to call them assistant referees, in the back of Oggbashan's mind they were still linesmen. He watched as Belegon and Vella walked towards him. Both were doing their best to be professional, carrying themselves with a rather detached air.

Both failed terribly.

Belegon was wearing a uniform that might as well have been painted upon him. The firmness of his abs and the way the jockstrap barely seemed to contain either cock or balls were both evident even at this distance. Vella, meanwhile, wasn't dressed so tightly; but the wonderbra beneath her jersey...and the casually undone line of buttons to the shirt's vee-neck...battled with the hip hugging short shorts (that threatened to reveal everything anytime she bent over) for the attention of the audience watching from bench, field, and both stands.

High in the stands at midfield, a section had been cleared and tables set up to act as an announcer's area. Behind them, an awning of sorts had been constructed as if to prevent even the barest hint of sunlight to penetrate to those below. 

Sitting there, running over the team rosters and going through their sound check, a brunette with wonderful curves nodded to something someone said over her headset. "I don't care if they *are* about to have the coin toss. I want you to get the attention of the Green Team's captain and direct it up here. Look, are you my bitch or not? Then just do it!"

"Calm down. The Games are supposed to be fun, even for the media crews," said the tall, sunbronzed woman as she offered the paler woman a light for her cigar. Cloudy smiled and settled into a nearby seat to watch the action soon to come on the field.

She sighed and shook her head. "I swear...will be so glad when my next athletic event comes up." Just as she was looking for the schedule of what was coming up in the next few days, the runner crackled across the headset.

"Got her," said Dranoel's voice in her ear.

The Green Team's captain appeared midfield, her hand against her forehead as she tried to make out the person within the shadowed stands. She was, perhaps, a bit short for a captain to the eyes of someone unversed in the game; but those in the know recognized the power in the tight thighs and firm calves that anchored a toned, tanned body. She took the headset from Dranoel and slid her luxuriant, black hair off her ear for a moment. "Yes? You wanted to see me?"

Abstruse grinned broadly. Those around her would even call it beaming. Standing up from her make-shift desk, she waved down to the woman on the field.

"Hi, Lauren!"

**********

The threesome in their black uniform seemed somber compared to the brightness of the foursome approaching them. Or would, if Vella had kept from popping bubbles and snapping her chewing gum. But, even with the youngest official's actions, the stark white and brilliant red of the players' shorts, and the kindergarten blue and crayon-bright green of their jerseys, kept eyes upon them until Oggbashan stepped between them all. 

He motioned the crowd to silence, then introduced the quartet to himself, his assistants, and each other. The four newcomers, captain and co-captain from both teams, and the two officials nodded and smiled and began the ritual handshake.

Being a Literotica game, of course, the handshakes took several minutes and involved much in the way of exchanged glances and lingering perusals of one another. Carl East, Blue Team's co-captain, was particularly taken with saying hello to his counterpart, Angela146. 

Bouncy and buxom, she filled out both her emerald jersey as well as the scarlet shorts exceedingly well. "Have a good game," she said as took Carl's proffered hand. Her eyes briefly dropped down and she sighed as it was clear her opponent wasn't nicknamed "254" for nothing.

"Oh, I intend to," Carl replied, letting his thumb caress Angela's fingers as their hands parted. In his head, he was already thinking of making sure SeaCat or SnoopDog let Angela intercept a pass so he could get in a slide tackle on her. "Uh huh, a very good game, indeed."

"Alright, enough already, you'll get a chance to be friendly on the field." Oggbashan told them all as he produced the official coin. "Blue Team, you've been denoted as visitors, so you get to call. In the air, please." He held his hand out level and then bent his thumb, set the coin in place, and let it spin up over them all.

Tatelou called out, "Head, er...I mean Heads!"

The coin hung for a moment as the call echoed through the stadium. It struck the turf and bounced, spinning a few more times before landing once more. Vella bent to look at it and announced, "It's tails."

Oggbashan and Belegon nodded as they stood behind their colleague. "You can say that again," muttered Belegon.

"Tails means the Green Team has the choice. Kick off or receive."

Lauren smiled. "Oh, we'll receive. We love to receive." She gave Carl a wink and then headed back with Angela to their bench area. Oggbashan jotted down a note in his memopad, checked his watch, and spoke into the microphone upon his lapel. 

"Toss finished, Green will receive. Kickoff in five minutes, please set the official clock....now..."

"No problem," replied Abs over the headset, and the scoreboard lit up with a five-minute countdown. The players began taking the field upon seeing the timer start, and as it approached zero, Oggbashan got his whistle ready. Tatelou and SnoopDog were idly rolling the ball at their feet back and forth to one another as they awaited the go ahead.

"Ready?" she asked, her thick hair swaying as she practiced some sidesteps, her perky breasts tending to do the same in their sports bra beneath her blue uniform top. 

Snoop slipped up to her and stole the ball from between her feet, his hard bulge rubbing against the bottom of the white shorts. "Always", he answered. "Is it time yet?" He squinted up at the scoreboard.

"Begin!" came the shout from Oggbashan and the whistle blew. Tatelou kicked the ball forward softly, then passed to SnoopDog who spun about her flank and slipped around the rushing MinSue and ClareBlossom. He dribbled on then kicked it up and punted it off the bounce towards the farside of Green's territory where Carl and SeaCat were racing ahead of a backpedaling VirtualBurlesque.

They were intercepted by Angela146, the fullback, who snaked the ball around the invaders and passed it back up to a waiting MinSue. She took the ball under control and moved to head down field when she was suddenly tackled by a diminutive ball of fire that screamed, "GOOSE!!!", and upended to find herself straddling the full chest of Colleen Thomas. 

"You took my ball," MinSue began, and she looked down at Colly with what she hoped was a guilt inflicting pouty face.

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"Why...I ought to...to...just smother you..." MinSue slid further along Colly's chest and planted her thighs and bottom on the redhead's face. Oggbashan brought his whistle up, but then saw Colly sucking at MinSue's crotch and pushing her green shorts aside with a natural born skill and motioned instead with one hand held before him.

"Play on...advantage rule at work."

He quickly rushed down to where SeaCat had recovered the errant ball and was headed for the Green goal with Carl East. Behind him, MinSue wriggled and shimmied on Colly's tongue and fingers. Her blonde hair bounced and she alternated between gleeful laughs and a low, cooing moan.

*********

"Rolling Abs," Cloudy said and pointed to the flashing red light on the table that indicated they were back on the air. Abstruse let one last drag from her cigar slip slowly from her sexy lips and snake off into the smoky air above the announcer's table they'd set up.

"Welcome back, for those just joining us, today's match between the Green team and Blue team will decide who will win the coveted gold medal in associated football, also known as soccer. As you can see, it's been business as usual for a Literotica sporting event, as coupling and tripling has been occurring left and right...and sometimes right up the middle of the field.

