3 comments/ 84668 views/ 27 favorites Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 01 By: bluedragonauthor **** WARNING: This is a stroke story. It contains group sex, oral sex, anal sex, facials, girl-on-girl, and lesbian incest. It does NOT contain significant character development or much of a plot. If any of that bothers you, read something else. Similarities to real people are quite intentional, but names have been changed to protect the less than innocent. As usual, this story is mine, and you do NOT have permission to repost it or publish it elsewhere. **** CHAPTER 1 **** // Oh-oh say can you see... by the dawn's early light? What so PROUD-ly we hailed... at the twilight's last gleaming... Even though the anthem was an instrumental version, I could still hear the lyrics in my head. With my right hand over my heart, I felt moisture forming in my eyes as I looked left to see my country's flag held aloft, ever so much higher than the two flags flanking it to either side. You'd think I wouldn't be emotional at a time like this. After all, this wasn't my first rodeo or anything. I'd been swimming competitively since I was four years old, blowing away first boys in the 6-and-under division and then even the 8-and-unders. I won nearly every swim meet I entered at the local level, and most every one at the state level too. Only when I hit the international circuit did I start to find competition that could keep up with me, but even that only drove me to compete harder and train even more to lower my times. I won a Grand Prix or two. I medaled at the Pan Pacific Championships. And in the run up to these Games, I'd even won a WORLD Championship. But that was just the World Championships. This... THIS... was the Olympics. And I was now a member of a VERY elite club... I was an Olympic Gold Medalist. This was Fuck-TASTIC! Wiping the tears from my eyes, I bent my head down and looked at my shiny new hardware. I knew what to expect, of course; every athlete knew the look of the medals well before ever showing up. I liked the design, the Olympic Logo centered in the middle of the circular disc with scattered lines behind it. I was especially pleased that the organizers hadn't fucked things up like the past Winter Olympics, with that wavy, lopsided piece of shit that looked like someone had left the medal inside their car on a hot day and had the thing melt halfway before re-hardening. Flipping my disc over, I smirked as I checked out the reverse of the medal. I knew full well that the figure on the back represented Nike, the Greek Goddess of Victory. But at the moment, I couldn't help but notice that Nike was half-naked, with her unfettered breasts hanging out for the world to see. And as I belatedly remembered that the world's television cameras were on me at this moment, I wiped the smirk off my face and stood up straighter, thankful that my baggy warm-ups would hide the growing bulge at my crotch. Shit, man... Just hold it together until you get back. Just a little bit longer... a little bit longer... and THEN man... you are SO gonna get fucking LAID. I hadn't had sex in weeks already, not an easy thing to do when half the women's swim team wants you to nail them (again). (Breaststroke? I'll show you a 'breast stroke'). But rules are rules. Not that there were any laws against getting laid. No, my rules were part of my training, part of my discipline. My entire life had been building to this point, to this singular moment at the end of a grueling series of laps back and forth across a short fifty-meter expanse of water. In one, solitary effort I had challenged myself against the best the world had to offer... and I'd come away victorious. I'd kept my eye on the prize, and it had all been worth it. Sex would have been unnecessary exercise right at the time when I was tapering, carefully controlling my energy expenditure to ensure maximum endurance and optimal performance when it really mattered. Not only that, but sex (or even masturbation) would have drained my balls of needed testosterone. Who needs performance enhancing drugs? Not me, my balls make all that juice for me. Excess testosterone at the right time means more power, more energy. That little bit may have been the reason why I swam 0.12 seconds faster than the silver medalist. That little bit may have been the reason why I now had this golden hardware around my neck. And for that, I should really thank the women's swim team for doing their level best to flaunt their nearly-naked (and sometimes fully naked) bodies for my viewing pleasure, knowing full well that it would help me build up my own natural, non-doping steroids. But all that was over now. I'd finished my last event. There were no more competitions on my immediate horizon. No more tapering, no more ABSTINENCE. All that was left to do now... was PARTY. // O say does tha-at Star Spangled BA-nner yet waaave... Oops, time to wrap this up. Stand straight. Chest out. Smile for the cameras, fucker. After this, it's just a short press conference, a pep-talk from coach, and then you're onto the shuttle to take you back to those high-rise condos they call an Athlete's Village. You're an Olympic Gold Medalist, man... and now it's time to reap the rewards. **** "Härter, härter! Ahh, **scheisse!** Fuck me du hurensohn!" I grinned and slapped Anneke's ass before crooking my fingers to get a better grip on her hip bones and then started to REALLY lay some wood on the gorgeous dirty-blonde German swimmer. Her English was much better when she wasn't mid-orgasm, and we'd been flirting for more than a week both at the Aquatics Centre and around the Village since before the Olympics had even officially begun. It was clear from the beginning that we were destined to fuck, and having finished her only event two days ago, she'd been itching to get into my pants ever since. Win or lose, Anneke had promised me I'd get to nail her. In fact, she'd been so eager to jump my bones that she'd tried to talk me into fucking her right away, even before I was done with the competition. But I hadn't spent all this time and come all this way to fuck up my Olympic dreams, so I'd sent her away to focus on my swimming. I held no illusions that she'd kept herself pure for me over the past two days; this was the Olympics after all. Relationships weren't part of the deal, and when you put thousands of young, physically fit people into a confined area, shit is gonna happen. There's a reason a hundred thousand condoms disappear in two weeks, but this place is a little like Vegas: What happens in the Athlete's Village, STAYS in the Athlete's Village. I didn't know who Anneke had been with, and I didn't much care. All that mattered was that she'd cared enough to come watch my event, meeting me in the locker room before my event and parting her robe to show me she wasn't wearing a thing beneath it. She'd rubbed her firm little B-cups against my naked chest while telling me dirty fantasies of the things she wanted me to do to her after I won the Gold Medal, and fuck, that last bit of testosterone four minutes before my event started might have been the reason alone for my 0.12 second victory. She'd been waiting for me after my press conference, and rode the shuttle back to the Athlete's Village by my side. Her bright green eyes danced with mirth as she wrapped herself around the world's most recent Gold Medalist, and we couldn't RUN to my room fast enough. My roommate, Tyler, was still at the Aquatics Centre, waiting for his own event. I had no concerns about him dropping by unannounced, and I didn't even bother to lock the door after more or less tackling Anneke through it and onto my bed. After almost three weeks without an ejaculation, I was more than ready to go. Anneke and I took turns shoving our tongues down each other's throat and tearing at each other's clothes without actually getting them off each other. We'd fooled around a bit without going TOO far, so this wasn't actually my first time getting my paws on her titties. But I still enjoyed their weight in my hands, and especially enjoyed the sensation of her cool hand wrapped around my iron-hard cock. I am ashamed to say that I popped my cork thirty seconds after she took me into her mouth. What, like YOU wouldn't after having been teased and prodded and sexually stimulated for three