Now we're in the last few minutes of the game, and the score is a steady 0-0. Yes, it's still anyone's medal. And we're sitting on pins and needles waiting to see what will come next.

Or who. 

Currently, the ball appears to be rolling free along the diagonal from our left up to the far corner on the right. What a foot that Lauren Hynde has, eh? Not to mention several other things. She scooped up the last actual attack on the Green goal and booted it down field. 

It's passed by the oblivious couple of MinSue and Colly, as well as the pile of bodies that was...wait...what's that? Is it? Yes....yes...Angela416 has managed to outlast the trio of Blue players who had gathered around her. SnoopDog has just come on her face and has collapsed back on the field where SeaCat was apparently already exhausted.

What about Carl East? Has the legendary big man gone down as well? No, no...I can see it from here. Up and still hard as the microphone I'm holding right now...mmm...he's...Angela416's being buggered like no tomorrow and she still managed to lean across and head the ball towards her fellow Green player. 

SubJoe's got the ball now and he's heading right for the Blue goal. Dribbling through all the churned up turf and skirting the abandoned uniforms littering the field like empty glasses on a Sunday morning in my bar, he's ready to go...all...the...way!

**********

SubJoe trapped the ball against his chest as it came to him from Angela's head. She moaned and sighed and pushed back against Carl's hard cock as it sunk in and drew back from between her broad, rounded cheeks, but while he'd been haphazardly chasing the ball, she'd seen it from the corner of her eye and directed it right to him. 

No wonder she's our captain's second. 

He gave a slight release of air from his lungs as the ball made contact, but caught it squarely between the ground and his sole and stopped it. SubJoe then began heading for the Blue goal. He started off slowly, both from the natural paranoia of someone playing the game as well as having to avoid the debris and bodies strewn about that section of the field. 

Once in the clear, he began to pick up speed. He looked around, hoping to find other Green players to help him out or to pass to if need be. To the right, most of them had managed to be lured by Blue players into distractions. To the left, a few more that he knew had been assigned by Lauren to be distractions in their own right. Indeed, even Belegon the assistant referee could be seen squatting down and stroking himself as Virtual Burlesque was giving a more extended strip than ever.

Wonder where the referee is? Oh...nevermind... Oggbashan had stepped over to his other assistant to remind her that she needed to stop snapping her flag except for offsides, out of bounds, and suspected fouls...not as counterpoint to the popping of her gum. One thing had led to another apparently, as he was now upon one knee with Vella bent across his other. Her short shorts were at her ankles and her lovely buttocks were marked with the thin red lines left behind by being caned with her flag's stick. 

She was a quivering mass of pain, pleasure, and apologies that appeared to be asking Oggbashan to use his bare hand on her now that the stick was moving in and out of her shaved pussy. SubJoe watched for a moment longer as the long, thick piece of wood filled Vella's tight cunny. Each time Oggbashan shoved it up her and drew it back, more and more juices seemed to flow out to run along her lovely legs. They made her whole bottom shine, bringing out the details of her spanking even more.

SubJoe managed to break his eyes from the pair and turned his attention back to dribbling the ball towards the seemingly unattended Blue goal. As he crossed back towards midfield on their half, though, his feet slipped and he fell onto his back with a muffled wet thud. A low groan escaped his lips as he laid there for a moment and regained his breath and composure. A roll to his side revealed the ball was right beside him, about three feet away.

Also there, SubJoe saw, was a pair of cleats. Immediately above them, SubJoe's eyes were drawn to the tattoo of a gleaming orange and yellow sun perched upon a black triangle. It was along the shin and lower calf on the inside right leg. Right and left together were long, toned legs that held up a pair of small hips and a pert ass clad in shiny, if grass-stained, white shorts. Damn, I was so close too. He started to get to his feet, but the woman squared off to him and cleared her throat.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her golden brown hair slicked back on her head and her green eyes burning down into him. "Did I say you could get up?" CharleyH demanded to know.

SubJoe swallowed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, did you answer me? I thought my hearing was fine, but maybe I'm going deaf."

"No...I...uh...no, I didn't say anything." 

CharleyH nodded. "I thought so. Get up and follow close. We're going to finish this game." She took possession of the ball and headed back the way SubJoe had come. He followed along behind her, occasionally moving as instructed to check any Green players who happened to be free and able to challenge CharleyH's progress.

**********

"Damn, what an exciting last few minutes this has been! SubJoe took the ball Angela146 miraculously played to him and was going down field. Then he fell. And, did you see that? From out of nowhere, CharleyH has asserted herself...no surprise there, of course...and is taking both the ball and SubJoe towards the Green goal.

They've managed to evade or blow through all the opposition, and now the only person between CharleyH and a Blue-team victory is the Green goalkeeper, and team captain, Lauren Hynde. Lauren is watching them warily. You can see the confusion on her face even from here at why SubJoe is helping CharleyH. 

Now she's coming forward a bit. And the two women are sizing each other up. CharleyH's got Lauren by both height and body mass, but bigger players than her have been upstaged by the pint-sized powerhouse. So she'll have to play her cards just right...Wait! What's this?

CharleyH is rushing forward on Lauren. 

She's moving the ball back and forth, handling it masterfully, and zigzagging through the penalty area. Lauren, however, is matching her zig for zag...her eyes on the ball...and waiting for the signs that CharleyH is about to make her shot.

But, CharleyH is reaching into the waistband of her shorts. She's fiddling with something on the fly and it's...My fuckin' God! CharleyH has ripped her shorts right off and revealed that she's wearing nothing beneath it but a strap-on holding a dildo painted in the white and blue markings of CharleyH's team colours.

Lauren missteps at the revelation. CharleyH body checks her as they go for the ball together, and Lauren has a foot in between...no, she's missed the steal!

CharleyH crosses Lauren's ankle and takes her down. The goal is free! Blue Team can win this medal! Butbutbut...what's this? CharleyH is dropping to her knees behind Lauren.

She's pantsing the Portuguese beauty!

She's bellowing an order to SubJoe!

SubJoe moves to the ball and sets up a shot on goal!

CharleyH sets up the dildo against Lauren's exposed hole!

And here's the kick! And the thrust!

SSSSSCCCOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEE!!!

And just as the whistle blows, what an ending...

Well, that wraps up things here, folks. Tatelou's Blue team has won the gold medal in soccer over the Green team led by Lauren Hynde. Be sure to come back tomorrow for exciting coverage of special summer bobsledding here at the Literotica Olympics."

The headset clattered upon the table and Abstruse hurriedly got up from her seat. "Where you going in such a rush?" asked Cloudy from where she was spread a few chairs away, one hand holding a pair of binoculars and the other resting on her thigh...its fingers slick and sticky looking.

"I have a coffin slut to go find."

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This has been a Chain Story arising out of the Author's Hangout forum. The named individuals should be considered as satirical and/or fictious versions of their "reallife" namesakes. Attitudes, positions, and implied behaviours are to be considered artistic license, and not to be construed as those of the individuals named and used.



The Literotica Olympics Day 26



Event: Four Man Bobsled

As I reached over to turn on the TV I had to admit I was ready. Out of all the Literotica Olympics I loved the winter sports most of all. I sat back in my easy chair and picked up my beer as the TV warmed up. I heard the words before the picture came up.

"Yes, Laurel, today we have several events scheduled. The one man Luge, the Ski Jump and the Slalom, but right now we will have the four man bob sled..." said an older looking Asian, in a cowboy hat.

"Thank you My Erotic Tail, I'm sure we'll all be looking forward to the other events. But let's go to the gate where it looks like the British team is unsuiting." commented Laurel.

I had to admit as I watched these two on TV that Laurel was really cute with that white fur parka and those almond blue eyes. It looked like she'd even gone to a hairstylist to have her hair turned white. She looked so much like her AV I just wanted to reach out and pet her.

My erotic Tail on the other hand didn't look like his AV at all. He seemed to be a lot larger than I'd assumed he would be. He was either sitting on something or he really did stand about six and a half feet tall.. He looked soft spoken and the faded blue jeans contrasted with the bright silver belt buckle, black bib shirt like John Wayne used to wear, and ten gallon hat that looked like it cost several hundred dollars. He always seemed to be smiling good naturedly.

Sure enough the screen cut to the British team and there was the Great Og already naked and obviously cold. I could see the breath coming out of his mouth as a cloud of mist. His nipples looked hard and as the camera panned back for a full view of him I couldn't help but be impressed. It looked like even flaccid and with the cold shriveling everything up, he still appeared to have something over an eight inch penis. I could only imagine how huge he must have been when the weather was warm. He seemed to be giving his team a pep talk.

I could hear Laurel in the background. "For those of you who have never seen our version of bob-sledding before, let me tell you how it works. As you can see from the sled in front of Og, there are four Ice dildoes protruding from the seat, one for each team member. What you may not notice is that they are all connected to a 12-volt car battery. As the team sits down there are switches under each one that will turn them on individually. Now the object here is to push the sled as fast at it will go in the first hundred meters. Then the team jumps in and sits down, inserting the dildos in the hole of their choice. The entire team has to make it down the hill with out cumming."

"It's not as easy as you might think." MET added. "This is the event with the highest amount of deaths ever. If you lose your concentration for just a second you can impact the wall and kill your entire team. And Lord knows those Battery Operated Boyfriends could get a dead man off, they vibrate so hard."

I watched as the team lined up their bobsled. They gathered around and a list of their names came up on the TV. The Great Oggbashan was in front of course followed by Perdita, Abstruse and Carl East. They started bouncing the sled back and forth as they counted to three and suddenly they were off. The TV switched to a view from behind the sled and you could see the muscles flex as they ran. Og's great manhood slapped back and forth as they picked up speed.

The camera switched to a front angle as Og jumped into the sled and displayed the look of mixed pain and pleasure as his ice dildo slid home. The other's looks were equally as graphic as they settled in and their BOBs turned on. But the great Og was unmoved as he raced down the course. He handled turn after turn with consummate skill. 1.53.48 minutes later the sled cleared the finish line. You could see the team bail out in an effort to leave the sled before they had any accidents.

The announcers told us that the Great Og was involved in a non-Olympic contest. And for purely personal reasons he stepped up to a line. Lauren Hynde stepped from the officials, and grabbing Og's great manhood with her left hand she stroked it twice while jamming her right hand to the palm up Og's ass. He gave a loud cry and came in a great white arc. The official measured this to be no less than twelve feet two inches.

As the TV cut away to commercial I felt proud to be a literotican, where we all strive to do our best.



The Literotica Olympics Day 27



Well the day of the Biathlon had finally come. It was very late in the Olympics and this was probably going to be my last real shot at a gold medal. The biathlon is a test of endurance and I did feel that I was in excellent shape to have a real chance at this.

The normal biathlon is a winter event. Contestants ski cross-country, stopping at specific points to fire rifles at targets. Missing a target requires the shooter to ski extra laps. Our event involved racing and shooting, but the similarity ended there. Our course was around a block on a sidewalk, and instead of skis, we were on roller blades. And of course there were no rifles, the only guns we had to shoot with were between our legs. 

This event was for the men, and the rules were pretty simple really. Each man would skate at least 4 laps. At the end of each lap was a target. The targets were actually volunteers from the female contestants. They were Honey, Tatelou, and surprisingly, Cloudy. As a man approached the finish line, the women would be naked, on their knees, with their mouths open. The skater had to end up with is cock inside one of those wonderful mouths. Also, he could not repeat the same girl during the event. Once securely lodged, the man had to stay there until he shot into the lady. If a man did not complete the lap with his penis in an eligible mouth, he had to skate an extra lap and try again. After shooting 3 times successfully, the contestant would skate a final lap, and his time would end when he crossed the finish line.

There were certain difficulties with this event. The most obvious of which, was that for a man to have any real chance, he had better be hard each time he approached the finish line. He also better be able to skate reasonably straight. The girls could move side to side to help a skater hit the target, but they were not allowed to lift either knee off the ground.

Most of the women had volunteered to watch the race naked. According to them this was to help the guys stay hard as they raced around the course. Personally, I had a feeling they just wanted to watch a bunch of guys have to jerk off on skates. Because there was no way any guy in this event was going to stay hard without some effort by the third lap.

As I stripped down and laced up my skates, I found that I had gotten a huge break. I would skate first. This meant there would be no wheel tracks on the sidewalk, and more importantly, all the ladies would be fresh. I had a feeling that as the event wore on, and the girls at the shooting positions got tired, it would slow things down.

As I got set to make my run, I looked around at my competition. There were 5 other guys entered in the race: Lew, Belegon, Carl East, Edward Teach, and Remac. I had expected Oggbashan to compete as well, but the good gentleman decided that this event would be too undignified for him. Frankly, he may very well have been right, but damnit I wanted that medal.

I got up to the line and waited for the gun to fire. The skating part of the event didn't worry me. I've been a skater all my life, and while I learned on the standard quad skates, I am quite comfortable on blades. It was the rest of the race that concerned me a bit. While I am not shy, in reality I'm not really an exhibitionist. I wasn't sure what effect this race would have on me in the later laps.