weeks straight to build up your testosterone without being allowed to cum? But thankfully, Anneke didn't seem to mind, swallowing every drop like a pro before taking my shaft in hand and using both her fingers and mouth to bring me back up. It certainly helped that while she did so, I had my tongue buried in Marika's cunt. Oh, did I not mention Marika? Funny story about Anneke and Marika: the world thought they HATED each other. Both girls were eighteen, and had spent the last couple of years competing in the same events each year. Some of the press tried to make it into a kind of Cold War between blonde German Anneke and raven-haired Dutch Marika; but then, the last time the Dutch were a military superpower was like in the 1600s. At the pool, the girls made it a point not to even look at each other, let alone speak. This was of course, quite awkward every time they were put in lanes 4 and 5 together, but that was just their competitive spirit. In the water, each of them wanted to be the best; but out of the water, they had actually become the best of friends. That sort of thing happens when you compete against the same person at meet after meet after meet. The two girls were together when Tyler and I met them in one of the communal lounges. Though Anneke and I immediately hit it off, Marika and Tyler just didn't seem to find that spark. After a few minutes, Tyler wandered away to get a drink... and then never came back. About an hour later I saw him chatting up an Argentinean cyclist. In the meantime, I'd enjoyed the pleasant company of two beautiful teenage swimmers in the prime of their sexual desirability. Marika hadn't been around every other time I'd met up with Anneke. Anything and everything goes in the Athlete's Village, and I knew she was hunting on her own. Fuck, -I- was hunting others rather frequently in my down time, no matter what chemistry I'd been building with Anneke, and I was sure she was doing the same as well. But Marika had been around quite a bit, especially on one particular occasion when I'd met the girls in Anneke's room and they'd proceeded to team up and give me a full-body rubdown with their tits, purely for the sake of improving my testosterone buildup, you see. So it really wasn't much of a surprise when two minutes after Anneke and I burst into my room, the sultry Dutch 18-year-old sashayed through my unlocked door. She made sure to lock it this time, while Anneke popped off my cock long enough to explain that she'd texted Marika to come meet us and figured I wouldn't mind. I'd busted my nut down Anneke's throat while watching the sleek raven-haired teenager strip her clothes off and shove two fingers into her freshly-shaven twat. And as Anneke went to work reviving me I'd invited her best friend to straddle my face and let me get my first taste of her. But that was just the start. "Härter, härter! Ahh, **scheisse!** Fuck me du hurensohn!" Oh, yeah... back to the present. Long story short, having gone off so quickly, I was in the mood to prove my manhood, no matter the excuses. So I grabbed onto Marika's thighs and kept her trapped on my face until I gave her a screaming orgasm, then tossed her aside and bodily yanked Anneke onto the bed so I could give her one as well. Then, and only then did I slap on a condom, fist my eight-inch cock, and slam it home, spearing Anneke's pretty pussy while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. I quickly fucked her to a second climax, then pulled out and moved over to where Marika lay beside her friend, pounding the Dutch girl with all of my pent-up sexual frustration before yanking myself out, ripping off the condom, and then stroking my meat until I covered her tits and belly with my spunk. Anneke then showed me a side of her I wasn't expecting, although I wasn't totally surprised by it. Lots of female competitive athletes were into girls, and more than a few of them were full-out dykes that wouldn't give me the time of day. But fortunately for me, these teenaged swimming starlets were definitely bisexual, and they were showing me their other side as Anneke licked up all my creamy jism while making repeated trips up to Marika's mouth to share what she'd found. I'd beaten my cock with my right hand watching them swap sperm with their tongues, blonde hair intermingling with black hair as they attacked each other with fervor. I reached full hardness some time after they scissored their legs and began grinding their clits together. And now that I was fully ready to rejoin the party, I reached up, grabbed Anneke's hips, and dragged her backwards until she was on all fours with her face over Marika's crotch and her ass in the perfect position for me to impale her from behind. "Härter, härter! Ahh, **scheisse!** Fuck me du hurensohn!" Okay, so NOW we're back to the present. Anneke started yelling at me in German to fuck her harder, screaming her enjoyment before shoving her tongue as far as she could into Marika's snatch. I crooked my fingers and really started laying wood to the German girl. And all three of us groaned and moaned our enjoyment through the rather thin walls of this budget-built condominium complex. "Cumming! Cumming!" Marika screamed as she tossed her head left and right, reaching down with both hands to grab the back of Anneke's head and tug it deeper against her crotch. The movement had the pleasant side-effect of trapping her perky tits between her arms, squishing them together and making her even perkier rose-colored nipples thrust up into the air, just begging to be sucked. But I was a little too far away to do much about that right now, so I waited until Marika ceased her orgasmic thrashing and let her thighs fall away from Anneke's cheeks. Then, I reached down to grab the German girl's jaw and pull her head back so that I could whisper in her ear, "Doesn't she have such pretty nipples? I want to see you suck them." Anneke moaned her agreement and then started crawling up the bed. Doing so dislodged my prick, but once she had her lips wrapped around a succulent teat, she waggled her ass invitingly and I climbed after her to resume our doggy-style fuck. The blonde girl whimpered as I long-dicked her, maximizing her pleasure while delaying my inevitable third (and probably final) ejaculation. I reached under her torso to palm her firm tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers before gripping them and tugging her body back against mine with each stroke. She lost the rhythm once, stiffening and pulling her mouth off of Marika's tits. I glanced down and realized that the raven-haired Dutch girl had begun rubbing the German girl's clit. So I sped up my pace a bit and silently mouthed over Anneke's shoulder, "Get her off and I'll do you next." Marika smirked and nodded her agreement, then reached up with her other hand to paw at her best friend's breasts while continuing to fingerbang her. I held onto Anneke's tight butt cheeks, moaning deep within my throat as I watched my thick dick piston in and out of her tight cunt. And when I felt the blonde teenager's inner muscles begin to spasm, I sped up and really power-fucked her through her climax. "Ah! Ah! **Scheisse!