The time for contemplation ended quickly, as the gun sounded. I took off on my first lap. I skated very easily. I figured I would need to preserve my energy for later. My first lap would set no speed records, but it was a very easy cruise. Also, if I had any worries about being hard coming into the finish line, the sight of those three kneeling naked women relieved all my concerns. And, as if that wasn't enough, as I came around the last turn, I saw two of the other ladies, I think it was Destiny and Abs, making out like there was no tomorrow. 

With all that inspiration, I was rock hard as I approached the line. I had enough momentum built up to allow me to just cruise into my target, and it was no effort at all to guide myself right into Cloudy's waiting mouth. 

I had never had any experience with Cloudy, and wasn't sure what to expect. Let me tell you it was wonderful. Her lips locked around me and she began to just gently suck on me. As she did it, I could feel her tongue just dancing on me. While her style didn't lend itself well to finishing quickly, right that minute I couldn't have cared less. I knew the race was going on, but I just couldn't bring myself to even try and rush this.

As Cloudy continued her efforts, the tension in my body just kept building. Several times I felt I had reached the end, but that slow, erotic pace just kept me going. Eventually, though, I reached my limit. I have a feeling they could hear me howl a mile away, as I began to shoot into Cloudy's mouth. She must have just swallowed it down as fast I came, because she just kept up that slow wonderful suction, while I continued to blast spurt after spurt onto her tongue. It wasn't until I was completely drained that Cloudy released me from her mouth. 

After that fantastic experience, it took me a moment to even remember where I was. I honestly don't know how long I just stood there before I remembered the race. But as soon as I did, I took off for the second lap. I had planned to skate a little faster this lap, but my legs weren't strong enough at that moment to do it. It wasn't until I was about half way around that I was able to pick up the pace. I wasn't completely hard, as I rounded the last corner this time, but as I looked at the finish, Lou and Honey were waiting there, and Cloudy was still kneeling, while she stared at me and licked her lips. That was all I needed. I was completely hard as I glided to the finish and eased into Lou's open, inviting mouth.

Lou's technique is very different from Cloudy's. While the girl is a bit submissive at times, when she has a guy in her mouth she holds nothing back. Lou clamped down on me and the sensations were unbelievable. She would alternate between licking my hard rod all over, and then plunging her mouth back over my cock and sucking me in hard. 

It was such a strange situation. Normally, I would be trying as hard as I could to make Lou's efforts last as long as possible. But with the race, I was trying to end it as quickly as possible. I had thought it would take a long time, whether I wanted it to or not, considering what Cloudy had done to me earlier. But Lou's skills were amazing. She gave me one more of those long licking sessions, then, when she sucked me in again I shot off almost immediately. Tatelou kept that hard sucking up, until I was completely drained. Even then she didn't let go. It took all the willpower I had to actually pull myself out of that wonderful mouth. I could actually here the "POP" as the head of my cock exited those hard-sucking lips.

My third lap began. To my surprise, I found myself getting out of breath. I hadn't really skated much distance, but those two shooting sessions had taken a lot out of me. I slowed my skating way down. Aside from not wanting to wear myself out, I knew I was going to need some time for my batteries to recharge so to speak.

I was halfway around the block, and was still wondering how I was going to get hard again by the time I reached the finish line this time. Certainly, the beautiful naked ladies lining the course helped, but I had still had an awful lot taken out of me. As I reached the final turn, I finally felt myself begin to perk up. I was slowly starting to get hard again. Quickly, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jacking on it to hurry things along. It was a bit embarrassing, but I had to be ready when I reached Honey.

It was no accident that I had saved Honey for last. I was very familiar with her mouth (that's another story, and you'll hear about it another time), and I knew that she would do anything she could to help me along. 

I was getting close to the line, and while I certainly wasn't exactly rigid, I hoped I was at least hard enough to hit my target. As I closed on Honey, I had to move my hand away. It was against the rules to guide yourself into the girl's mouth with your hand. To do so was an immediate disqualification. 

I felt myself begin to droop down a little, and I struggled to get to Honey as quickly as I could. I was losing it fast as I got to her, but the dear girl was able to lean forward and scoop me up into her mouth. Then she just looked up at me and smiled at me. If her mouth hadn't begun to get me hard again, that smile would have done it for sure. 

After that, Honey went to work. She whipped her tongue all over my dick and sucked as hard as she could. Then she clamped her lips down really tight, and began to work her mouth up and down on my cock, faster and faster. I couldn't tell you how long it took. It felt so good, I just stood there and enjoyed it. I was too tired to rush things anyway, and what Honey was doing completely had my attention. After a while, I felt myself building to climax again. It took a couple more minutes, but I was soon able to shoot a load down Honey's waiting throat. I really wanted to stay there and just enjoy what Honey's lips were still doing, but as soon as she had swallowed down everything I could shoot, Honey quickly pushed my away. She knew what this gold medal meant to me, and she was going to do everything she could to help me get it.

When my worn out rod, fell from Honey's lips, I desperately tried to get my focus back on the race. At first my legs could hardly move, but as I reached the first turn, my skating form began to come back. I flew down the back straight as fast as I could, and managed to take the last two turns at a pretty good clip. I was driving as hard as I could as I crossed the finish line. I looked up at the clock, 21:42. 21 minutes and 42 seconds, it seemed like a decent time, but there was no way to know. It wasn't like there was a history in this event to compare it to. All I could do now was sit back and watch my opponents go. I had done the best I could. If someone could beat me I could accept it, but I admit I was really praying for that time to hold up. 

The next one up was Lew. As he took off, it was very obvious he wasn't real comfortable on the skates. I don't know if he just wasn't used to blades, or if the pressure was getting to him. Certainly, unless you're used to a street course, the rough, irregular surface can really get to you. Whatever it was, Lew was really struggling to maintain a straight line during his first lap. 

As he finished that lap, Lew directed himself right into Tatelou's mouth. Lou went to work quickly, and when I saw her begin to swallow, I looked up at the clock, 7:47. Lew began his next lap, and he was now even more unsteady. The guy was able to get hard again with no problem, but the skating was getting more difficult. As he approached the finish line, he was so wobbly, I thought he might miss, but he just managed to aim himself between Honey's lips. 

Honey did not hold anything back. While she may have wanted me to win, she also was going to play the game fairly. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. If Honey had did something to slow someone down, it would make any victory I might get meaningless. Yes, I wanted to win this event, but I wanted to win it for real.

Lew hadn't had any problems getting hard again, but it did look like he was having a problem cumming again that quickly. After he managed to leave a load with Honey and take off again, I looked up at the clock. It had taken a while. The clock read 16:28. Lew would have to do the next two laps in less time then he had run the first one alone. The way he was skating it just wasn't likely. Then, as he came around for the third time, Lew's wobbly skates really let him down. The man tried to aim for Cloudy, but he just couldn't keep the line. As he skated by her and started his penalty lap, the clock read 19:38. It was over. Lew finished the lap, but he obviously knew he couldn't win. This time, he just went slow enough to reach Cloudy's mouth. Then he just stood there and enjoyed the young lady's amazing talent. When she was done, Lew just cruised slowly around the track for the last time. The clock read 26:56.