**" Anneke cursed again as she came. But then seconds later she screamed as her balance was thrown off and she found herself collapsing straight on top of Marika. Anneke fell because I pushed her, driving forward with my hips and pulling back on her thighs to literally knock her legs out from under her. My dick and I went with her, my body weight driving my cock an extra half-inch into her body while the momentary shock only added adrenaline to her climax. At the same time, Marika must have been expecting my move, perhaps having seen the sudden smirk crossing my face, because she practically caught her friend, meeting her with an open-mouthed kiss. And together, we sandwiched and smothered the German blonde with pleasure from all sides as she quivered and quaked her ecstasy. And I wasn't done yet. As promised, the moment Anneke finished cumming, I slid out of her and notched my cockhead a few inches lower. Now it was Marika's turn to scream as she was invaded by eight inches of American dick. And after relocating my hand grips onto the Dutch girl's hips, I pounded her pussy with renewed vigor. Minutes later, Anneke recovered enough to take her friend's face in hand and resume their makeout session. Stacked tit-to-tit and crotch-to-crotch, the girls moaned and writhed beautifully, giving me both audio and visual stimulation to keep going no matter how tired I was after two ejaculations and the energy drain of my competition. I began switching back and forth between them, fucking Marika for a while before rising up and drilling Anneke, keeping both girls at the precipice of new orgasms before pulling out and changing partners. But all good things must come to an end. I felt my balls reaching the boiling point, and knowing I didn't have much time left, I kept myself in Marika's cunt and flexed my kegels to angle my cockhead up and really get it to scrape across the Dutch girl's G-spot. "Oh! Oh, *neukertje*!" Marika cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock!" I fucked her. Anneke sucked on her neck. And just for good measure, I reached around her ass and wriggled a finger into the center of her crack. "AIIIGH!" she screamed, bucking her hips off the bed. Fuck man, some of these swimmer chicks have REALLY strong core muscles, because she managed to lift both me AND Anneke up with her. But after arching her back and screaming her climax to the headboard for about thirty seconds, her strength left her and she collapsed completely. Now seeking my own release, I grabbed Anneke's right tit in my hand and used it to flip her over onto her back beside her best friend. The German girl grinned as I pulled out of Marika and shoved myself back into her. And she raised her legs up and over my shoulders and giving me a sultry grin as I rutted away. "Cum for me," she crooned, reaching up and rubbing my forearms. "I want you to cum on my face." Shit man, that's a sentence any man would love to hear, but it's SO much sexier coming with that accent! I grinned and sped up, feeling the pressure build. I hammered her harder and harder and harder until the whole bed was shaking. Leaning forward, I drilled my dick down as far as it could go while pressing Anneke's knees back almost until they were on the mattress. And then finally, I felt the pressure going slack and I yanked myself out of her, stripping off the condom and kneeling by her side before groaning as Anneke took matters into her own hands, jacking me rapidly until my abs clenched and my cockhead belched out a thick glob of spunk that caught her right across her forehead. "Nn-gah!" I grunted as I felt my ball pressure suddenly go slack. A second jet of cum flew out and splattered her from nose to cheek. And as the wave of ecstatic relief swept over me, I sat back on my haunches and let her finish me off. Anneke had picked her head up, leaning forward so that she could take me into her mouth and there milk out the rest of my spunk. "Mmm," a satiated Marika moaned as she turned onto her side and leaned over to extend her tongue toward Anneke's face, licking up cream until the German girl pulled off my deflating prick and turned so they could share what they each had found. When there was no more cum to be swapped, the girls rolled apart and then beckoned to me. I circled to the foot of the bed so I could climb in-between them. And then lying on my back, I spread my arms so they could each pillow their head on my broad swimmer's chest. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 01 Anneke first played with my now limp dick before walking her fingers up my torso. And then turning to give me a wide grin that carried up into her sparkling green eyes, she cupped her hand and scooped it underneath the one and only thing I was still wearing, and had worn all throughout this entire fuck session: my Gold Medal. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 02 **** CHAPTER 2 **** Though I'd fallen asleep with a gorgeous 18-year-old swimmer flanking me on each side, I awoke in my room completely alone. Glancing over, I saw that my roommate's bed was still perfectly made; Tyler must have hooked up with someone last night and never come home. No biggie, bed-hopping was an unofficial sport at the Olympics. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I sat up and glanced down at the precious hardware still lying on my chest. I used my thumb to rub it, smiling proudly at the accomplishment of earning my own Gold Medal. And then I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly at just how tired I really felt right now. Years of preparation, months of hardcore training, and two days of intense preliminary and then final competition had boiled down to a single, spectacular, almost super-human effort. And then on top of all that, I'd engaged in a torrid threesome with Euro hotties that really wiped me out. Protein. I need protein. Swinging my legs off the bed, I worked the cricks out of my neck before spotting the note on my nightstand. Printed neatly on official Olympic stationary, Anneke had written in English: --- Good morning, Champion. I know you must be tired, because even Marika's blowjob could not wake you. A pity, because we would have enjoyed another round. This is especially after waiting so long to finally bed you. But you were worth the wait, and I only wish we had more time. But we have now stayed three days beyond our competition, and we must now return home. We both will miss you, but we will never forget our night with our Champion. Love always, Anneke and Marika P.S. Please do not kiss and tell. It would make our boyfriends jealous. --- There were two lipstick kisses at the bottom of the note, and with a smile, I began looking around for my suitcase so that I could keep the note as a keepsake memory. But seconds later, I changed my mind. I held it up, smiling at the paper one final time, and then I began tearing it into a dozen little strips and then tearing those strips into even tinier pieces before scattering them into the trash can. What happens in the Athlete's Village, STAYS in the Athlete's Village. **** Fully dressed, my hair perfectly tousled and again sporting my brand new hardware on my chest, I walked into the dining hall closest to the American section and went to pick up my usual selection of food. Inside, I ran into a young friend on the U.S. Swim Team, Asher. He hadn't qualified for an individual event, but had swum the preliminaries for a relay team. And since the finals team had won Gold a few days earlier, like me he was able to strut around the Village with his own spiffy hardware around his neck. "Hey, what's up, man?" I greeted in a friendly tone. "Haven't seen you around for a couple of days." Asher blushed and then leaned forward, a glimmer in his eyes. Glancing around to make sure nobody was in our immediate vicinity, he replied softly, "Been buried up to my neck in international pussy, dude. Only now am I coming up for air." I raised my eyebrows, and he tapped the medal around his neck. "Gold is gold; nobody really cares that it's not for an individual event." I nodded and clapped him on the shoulder. Inside, I knew I was more proud of my medal knowing that I'd won it all on my own, and not had the victory swum for me by four guys who were faster than me. But that individual pride didn't mean I had to begrudge Asher for his pussy-hunting success. "Congratulations." He grinned and then gestured to the food. "Load up, man. You're gonna need more energy these next few days than you did for your competition." I grinned. It was a good suggestion. Sure, I still had plenty of meets to swim over the next few months, leading up to the short course World Championships in December, but my body could afford a few days of letting itself go. I was hungry, and I wanted to eat some stuff I would have usually denied myself. And when I showed up at the checkout line with my heavily-laden tray, I heard a whistle from behind me along with a sarcastic, "Merda, you do not have enough food, bobo?" I glanced back to see a familiar face. Two of them, actually. Well, scratch that. It was the same face: twice. Let me explain... Leticia and Larissa are twins – identical twins, hence the single face twice thing. And it was a gorgeous face they shared. The rest of them was pretty spectacular, too. The twins were indoor volleyball players from Brazil, and since the countries from the Americas were roughly grouped in the same area of the Athlete's Village, I'd run into them a couple of times over the