After Lew came Belegon. As he took off, it was obvious that he had done some skating. I still wasn't sure if he had any experience outdoors, though. Belegon was cranking it. He was flying around the track. The guy would finish the lap very fast, but I didn't think it was a good idea. He was going to need all his energy later, and that speed was going to make hitting one of the shooting locations very difficult.

As it turned out, it made it impossible. Belegon tried to slow down, but it was too late. He actually had to dodge the three ladies, since at the speed he was going, he would have knocked any of them over. That of course would have ended his race immediately, since the women were not allowed to leave their knees. Belegon maintained his speed pretty well for his penalty lap, but any advantage he had gained from his initial speed was now gone, and he had spent a lot of energy.

As Belegon came around the final turn this time, he slowed way down. Now he had now trouble steering right into Cloudy. The girl immediately began her work. Cloudy's method is not particularly fast, but I couldn't imagine anyone lucky enough to experience it worrying about that. Belegon was no exception. He may have been losing time, but from the look on his face, it was not a major concern at that moment. 

When he began to shoot in Cloudy's mouth, Belegon let out a yell that you could hear around the track. I could understand it. Cloudy's skills could easily have that effect. Belegon tried to regain his speed for the next lap, but his legs weren't as steady as when he started. The lap started at 8:47. As fast as Belegon had started, that penalty lap had already put him behind Lew's first lap time. Belegon got his legs back under him on the backstretch and was moving pretty good the rest of the way. As he slowed, and eased himself into Lou, the clock read 10:14. If he could keep up his speed, Belegon definitely had a chance.

Lou went to it, and normally she can get a man going very quickly. But Belegon had already spent a lot of energy, and his body wasn't responding quite as well as it normally would. When Lou was swallowing, the clock read 15:02. 

Belegon took off for his third lap. While he still had time, it quickly became obvious that he just didn't have enough left. The man had slowed way down on the backstretch. He was trying to get his body to behave, but he was just too exhausted. By the time he reached the last turn, the poor guy was jacking himself as hard as he could, and he had almost slowed to a complete stop. He did manage to get hard and reach Honey, but by then, the clock read 19:48. My second opponent was out of it. Belegon enjoyed his time with Honey, and then began his last lap. I really thought the guy might collapse, but Belegon was tough and he made it around. Not only that, but his time was 25:59. He was actually in second place at the moment.

Carl East was the fourth to go. He was one of the guys who worried me. Carl looked to be in good shape, and as he took off, it was clear he had spent some time on skates. The guy was making good time around the first lap, but it was puzzling me. I had seen how much trouble Belegon had gotten into by taking the first lap too fast, and now hear was Carl doing the same thing. I could only think that he felt he was good enough on the blades to handle the speed.

As he came around the final turn, Carl was lined up right on Tatelou. He was obviously going to hit his target, but I was really wondering how he would slow down. When he got close, Carl tried to put on the brakes. But doing that on a sidewalk is very hard. As he tried to slow, his wheels began to bump and vibrate. When he reached Lou, he was still going too fast. His cock went straight into her mouth, but his entire body slammed into her a moment later and the two of them went tumbling. Carl was out of the race, but I was just hoping that neither of them was hurt. Thankfully, a few seconds later both Lou and Carl made it back to their feet. Carl walked away obviously feeling terrible. He told me later that losing the race didn't bother him nearly as much as crashing into Lou. Meanwhile, Lou was shaking off the effects and very soon she was back on her spot. That little English girl is tough, and it was going to take more than a simple crash to take her out.

When Lou was back and ready, Edward Teach took his place on the line. I was really curious to see this. Edward is a big guy, and I wanted to see how he looked on skates. Frankly, not very good. Edward was not at all comfortable. On the other hand, he was taking the first lap at a nice easy pace. If he could maintain it, he might still have a chance. After all, the last two contestants had certainly proven that skating speed wasn't a tremendous benefit here.

Edward finished the first lap and headed for Honey. When she clamped her lips around his rod, the look on that man's face was priceless. I knew that Honey had taken the race completely out of his mind. Edward eyes closed, as he just stood there while Honey did her thing. Even when I could tell that Honey was obviously swallowing, Edward still wasn't moving. He was obviously completely lost in what was happening. Finally, Honey gave him a little smack on the backside and jolted Teach back to reality. Edward began his second lap, but he had lost a little time. The clock read 8:04.

As he skated his second lap, Edward wasn't very far behind, but his lack of skating skill made it difficult for him to make up any time. Also, when he finished that lap and got himself into Cloudy's mouth, I could see that he was already breathing hard, even before Cloudy started in on him. Edward seemed to stay focused a little better while Cloudy was working. Although, it was obviously taking a tremendous effort. After a while, though, I could see Teach lean into Cloudy, obviously firing right down her throat. Cloudy was actually still swallowing, as Edward pulled away and began his third lap. The clock read 17:05.

At that point I relaxed. Edward might have a chance at a medal, but there was no way he would catch me. As it turned out, the big guy just didn't have enough left. Skating takes more out of you than you might think, and a street track is even more demanding. As he finished his third lap, Edward actually had to stop in front of the line. It took him several minutes just to catch his breath and to work on himself to get ready for the third shooting station

By the time Edward finally got his cock in Lou's mouth, his time was up to 25:13. Lou did her usual amazing work, but Edward was so exhausted, he barely seemed to be able stand. Tatelou's amazing mouth did of course manage to get Teach to shoot for a third time, but after that Edward really didn't have a leg to stand on. The guy made it about two steps and just collapsed to his knees. Two attendants actually started over to him, but he heroically waved them back. He might not win the event, but he was bloody well going to finish it.

It took Teach a minute or two, but he did make it back to his feet. Edward may have been a little unsteady, but he made it to the finish line. I never looked at the clock, so I don't even know his final time. It didn't matter. The important thing was to finish.

There was one man left, Remac. Remac really worried me. He appeared to be in great shape and he looked very determined. He took his place on the line. When the starter's gun fired, he took off with what appeared to be a strong, skilled approach. Mac seemed to glide along the track. I didn't realize how fast he was moving until he stopped in front of Tatelou. As he entered her mouth, I looked up at the clock. 1:12. 




The Literotica Olympics Day 27



Lou's hungry mouth took no time at all to do its magic on Remac. She was swallowing and he was skating and the clock said 4:02. 

Remac began his 2nd lap. His speed was still good, but the fact that he was last caught up with him a little. Aside from the roughness of the concrete, there were now spots of oil on the sidewalk which had been left behind by other skaters. The oil was used to grease axles, and sometimes enough was poured on, that the skates would drip a little.