course of the past week, neither occasion resulting a very positive outcome for me. Olympic volleyball players are all built the same, at least the strikers. They're super-tall and super-thin, but without the wide, bulked-up shoulders many female swimmers can develop. The Brazilian twins looked like they could swap their sports uniforms for runway high fashion any time they wanted, and they certainly had the faces for modeling as well. But even more attractive to me, these Brazilian chicks had *fiiine* butts. The first time I saw them, I'd started gawking at Leticia's ass (or was it Larissa's?) and then promptly walked into a light post. I didn't think either of them had noticed me checking them out, but they certainly turned around and noticed the stupid gringo holding his forehead and moaning in pain while wrapped around the pole. They came over good-naturedly just to make sure I was alright. My sense of machismo kicked in and I insisted I was just fine, but I'd been thrown off-balance enough that I couldn't come up with a single witty thing to say, and the girls had walked off moments later without giving me a backwards glance. The second time we ran into each other was while waiting for dinner a few days ago when I was still flirting with Anneke. To my chagrin, the twins stopped in their tracks and Larissa actually pointed at me while asking her sister in *português brasileiro* if I was the guy who'd walked into the light post that one day. Leticia agreed, and they were distracting enough that Anneke asked them politely what they were talking about, and the twins hung around for ten minutes or so to regale Anneke with the tale of me ogling their tight asses and then braining myself on the pole (So I guess they HAD realized I was checking them out). Their English wasn't the best, and it wasn't Anneke's most fluid language, either, so there were a lot of pauses for the twins to chatter back and forth in Portuguese to figure out how best to explain. The word "bobo" had come up quite a bit, and after Anneke's inquiry, Leticia explained that it meant "fool" or "idiot" or something else equally unflattering. They of course were referring to me. The story thus concluded, the Brazilian twins laughed and moved on. I didn't think much of the encounter, preferring to spend my time basking in Anneke's flirtatious company. And I simply chalked off Leticia and Larissa to being two hot girls I would never have a chance with. Until now. Not much had changed since the last time they saw me. I was still the same "bobo" who had walked into a light post while checking them out. But one small thing HAD changed, and the proof of it was hanging around my neck. "Oy, bobo..." Leticia whistled as I found her gaze gravitating toward my chest and then being held there, almost as if she were the dude and I was a chick with massive breasts. "There is something... *different*... about you." "Congratulations," Larissa chimed in. "What sport do you again?" "Swimming," I replied with a grin, thrusting my chest out, again like a girl putting her... ah... girls... on display. Leticia then glanced next to me, where Asher stood smirking in amusement. "You do swimmer, too?" He nodded in the universal affirmative. "Different events, though," he explained. "But still champion," Larissa breathed, her eyelashes batting as she looked me up and down and then also gave Asher the once over. We both stood proudly to let them check us out: tall, muscled hunks of pure American manliness... with Gold Medals wrapped around our necks. I was glad I'd picked up the extra calories. **** It's a pretty amazing sight to see a gorgeous young woman take every inch of your cock into her mouth, until the point where her lips are pressed up against your bare-shaven crotch and balls. It's an even MORE amazing sight to see her twin sister trade places with her and then repeat the maneuver, looking up into your eyes and swallowing obviously so you can feel her throat muscles massaging the head of your dick. Strange how that works. The view itself is nearly identical, but knowing you've just been deep-throated by the first girl's *twin sister* just adds sooo much more mental stimulation to an already stimulating view. Leticia and Larissa had taken Asher and me back to their place, ostensibly because they were still in competition and supposed to be taking it easy overall, and also supposed to stay near their teammates. But unlike swimming, indoor volleyball was a sport more predicated on technique and teamwork than pure physical exertion. While they shouldn't be wearing themselves out, the girls didn't have to spend this off-day completely conserving their energy, either. Their coaches would probably prefer that they didn't bring a couple of guys home to have sex, but doing so wouldn't kill their Olympic dreams or anything. Plus, I really think the twins wanted to show us off. Leticia and Larissa were housed in a three-bedroom apartment, and it turned out that their four teammates were inside when we arrived. Asher and I got ogled up and down pretty good as we entered, and the twins made a big show about removing the Gold Medals from our necks before hanging them on a hook over one of the bedroom doors. "Do not worry," Leticia said reassuringly after catching my apprehensive look toward my beloved hardware. "No one will take them." "It's a trophy," Asher explained with a shit-eating grin as he let Larissa lead him by the hand into the bedroom. "They're telling everyone they bagged a couple of Gold Medalists." Leticia smiled, walking her hands up my chest before cupping my cheek and leaning in to peck my lips. "Well... I have not bagged you YET." And then she too took my hand and led me inside, closing the bedroom door with Asher's and my Gold Medals hanging outside for their teammates to see. Larissa already had Asher's shorts off and was stroking his rapidly-hardening prick in one hand while she licked the head. Leticia sat me down on her bed across the room and began pulling at my shorts to do the same. Leaning back on my hands, I groaned as the Brazilian beauty went to work. She had large, dark eyes and long eyelashes, and she seemed to really like watching the expressions on my face as she blew me. Then she did her little deep-throating trick, gulping around my prick and smiling at maximum depth before pulling back and gasping for oxygen. Leticia did it to me once more before her sister whistled. At the cue, she patted my prick and pecked the head once before getting up and switching beds. And then both Asher and I groaned with the extra mental stimulation of watching the "other" twin swallow us whole. But as good as the deep-throating felt, I was impatient for more. Reaching down, I gently pulled Larissa's face off my prick and then had her stand up in front of me. I started with her shirt, pulling it up and kissing her belly. She giggled at the ticklish sensation, twisting away from the contact until she was facing away from me. But no matter, standing up off the bed, I raised her shirt higher and higher until she had to lift her arms so I could remove it completely. Only I didn't remove it completely. I left the shirt wrapped around her arms and head, inside-out and trapping her in that position momentarily. I took the opportunity to unsnap her bra and then reach around to hold her firm titties, not very big but very firm and capped by thick nipples that seemed to extend a full inch out from each breast. Larissa whimpered and tried to finish removing her shirt, but I reached up with one hand to prevent her from doing so. And then I took my other hand and slid it down her firm belly and beneath the waistband of her shorts. Larissa was wearing khaki shorts over a lime green G-string, and after running my fingers over the smoothness of her bare-shaven mound and into the moisture of her rapidly dampening pussy, I deftly unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them down to pool at her ankles. Only then did I finally pull off her shirt, and then taking hold of her waist to keep her from moving, I sat back down on the bed, which put my face right at eye-level with Larissa's perfect, *perfect* ass, covered only by two lime green strings that hid absolutely nothing from view. "Hey Asher," I called, glancing over to see that he too had started to undress his girl. "Leave the G-strings and their sneakers on." His shit-eating grin spread, and he nodded. I now noticed that there was one thing distinguishing the identical twins from each other: their panties. While Larissa was wearing lime green, Leticia's was an electric yellow. Though my original interest in leaving their underwear on was purely for visual titillation, I felt quite pleased with myself for retaining some way of identifying the twins even if they switched places again. Meantime, I took the opportunity to lean forward and bury my face against Larissa's perfect ass. Her butt cheeks were impossibly firm and yet just a little pliable when I really dug my thumbs into them. I spread her globes and then nuzzled my nose along her crack, causing a giggle. And then after kissing each perky cheek I reached up and pulled her down onto the bed beside me. She fell a little awkwardly, her ankles still cuffed together by her shorts. We both laughed as I leaned over to help snake them over her sneakers, and then I took advantage of my position to move her legs apart and flip myself over with my face in her crotch. The narrow strip over her snatch was now more of a dark green than lime green, obviously moistened by her arousal. It was easy enough to slide the strip off to the side as I leaned in and took my first lick of her nectar. And Larissa suddenly stopped moving as her head fell back and she moaned in obvious pleasure. I ate her to two screaming orgasms then, Larissa drumming her sneaker heels on my back as I did so. After the second, she impatiently tugged on my shoulders for me to come up and fuck her, but when I glanced across the room and found Asher following my lead by eating out Leticia, I called out, "Hey man, let's switch!" Asher picked his head up, his jaw and cheeks glistening with girlcum. His shit-eating grin was back and he nodded. "Way cool." The girls didn't seem to mind as we guys crisscrossed the room, stripping off the rest of our clothes and pulling out condoms from our pockets along the way. And Leticia simply opened up both her arms and legs to me as I knelt on the mattress over her, slid her neon yellow string aside, and guided my rock hard prick into her hot, tight, wet pussy. "NOW you've bagged me," I said quietly once I was fully imbedded. Leticia grinned and pulled me down to her lips for a kiss. And then we were off to the races. Asher and I pounded each of our girls until they each screamed out their orgasms. Not thirty seconds later, Leticia complained that she'd wanted to get fucked on her OWN bed. I laughed, realizing that the girls had never gotten to switch back, so digging my hands under Leticia's ass I hoisted her up and carried her across the room, never letting our loins get disengaged. Asher did the same, and once he and Larissa were out of the way, Leticia and I dropped onto her bed and I drilled her up to a fresh orgasm. Then, the girls decided they wanted to switch again, pushing us off them and darting across the room while Asher complained, "Didn't you JUST want to do this on your OWN bed?" Larissa shrugged as she came to me, pushing me onto my back. She straddled my hips as she pulled my cock upright, and then sat down, stuffing herself full of American cock and grinning happily to feel it. And she rode me athletically, once again back on her *sister's* bed. "Turn around," I told her after another couple of minutes, and then showed her what I wanted by twisting her hips in my hands. Larissa quickly got the idea as she spun around into a reverse cowgirl position. And after she bent forward and planted her hands on the mattress by my knees, she wriggled her hips side-to-side while calling back over her shoulder, "You really like my ass, que não?" "I love it," I replied, grunting as I thrust up and into her. "Would you like to put your *caralho* inside?" The extra surge of power in my next thrust was all the answer she needed. Larissa laughed and then dismounted me. She opened Leticia's nightstand drawer, rummaging around for a moment before barking something I didn't catch in Portuguese. Leticia barked back, and Larissa nodded before closing the drawer and opening the cabinet door beneath, and from there she retrieved a clear bottle of lube. "How do you want me?" she asked playfully, waggling the bottle. "The same. On top facing that way," I replied, gesturing with my hands to make sure she understood. Giggling, Larissa stuck her tongue out at me and waggled her head. "Always like to stare at my *bumbum*, bobo?" "*Sim*." She laughed some more, and then poured out a healthy amount of lube into her right hand and began coating my condom-covered cock with it. Once finished, she reached behind herself and winced as she evidently shoved a few lubricated fingers into her own ass. But then suddenly the bottle was on top of the nightstand and Larissa was resuming her reverse cowgirl position, this time with her hand aiming my erection at her dusky rosebud star. "Ohhh..." Larissa moaned as she sank her ass down onto me. "Sooo BEEG... Você é foda!" "Larissa?" her sister called, adding rapid-fire Portuguese I didn't understand, although I thought I heard the words "bunda" and "bobo" thrown in there. "Nn-hnn..." Larissa replied with a head nod, shifting her weight back to take more of me inside her bunghole while also stretching her arms forward and hanging her head down to concentrate. "Fuck. Me!" I exclaimed rapturously just watching the view. It was incredible to see Larissa' perfect butt cheeks spread wide by my thick cock penetrating her very center, my blood-engorged prick looking as dark as her tan skin and both only serving to highlight the brightness of her lime green G-string running alongside my dick. And topping that off, well...you know what I said about mental stimulation adding so much more than mere sight. And it was about to get even better. Leticia, completely naked save for her sneakers and neon yellow G-string, appeared beside us just then, with Asher hanging back and still seated on the other bed. She watched her sister begin to undulate atop me, pushing my dick up and down her anal chute just a couple of inches at a time. "It's soooo gooood..." Larissa crooned, turning to look at Leticia before closing her eyes and canting her head to the side. Leticia reached out and caressed her sister's cheek. And then to my complete and utter surprise, she leaned forward and planted a very wet open-mouthed kiss on Larissa's lips. Larissa moaned into the lip lock, sitting up straighter and really flowing back into the kiss. Her arm came up around Leticia's head, pulling her twin sister closer as she also fucked her ass on me harder. Moments later, Leticia moved forward to kneel on the bed alongside us. And with a few more tugs, Larissa pulled her sister around until Leticia was face-to-face with her, also straddling my legs as the two sisters continued to make out. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 02 "Asher, vinde a mim," Leticia ordered once the twins finally had to break for air. "Come to me." He complied obediently. "Fuck my pussy," Leticia commanded, sliding her knees back until she was nearly off the foot of the bed and bending forward so that she was in a doggy-style position. Aiming his dick, Asher complied once more. Groaning as she felt herself filled up, Leticia's eyes were only for her sister as she rocked forward with Asher's first thrust. Turning her head, she took one of Larissa's swollen nipples into her mouth, suckling at it like a baby before kissing her way down her sister's tummy and down to where my dick was still sliding in and out of her twin's backdoor. "*Tão bonita*," she breathed, and then leaned forward to lick her sister's slit. "Oww, ohhhh..." Larissa moaned. It was the most erotic moment of my life. The four of us pulsed together on that little bed, rocking back and forth like a single, conjoined organism. Every push from Asher's end thrust Leticia deeper into Larissa's crotch. Every thrust from my end up Larissa's rear end sent the ripples back the other way. We bucked and groaned and thrust and moaned and after deep-throating blowjobs, missionary pounding, and cowgirl riding both Asher and I were about to blow. The twins got there first. Larissa threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy, her back muscles turning to jello as she