As he rounded the third turn, Remac hit one of those slick spots. It threw him off stride, and he almost came to a complete stop. He didn't fall, but it cost him a lot of time. By the time he reached Cloudy, the clock was up to 7:42.

Now the second part of going last kicked in. Cloudy was wearing out. It wasn't that she wasn't willing, it was just that her mouth was honestly tired. Her approach to sucking each guy was a little slower than the others. It took longer and required a little more work. So when Remac entered Cloudy's mouth, her grip wasn't quite as tight as it had been earlier. 

Of course Remac wasn't complaining. It was still wonderful, and having to spend a longer time in Cloudy's mouth was hardly a bad thing. But it was several minutes before Cloudy was drinking down her last load of the event. The clock read 14:42 when Mac began his third lap. 

I had been right about one thing. Remac was in shape. His form was still pretty darn good in that last lap. And he only had to help himself just a little coming around the last turn to make sure he was hard when he reached Honey.

Just as he reached Honey, Remac's left skate hit another bad spot and skidded. I thought for a moment it might all be over, but Mac managed, somehow, to regain his balance and save himself. Still, he was a little agitated as his cock entered Honey's mouth. Also, I saw him glance up at the clock as Honey began to suck.

It has to be difficult for a guy to try to cum. The harder you think about it and try to make it happen, the more it just won't. I could see the strained look on Remac's face. He might have been better off if he had just relaxed and let Honey work. Finally, though, I could tell from the way Remac was jerking, and the motions of Honey's throat, that she was now swallowing her last load of cum for this event. As Remac began his last lap, I glanced at the clock. 19:32.

19:32. Mac had just over 2 minutes to beat my time. I knew if this was the first lap, he would have no problem, but it was the last one. Now we would see how much the ladies had taken out of him. 

Remac skated for all he was worth. His legs were a little shaky now, but he was still moving pretty well. As he came down the back straight though his breathing started to get heavy. I could see that his legs were still driving, but they were starting to tie up a bit. By the time he came around the last turn, I could tell Mac was really forcing it.

As he started down the final stretch I glanced at the clock. 21:31. This was going to be very close. I could see Remac grit his teeth. The guy was putting everything he had into those last few yards. As he crossed the line, we both looked at the clock. 21:46. I had won by 4 seconds. 

I looked over, and Remac was sitting on the sidewalk catching his breath. I walked over and put my hand out. He took it and I pulled him to his feet. Then we shook hands. Mac graciously congratulated me. I know he had wanted to win, and I really appreciated the gesture.

After that, I walked away and threw both hands in the air and just yelled. A moment later, Honey threw her arms around me and congratulated me. One of the greatest moments of my life, was walking away from the track with my arm around Honey and knowing that I would be presented with an Olympic Gold Medal. 



The Literotica Olympics Day 28



The Olympic sport of shot put is an athletics (track and field) event involving throwing (putting) a heavy metal ball, also called the shot, as far as possible. Competitors take their throw from inside a circle 2.1 metre (7 feet) in diameter. They must rest the shot put in between the neck and shoulder, and push their throwing arm straight when they throw. The shotputters must not leave the circle until the shot lands on the ground. The distance thrown is measured from the centre of the circle to where the shotput has landed. 

The Literotica variety is a little different. But, you'll find that out soon enough.

"Welcome to day 28 of the Literotica Olympics. This mega event is drawing to a close, but I'm pleased to see there still is a huge crowd. I am Rumple Foreskin, your host for this event. And right next to me is my co-host, Black Tulip. BT, over to you."

"Thank you, Rumple and welcome from me too people. I'm sure you all know Rumple will do the actual reporting. I am merely along for the technical expertise."

"Yes, folks, that's right. BT won a few Olympic medals in her day. Two golds and one bronze, if I recall correctly. BT, can you explain what this event is all about?"

"Of course, and you're quite right Rumple. Two gold ones and a bronze. Well, first of all, you have to realise this event is really small scale. It..."

"Maybe small scale, but very intense BT." 

The crowds turn their heads when they hear a funny noise coming from the reporter's shack. It has been turning into a tradition that the reporters provide almost as much entertainment as the athletes. Will that be the case today as well? It sounded like a smack on the butt. 

A surprised yelp comes over the sound system, followed by a nervous giggle. "What are you doing? Are you trying to make it intense in here as well?" 

Here and there some cheering breaks out as everybody can hear the fumbling of hands trying to keep the sound from being broadcasted. "Not so loud! That's personal, no need to share it with the crowds."

Rumple's next words sound relaxed again. "Sorry folks, there was a slight technical hiccup. BT, you were going to explain the event for us." 

"Um yes, the erotic shot put makes use of Ben Wa balls, Rumple. That's why I said it's a small-scale event. Today we'll be watching the finals, in which we have five contestants left."

"Sorry BT, did you say Ben Wa balls? Can you explain that, please?"

Now the crowds hear a low throaty laugh. "That is what I'm here for, isn't it? You know what Ben Wa balls are, I hope? For this event you use the separate balls and after you insert them you have to push them out as far as you can. The current World Record stands at 2 metres, that would be ... uh, over 6 feet?"

"6 feet 5 inches, to be exact BT. That is quite a distance. And you do that with your ah, your ... Christ, how do you do it?"

Again the throaty laugh. "Really Rumple, never heard of the PC muscle? I know most women will, well, at least they will have heard of Kegel exercises. What you do is use the muscle on the pelvic floor. Oh really, don't look so baffled. Imagine you have a marble in your mouth. Before spitting it out you try to give it more momentum by sucking it in a little way. Kind of like a little runway."

"Oh my, that sounds very intriguing. I don't know about you folks, but it reminds me of all those old wive's tales about cock-grabbing pussies." A soft whisper can be heard after that. "I wouldn't mind getting to know one of those. Are you still in practice?"

A sigh drifts out of the speaker system and a lot of eyes strain to see inside the shack. Quit a number of males in the audience elbow each other or give knowing looks. It seems like the tall Texan is doing it again. 

"Actually, it's not an old wive's tale. You see, when you practice with your Ben Wa balls you strengthen your muscles and that also gives you more grip on other uh..."

"Sorry to interrupt you BT, but I see the referee entering now. Since his country is not among the finalists the German, Mr. SnoopDog will keep his eye on the ball." A soft chuckle escapes the seasoned reporter at his own joke. "And there is PussyChaser too. He will take care of the equipment for the event. And will he love that. The guy is always after pussy so today he'll have a ball." Another chuckle followed by a grunt.

"Will you stop those corny jokes?" The whisper was not soft enough and nearly everybody heard BT.

The crowds break out in cheering again, but this time because the contestants enter the small indoor facility.