literally fell back on my chest and began spasming erratically. I held onto her body, quite conscious that I had her tits in my palms as her ass clenched and vibrated around my prick like one of those massage chairs you get at Brookstone. Leticia followed after, wriggling her face in Larissa's crotch until she too went over the top, picking her head up and screaming her release while Asher pounded into her faster and faster. And just when Asher started grunting that he was about to cum, Leticia spun around and pulled herself off of Asher's prick, pointing and barking, "In her! In her!" Brain spinning and crazy with the urge to ejaculate, Asher didn't question his orders. The guy clambered onto the bed and aimed himself at Larissa' open pussy, open because her twin sister was holding her labia apart with her own hands. I felt the unexpected sensation of another man's dick being shoved into the same body as the one I was currently imbedded in. And even though our two pricks were separated by a thin membrane, the sudden increase in pressure was more than enough to bring me off as well. "Agh, cumming!" I grunted, feeling my balls tighten up and about to burst. "FUUUUUCK!" Larissa screamed in a new climax, her body suddenly filled by twice the man meat. "Ungh!" Asher groaned as he rabbit-fucked Larissa for about three seconds and then held himself at full-depth, unloading his, uh, load, inside her. And then all I cared about was the sensation of cumming, my eyes rolling up into my head as I felt the weight of two slumping bodies pressing down on my chest. There were firm titties in my hands, hard nipples denting my palms, and an oh-so-wonderfully-tight asshole clenching around my cock as it fountained wave after wave after wave of jism deep inside. Fucking *A* that was awesome. I lost track of time for a moment, because the next thing I remembered both Asher and Larissa were off my body. When I looked down, Leticia was ripping the used condom off my prick and then slurping me into her mouth, tasting the semen that had coated my shaft and sucking powerfully to keep me from going down. "You must stay hard for me, bobo," she commanded, her dark eyes aflame. "Because you violated my sister's most sacred *bumbum*, and you have to do same to me." Gawd I love my life. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 03 **** CHAPTER 3 **** Asher and I left the twins mostly naked and unconscious, although we were gentlemen enough to put them in bed and cover them with blankets. We then left the bedroom and collected our gold medals to wide-eyed looks from the four Brazilian volleyballers who had been listening to every scream and orgasmic shriek within. One of the girls was bold enough to curl a finger in invitation for me to go into HER bedroom, but my teammate and I were rather wiped out at the moment. Training for the Olympics? No problem. Screwing Brazilian twins in all their orifices until they passed out from pleasure overload? Much harder. I was hungry again, and I honestly needed a nap. Unlike some athletes, who go home soon after their events, I had nowhere to be and I was scheduled to stick around through the Closing Ceremonies. And we weren't even halfway through these 17 Days of Glory. "Pace yourself, man," Asher advised with all the accumulated wisdom a 19-year-old athlete could muster. I nodded, and then we headed back to our own rooms. Plenty of time left. **** After snacking, napping, and eating lunch with some friends, I found myself with a wide open afternoon. It seemed as good a time as any to take advantage of our Athlete access into other Olympic events, and I met up with my roommate Tyler to cruise around. We took in a beach volleyball game, always fun to watch smokin' hot girls diving around the sand wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. We both had hooked up with beach volleyball girls a time or two, although not with any of the competitors we were currently watching. We watched a few gymnastics events, making rude comments to each other about how such and such girl would probably be amazing in the sack due to her ability to put her legs behind her head. I whistled in amazement when Tyler pointed out a sweet-looking blonde Aussie doing the uneven bars. Last night while I was in bed with Anneke and Marika, he hadn't come home because he was busy cumming between her spread thighs, doing exactly the legs-behind-the-head move I had just mentioned. "How the hell did you get her to put out the night before her event?" I wondered. Tyler grinned. "She's just here for the ride. No chance at a medal. Might as well enjoy herself these next couple of weeks." "Sooo just like you?" "Fuck you, man." Tyler shoved me in the arm while I laughed, then gave me a resigned shrug. He was finished with his events, and going home without any hardware. After that, we got some dinner and flirted with a couple of South African badminton chicks, but we didn't seem to really connect until they found out I'd won a Gold Medal, and then all of a sudden they wanted to go home with me. For some reason, that reason now turned me off. I mean, I LIKED getting laid, and knew that the golden disk would be the ultimate aphrodisiac for the next week or so. But I figured I could actually afford to be picky at this stage of the game. Sure, the South African badminton chicks were sure things at this point, but was it so much to ask for them to show a real interest in me BEFORE knowing I'd won Gold? And besides, they'd made it clear that they both wanted to go home with ME, not with me AND Tyler, and I just wasn't in the mood to abandon my friend and roommate. So I turned them down and Tyler and I made plans to catch the USA Basketball game against some African cannon fodder team. But as we were heading out of the restaurant, we ran into two more guys from the swim team, our apartment mates in the Village. "Hey, a bunch of us are hitting up this club downtown. Wanna come with?" Preston suggested. "We were actually going to watch the b-ball game. It's our best chance to watch Kobe, LeBron, and all the rest up close and personal," Tyler replied. "Besides, we've been to some of the sponsors parties this past week already." Jacob shook his head and then wrapped an arm around Tyler's broad shoulders. "This ain't no sponsors party. You WANT to come to this club tonight. It's *choice*. TRUST me." Jacob put an extra wiggle into his eyebrows for emphasis. Tyler winced. "I'm not even 21." "Legal drinking age in Great Britain is 18, didn't you know that?" Preston scoffed. "Or what, you can't drink because you're training for the *Rio* Olympics?" Tyler glanced at me. "What do you think?" I shrugged. "I'm game. It's not like we can't go see the Lakers and Heat when we go home. And there's lots more Team USA to come, unless you think they won't make it out of qualifying." "No chance. And while YOU can probably get laid any second you want, I'VE probably got a better chance at this club." "A thousand percent," Jacob promised. I nodded. "Let's roll." Preston held up a hand. "First, we gotta go to our rooms to change." "Change?" I arched an eyebrow. Jacob grinned. "You'll see." **** You remember what I said about all these hot female Olympians looking at me differently once they noticed the Gold Medal around my neck? Well, pretty much any NON-Olympian hot females looked that same way at any male once they realized he was an Olympian, period, whether he had a medal or not. And since this downtown club Preston and Jacob took us to was full of hot female NON-Olympians, and since the guys had made us all change into our Opening Ceremony uniforms... well... let's just say the four of us were pretty popular. And then Preston reached into my Ralph Lauren Team USA jacket and hauled out my Gold Medal for the girls to gawk at. Yeah, getting laid wasn't going to be a problem. Choosing which one (or more) to go home with? THAT was going to be a little more difficult. One problem: All these club-hoppers just wanted to bang me for my Gold Medal. And as I'd already learned from the South African badminton chicks, that reason just... well... it didn't turn me on. Blonde, brunette, redhead... Big-boobed, small-boobed, medium-boobed... White, black, Asian, Latina... I had my pick. I could probably be greedy and pick more than one. It was a nice club; really, it was probably