"Right folks, here are the finalists of the shot put, Literotica style. First is Wishfulthinking with her trainer Dranoel. The second team is Just-Legal with her trainer SummerMorning. Contestant number three is the gorgeous Destinie21, with her stand-in coach Angela146. You all may have heard that the regular partner of Destinie has recently given birth to a little girl so she couldn't accompany her. Pair number four is a bit odd, the British team consists of Jeanne d'Artois who is coached by her creator, the imposing Oggbashan. The last contestant is on her own. BT, can you explain that?"

"Yes, Rumple, that has everything to do with the strategies involved. You see, in order to put a shot correctly you need to be lubricated but there is a fine balance to maintain. The woman has to be aroused otherwise you can't insert and shoot a ball. But you have to be careful to keep well away from achieving orgasm since that will result in a sucking motion instead of a pushing one."

"Interesting BT, but why is CharleyH on her own? She does not seem to have a coach at all."

"That's right Rumple, Charley is what we call a self-kicker. She claims to get off on the absurd thoughts in her own mind. By the way, the British team is worth mentioning too. Oggbashan is a true mind-fucker. His pupil, Ms. d'Artois is in reality a figment of his imagination. I must confess, I'm really looking forward to seeing those two perform."

"That is fascinating BT. Can you give us some more inside information on the other teams as well?"

"With pleasure Rumple. I never watched them perform but rumour has it that Wishfulthinking gets worked up best when she's forced. Seems she has an issue with nonconsent. If you look carefully, you can see Dranoel has one of her arms on her back already. Just-Legal is a good story too. You can see she wears numerous piercings. I heard she had to remove one before she could start competing in this event."

The crowds turn curious eyes toward Just-Legal who throws a dirty look towards the reporter's shack. No doubt wondering who has been telling on the fact she had her clitpiercing removed. But as the five women settle down on the low bench at the back of the floor a hush descends over the excited crowds. The hall is a small one and the audience is sitting quite close to the action. 

"For those of you who are listening in on the radio, the floor consists of a single daybed, with a sandpit in front of it. Each team has its own balls, but they have to be standard 3/4 inch diameter, which is measured before entering and no lubrication is allowed outside the natural juices of the contestants. That is what the warming-up is for. BT, can you fill us in on the rules?"

"What? Oh sorry, Rumple. I got carried away for a moment, reminiscing old times you know." Another sigh can be heard. "Once you lay down on the bed, you have to make sure your vulva is exactly on line with the edge of the bed, since that is the starting point for measuring the distance. The coach does the warming-up, well except with athletes like CharleyH, but inserting the ball is the job of the equipment guy. Everybody has her own balls and the material is your own choice. But the equipment guy makes sure no extra lubricants are used and he makes sure the initial insertion is the same for everyone."

"Initial insertion? Can you explain that please?"

"Well, you see, in this case PussyChaser will do the insertion. He pushes the ball inside and he makes sure it's one finger deep in. His finger."

An audible swallow comes over the speakers. "Do you mean to say PussyChaser gets to finger all of these women?"

"Really, Rumple." The former athlete lets out a tinkling laugh. "You almost sound jealous. It's only one finger for a short moment. He's not really fingering them." BT's voice turns a bit husky there. "That is up to the coach, or whatever else he has decided to use."

Rumple coughs. "I think I have the picture here, and I'm sure all you listeners have too. Right now I see the first contestant getting ready. That is Wishfulthinking and Dranoel is pushing her on her knees after he ripped off her skirt. That is an interesting technique there. Dranoel unzips his pants and forces Wishfulthinking to suck his cock. Will he make her finish him off? BT? And is there a time-limit to the warming-up?"

"Yes, Rumple, there certainly is. Warming-up is restricted to maximum 10 minutes. It is very well possible though that Dranoel will cum to get Wishfulthinking all hot and squirming. It is a well-known strategy but a tricky one. If she gets too worked up, inserting the ball will make her want to come too and that will make it very hard for her to push the ball out again."

For a few moments the only sounds to be heard are the breathing of Dranoel and the wet noises of Wishful's sucking. 

"That is why the equipment guy has to be a very controlled and reliable person, Rumple. One touch too many, one slip against a clit can ruin an athlete's performance." 

"I can imagine, BT. Have you had personal experience with setbacks like that?" 

"Actually yes. That's what landed me a bronze medal in the last competition I was in. The equipment guy on duty accidentally put his thumb on my clit, making me cum on the spot. I could recuperate enough to squeeze the ball out but there was no real force behind it. Look, I think, yes ... yes...YES. Dranoel is climaxing. See? Now he lands Wishful on her back and SnoopDog walks over. He feels if she is lined up properly and takes a close look at the ball they will be using. Ah, I see they're using the traditional gold plated one. PussyChaser inserts the ball and steps back. Now watch closely. If you take a good look you can see her using her muscles. See?"

"Oh my god, you are right BT. I can see her lips moving. That is amazing. She is actually doing a one-two-three. The ball flies out and lands in the sand in front of the bed. SnoopDog takes out his tape measure, scribbles something down and hands the slip of paper to the technical guys."

The crowd eyes the big scoreboard, waiting for the first result. For the moment there is no sound coming from the reporter's shack and the other finalists try to focus on their own performance. 

Rumple's voice comes back on. "The scoreboard blinks, an acceptable 6'2" goes up. The crowd cheers and Dranoel rewards his girl with some intense kissing on her talent spot. I don't mind telling you folks, that sure looks great to me."

He goes right on. "Next is Just-Legal. Her trainer SummerMorning motions for her to take off her clothes and she does that with obvious pleasure. Look at that body. She is the youngest in the field today. Is that an advantage BT?"

"No Rumple, in this sport it's an advantage to be a bit older. Well, experienced is a more accurate word. You need to know your body; you have to be able to control your urges, you know? And the more orgasms you've had, the better you know which muscles to use."

"I see, you are a real pro BT. Oh look, SummerMorning has opted for the oral stimulation too. Only he is giving it in this case. For those of you who can't watch, he is on his knees licking Just-Legal's pussy. By the looks of her she is truly enjoying herself."

"Yes, she does, Rumple. And I must tell you, that's not looking good. She is enjoying herself way too much. Look how she is throwing her head back. Oh my god, she even starts to pinch her own nipples."

The excited voice of Rumple Foreskin interrupts Black Tulip's commentary. "Wait, SummerMorning realises the danger and slaps her hands away. He positions her on the bed and SnoopDog feels her position. Oh, oh, it looks like she tries to keep his hand between her legs. PussyChaser inserts the ball. They use a gold plated one too. And oh-my-god. You were so right BT. This is going all wrong. Just-Legal has grabbed PussyChaser's hand and keeps his finger inside her. She's bringing herself off with the Ben Wa ball still inside. I can see her hips jerking wildly and she's even moaning. Wow, that sure brings out the sweat on my forehead people. I know that's a tremendous disappointment for SummerMorning but it was a sight for sore eyes, I tell you. Wait, yes, she knows she screwed up here." A chuckle sounds over the speakers. "With a desperate look on her face Just-Legal pushes the ball out, but it lands with a pathetic little thud. SnoopDog shakes his head, just a few seconds, ah there is the score. A sorry 4 feet. Not even close to a medal I'd say."