the nicest club I'd ever been in. It was a high-class joint without feeling stuffy, and the eye candy was some of the best I'd ever seen. And yet, I felt like I was stuck at a Hometown Buffett – I had all the selection you could ask for, and it all LOOKED appetizing, but I instinctively *knew* that at the end of the night, I wouldn't really be all that satisfied. Thankfully, I was saved by the arrival of a couple of rock stars. Not that they were actually rock stars – these guys were BIGGER than rock stars. Seriously, the boys of One Direction could probably walk into the club and receive less attention. Think my gold medal was an attraction? These guys literally blew me out of the water. You know who they are: two American swimmers, both multiple Gold Medalists from the previous games, multiple Gold Medal winners at THESE games as well. These guys didn't need uniforms to tell anybody they were Olympians; every human being within a hundred mile radius would recognize them on the street. In two weeks, the world would go back to paying more attention to movie stars, musicians, and Kobe and LeBron. But for now, NOBODY in the world was more famous than these two. And the club went NUTS. You've heard about Moses and the parting of the Red Sea? This was the exact OPPOSITE. Every human being with a pair of boobs - and more than a couple of guys - suddenly interposed themselves between me and the newcomers. Slowly – *very* slowly – they made their way across the club, waving off invitations to autograph somebody's breasts or someone else's forehead. They got a lot of well-wishes and back slaps and a butt-pinch or two, but eventually the pair rendezvoused with us, the other (now ignored) American swimmers in the room. We exchanged greetings, handshakes and fist-bumps and the like. Mr. Incredible himself congratulated me on my own success and Tyler wondered aloud what they hell the pair was doing here when there was still a relay to be swum tomorrow. But they waved off Tyler's worries and turned to face their adoring crowd. I figured it was a good time to make my escape. Quietly, I slipped away toward the back of the club. Tyler saw me go and gave me a questioning look. I waved for him to stick around. Even if the superstar pair decided to take half of the wannabe groupies home with them, there would still be plenty of leftovers for him. But I was done with that whole scene for the evening and felt like my eardrums could use a break from the deafening roar of adoring fans that drowned out any music the DJ could attempt to put out. Fortunately for me, there was a bar at the back of the club. With most of the attention center stage, I caught a bartender easily and ordered a 007. Hey, I was in London, after all. "The same for me," a female voice added with just a hint of an accent. I turned to look and popped my eyebrows in recognition. You probably would too. Female tennis player. Blonde. Last name ends in "-ova". I realize that only narrows it down to about twenty women, but you get the picture. I won't mention her by real name, but for now, let's call her... Karolina. Yeah, she looks a little like a Karolina. She smiled politely and jerked a thumb back at my swimming teammates. "What's wrong? Can't handle the competition?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Not a matter of not being able to handle it. Just not interested is all." "Not interested?" Karolina frowned before giving me a sly grin. "You prefer the company of men?" I barked a laugh and shook my head. "No, no. Not gay. Just... not interested. Little too loud over there. Flirtation a little too impersonal. It's quieter over here. Better chance of meeting somebody who doesn't want to get into my pants just because of my hardware." "Hardware?" she asked curiously. I shook my head. "Nevermind." While I recognized the world-famous tennis player, I was pretty sure she didn't recognize me. Swimming is a pretty obscure sport for facial recognition without the cap and goggles, and I'd run into more than a few Olympians who didn't know I was even a swimmer, let alone that I'd won an event. At first, Karolina looked like she was going to press me about my "hardware", but the bartender returned with two 007 martinis, setting down one each in front of us. I fished out my credit card and handed it over, saying, "The lady's drink is on me." "That's not necessary." I shrugged. "It's the gentlemanly thing to do." "Depends on the gentleman's intentions. Usually, a man buys a drink for a woman to put her in a position of feeling... obligated." I laughed and shook my head. "No obligations. Call it professional courtesy for a fellow Olympian." She sighed. "Not any longer. I lost my match today." "I'm sorry." "Don't be," she replied while staring down at her drink, stirring it gently. "While it would be nice to bring home an Olympic medal for my country, this isn't the most important tournament for me. Wimbledon felt like only yesterday, and the US Open is coming soon." "Perhaps, but for now and forever you will always BE an Olympian. Hence, the courtesy." I gestured again at her drink. "Well in that case, I thank you." She held up her glass. "Cheers." I clinked drinks with her and we each took a sip. That started off a very pleasant thirty minutes or so while we quite deliberately talked about everything BUT our chosen professions. I was sure Karolina had heard every polite question that could be asked about tennis, and I was equally sure she had no clue what sport I was in, only knowing I was an Olympian by the Team USA uniform the guys had gotten me to wear. Instead, we talked about the weather, the venues, and the other events we'd gotten to see. I was quite candid in admitting I'd checked out beach volleyball and gymnastics primarily to ogle the girls. Karolina pretended to be peeved that I hadn't included women's tennis on that list, and I flirtatiously told her that it had been on my to-do list, but lost interest after finding out she was no longer in the competition. It was easy to talk to her. Having grown up in Florida tennis academies since childhood, her English was almost perfect. I didn't have to worry about American slang going over her head or choosing my words carefully to avoid uncommon vocabulary. One round of drinks led to a second: mojitos at the lady's request. The second round led to a third: some fuzzy peach concoction that earned me an amused comment about whether or not my manhood could handle consuming such a fruity drink. "What, like my buddies are around to give me crap about it? Even if they were, I'm sitting here with a woman as gorgeous as YOU. Trump Card. Done." She blushed and giggled, loosening up more and more with each passing drink. Eventually, though, Karolina then swiveled her barstool around so that she could face me, kicking one of her super-long legs over one knee and leaning an elbow on the counter. She gave me a funny look, and then flashed me a perfect smile before taking one more sip and asking finally, "So tell me, how DOES it feel to be an Olympic Champion, especially in swimming?" I gagged halfway through my next sip, choking for a moment and then thumping my own chest a couple of times to clear my airway. Upon catching my breath, I looked back at her with slightly bugged-out eyes, replying, "You knew I was a swimmer?" She gestured over to Mr. Incredible and his eternal rival. "Obviously. But even before your friends arrived, I knew. You all have that... delicious... swimmer's physique." I coughed, more from the compliment about my physique than any residue from the drink. "Uh, never sure I've heard it referred to as 'delicious'." She sighed dreamily, "But it is true." "Okay, so you recognized that I'm a swimmer. But how did you know I'd won anything?" "You mean BESIDES the comment about your hardware? BESIDES that moment an hour ago when your friend reached into your jacket and pulled the medal out?" I coughed again, "Oh... yeah... that." She giggled mirthfully, her enjoyment carrying up into her blue eyes. "Actually, I was at the Aquatics Centre that day. I WATCHED your event. Victory by 0.12 seconds, was it not?" "You SAW me?" She nodded. "I also seem to remember a rather attractive German girl who was draped all over you that day." I coughed once more. "Oh, yeah." Karolina didn't ask a question, but merely gave me an inquisitive