The crowd sighs and whistles as Just-Legal leaves the hall crying, SummerMorning with a murderous look on his face is following her. But the attention of the audience is almost immediately focussed on the next finalist. 

"Here comes Destinie21. She is quite a tall woman. Does that have any influence BT?"

"No Rumple. The depth is that one finger deep, remember? The only size that matters here is the width. That's why you hardly ever see women competing after childbirth. Although I know of women who stayed quite trim, all you have to do is keep practising." 

"Practising, does that mean using Ben Wa balls?" Rumple's voice goes down to a whisper. "Or would that be climaxing? I wouldn't mind feeling your muscles sweetheart."

Those in the audience that pay attention to the reporters, hear a gasp followed by a tiny whimper. Some of them start wondering if the old Rumple is actually testing muscles and finger depth. Regardless of what he is doing, he continues with his reporting in a professional way.

"Just-Legal was the youngest and less experienced. The next finalist, Destinie is more mature and a lot more experienced. I read in an interview once that she climaxes at least once a day, which obviously gives her a tremendous muscle control. In contrast to Just-Legal Destinie keeps her top on, she knows this is not about cumming. She's spreading those long, long legs of hers and Angela146 kneels as if she is worshipping ... Lord, will you look at that. Angela is worshipping Destinie. Just look at her face, she looks absolutely adoring as she starts licking those beautiful satin folds."

The crowds get excited by the sight of Angela and Destinie, and the stimulating words of Rumple Foreskin as well. Maybe the sounds from the reporter's shack are contributing too. All you can hear from BT are soft sounds and heavy breathing, making you wonder what that dirty old Texan is up to.

"That's it girl. Destinie gave an excellent performance. Will you look at that score? A duplication of the Olympic Record, 6'5"! That will be tough to beat. I'd say Destinie has a good chance of leaving the field with gold today. Let's see what Oggbashan can do with his creation."

Luckily the crowds are still cheering Destinie21 so nobody notices the pauses in the reporting getting longer and longer. BT hasn't said a word in the last half-hour and Rumple's voice gets more gruff by the minute. 

Ogg ushers the slender Jeanne to the front, disrobes her with reverence, makes sure she assumes the proper position and retreats to a spot near her shoulder. He removes his huge hat and closes his eyes. Nothing seems to happen and the audience starts to get uneasy. Soon the crowds start muttering and some people even start to yell.

With a rather breathless sound BT comes on the air again. "Please people. Don't underestimate what's happening here. You must remember that Jeanne is a figment of Ogg's imagination. In order for her to get lubricated enough, Ogg has to think Jeanne is aroused. No mean feat in my opinion. You have the rare opportunity to actually see a mind-fucker at work. I for one am very curious to see the result. Look, do you see how Jeanne is spreading her legs? I can't see properly but it looks to me as if she is getting moist. Yes, Ogg motions for PussyChaser to come forward. Ah, that is interesting. The first three contestants used the traditional gold plated ball. It looks like Jeanne will go for the modern stainless steel variety."

A hush of expectancy descends over the hall as the slightly translucent Jeanne starts moving her inner muscles. Behind her, Ogg has his eyes firmly closed and his hands are balled into fists as he wills his alter ego to squeeze the gleaming ball onto the sand as far as it will go. A disappointed sigh goes through the audience; the scoreboard shows a meagre 6 feet. 

"Say something." The voice of BT is soft but still the hiss can be heard. Just as the grunt from Rumple.

"That will be a real disappointment for the Brit. Do you think it's because he used a different kind of ball, BT?" 

"I don't think so, Rumple." BT sounds a bit irritated as she continues. "I think Ogg had trouble visualising female muscle control here. I mean, can you do that? Imagine what it feels like to have a Ben Wa ball inside your uh, love canal? Try it, seriously. Try to feel a smooth marble slowly moving around inside you, vibrating softly, tickling you from the inside." A moan wafts through the hall, followed by another desperate whisper. "Oh god, can't we slip out? I can't hold out much longer."

The speakers transmit a series of muffled sounds, rustling and wet noises, causing the audience to focus on the reporter's shack. Since there is only one window in front not everybody is able to see how the luscious Black Tulip has crawled in Rumple's lap. His hands happily roam over her ample curves and his mouth is busy licking her neck. It's obvious today's event has been inspiring the both of them.

BT opens her eyes just in time to see CharleyH stepping up to the front. 

"This will be a very interesting attempt, ladies and gentlemen. CharleyH is a self-kicker. She will orchestrate her own performance and will use the power of her imagination to make herself ready to go. Oooh." Luckily most of the audience is engrossed in the way Charley presents herself. They never guess BT's yelp is due to Rumple sliding his hands up her thighs, intent on some finger measuring of his own.

"This will be a whole new experience folks, I can tell you right now." Rumple leans over BT who's trapped in his lap, his hands busy and his voice a bit rough. A big grin on his face accentuates the double meaning of his words. "For starters Charley climbs on the daybed, sits in lotus position and starts stroking herself with... BT, what the hell is she using? Can you see?"

"What? Oh..." The attentive listener can hear BT blushing. "Rumple, that looks like a maple leaf to me. Yes, it is. Now that is what I call girl power, look how she turns herself on. As she positions herself she hands PussyChaser her ball. Oh, and this is a really nice touch. She uses a plastic multicoloured one. You go girl."

Some people near the shack hear a soft masculine echo. "You go too girl." 

Another series of thuds and crackles prevent the audience from hearing what goes on inside the reporter's booth and CharleyH delivers a terrific shot. The ball lands a goodly distance away, but the athlete is more intent on achieving a whopping climax, the stem of the maple leaf between her teeth as her fingers fly over her clit and delve inside her muscled pussy.

"That is it for today folks. Charley scored a 6 feet 3 and walks away with the silver. Destinie grabs the gold and Wishfulthinking will be very pleased with a bronze medal. I wish you a pleasant day." Rumple sounds a bit out of breath but nobody cares. In fact a lot of couples in the audience are clearly inspired by today's event. By the look of it there's a lot of measuring going on. 




The Literotica Olympics Day 28



"Shut that damn microphone off." BT's hiss carries about halfway across the hall and the audience has a hard time deciding where to look. Watching Charley pleasure herself or seeing Black Tulip moving in slow circles on Rumple Foreskin's lap.

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