look. I shrugged. "Anneke and I are just friends. Nothing more." "Of course." "She has a boyfriend." "I'm sure." Karolina smiled and then turned back to her drink, stirring it a moment before glancing back at me once more with a new smile. "Of course, what happens in the Athlete's Village, STAYS in the Athlete's Village." My blush was answer enough. "Speaking of which," Karolina began, sliding her latest drink away and gathering up her purse. "I think it is time you told me your room number." My jaw dropped an inch. "Uh... pardon?" Karolina fixed me with a devastatingly intense gaze – I believe the term is 'Blue Steel'. With a predatory smile, she explained, "They say MAGIC happens in the Athlete's Village. But you see, I have been staying at an off-site hotel, so I have no Athlete's Village room to go to." "Uh-huh." I was a little slow on the uptake. "If you were to fuck me in MY room, I would not have the same guarantees for privacy. Paparazzi and all that hanging about my hotel, not to mention my coach and various other people who wouldn't approve of what we're about to do. Also, you should know that we cannot walk out of this club together." "I see..." "So... room number please? And then I will see you in half an hour." **** It was actually more than thirty minutes, and as the clock ticked on, I found myself getting more and more nervous. I'd given Karolina my room number, true, but we hadn't exchanged phone numbers and I really had no way of knowing whether or not she'd really show up. Tyler and I shared a two room apartment with two other guys from the swim team, Garrett and Daryl. All of them were still at the club with the others, and I'd let Tyler know before I left that I was expecting company tonight and didn't want to be disturbed. Only Olympians and their official support staff were allowed into the Athlete's Village, so my teammates wouldn't be able to bring their townie hookups back here. And with the entire apartment to myself for the evening, I found myself puttering around trying to tidy up and make sure everything looked presentable. (Why? This is a hookup, nothing more. What, like you think she's going to come all this way and then reject you if the apartment isn't totally clean?) But I cleaned up anyway. Perhaps I was just keeping myself occupied rather than feel even more nervous. Perhaps I felt some need to impress Karolina, or at the very least felt increased self-interest in putting my best foot forward. (But why? What's so special about this one?) I LIKE her. (You're star struck. This is your first time with someone REALLY famous taking an interest in you.) Yeah, so? (Fiiine. Clean up if it'll make you feel better.) But then it was too late. There was a knock at the door, and I dropped what I was doing to hustle over and answer it. She was only six minutes late. "Hi..." Karolina greeted me warmly as she stood outside my door, one hip jutted out to the side with a hand resting on it. You're going to think this is crazy, but only now did I notice the dress she was wearing. The club had been rather dimly lit and I'd been distracted by the awe of recognizing a quasi-celebrity to really scrutinize her outfit before. But now I noticed it, a quintessential LBD (little black dress) that hugged her athletic torso and was cut exceptionally short to show off her long, slender legs. "Hey. Glad you made it," I replied with obvious relief. Backing into the living room, I gestured her inside and pointed toward the table where I'd set out what alcohol we kept in the room. There was rum, vodka, and soda for mixers, and an unopened bottle of champagne we'd been reserving for the end of the swim meet (but which I'd be perfectly willing to open for such an occasion as this). "Feel like a nightcap?" Karolina stepped in, and I noticed that even though I was well above six feet, in her heels she was nearly as tall as me. She took one look at the alcohol on the table before shaking her head and coming to a stop right in front of me. Her face was only inches away, and she practically looked me straight in the eyes. With a mysterious smile, she reached out her right hand and pushed on the door, letting it swing shut. And then raising that right hand up to my face, she traced my jaw, got a firm grip on the back of my head, and then pulled me to her while shoving her tongue down my throat. Oh, HELL YEAH. My cock had been completely flaccid with nervousness as I'd puttered around the apartment cleaning up. But Karolina attacked me with such passion and vigor that she had me from six to midnight in about two seconds flat, making an obvious lump beneath my baggy boxers and white Ralph Lauren pants before trying to crawl up and above my belt. Still holding my head with her right hand, she pressed against my chest with her left hand, pushing me backward until I felt myself slammed up against the wall. And then holding her hand on my chest, she backed away and gave me a sultry grin before glancing down at my bulge and commenting, "I'll bet you have a really big cock, don't you?" I chuckled. "One way to find out." She nodded as if that was what she'd been planning all along, and reached down to unbutton my navy blue jacket before digging into my belt, opening that up and then going to work on my slacks. She then dropped to her knees, bringing my pants and shorts with her, and she actually had to dodge her head as my erection swung upward, coming mere centimeters from hitting her in the face. No matter, she made contact with it quickly enough, using both hands to clamp down on my firm, sculpted butt cheeks while gaping her mouth open to suck my cock inside without any additional assistance. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 03 I groaned rapturously, staring downward and unable to take my eyes off the sight of Karolina as she worked her lips down the length of my shaft. As great as the mental stimulation had been of watching Larissa deep-throat me moments after Leticia had done the same, the Brazilian twins had NOTHING on the mental high of knowing that fucking tennis starlet *Karolina* was now polishing my knob. I watched her bob her head back and forth, bouncing my spongy head against her throat with an audible gagging noise. And I moaned to hear HER moaning in obvious heat as she more or less slobbered all over my meat. "Fuck yeah," she finally breathed after pulling off my dick. "I just KNEW you would taste yummy." "Haven't *tasted* me yet," I grunted. She grinned. "Later. I wanna feel this monster in my cunt, first." "Your wish is my command, my lady." "Indeed?" she replied with an arched eyebrow. "Well then, I wish for you to show me to your bedroom, remove my dress with your teeth, and then stick that weapon into my body and keep shoving it into me over and over again while I scream in orgasmic ecstasy." I smiled and nodded. "As you wish." **** I woke up when a sunbeam pierced its way through a gap in the drapes and settled on the right side of my face. When I cracked an eye open, sunlight raced in and seared half of my cornea, and I instinctively winced and rolled away from it. Doing so caused the rest of me to tighten up, which included the left arm I had wrapped around the nubile, naked body of a certain Eastern European tennis starlet. Having woken up alone yesterday morning (was it really only yesterday?), I was somewhat surprised to find Karolina still here; but I certainly wasn't complaining. She moaned as the sudden tightness of my grasp woke her up, but a moment later, she snuggled backwards, nudging herself deeper into my arms. I paused for a moment to kiss the back of her head, surprising myself with the gentle touch after the raw, wild violence of our lovemaking the night before. Some girls I'd been with were passive lovers, valuing intimacy and tenderness while making love. Some girls were energetic, romping with playful abandon while we athletically shagged each other silly. And then there was someone like Karolina, who certainly looked the part of a lady in her prim white dresses on Centre Court at Wimbledon or in those commercials she shot for designer watch companies, but then became an absolute FREAK in the bedroom. She'd taken charge in the beginning, directing me as I indeed removed her LBD with my teeth and then held my head as I nibbled my way back up her legs and then feasted on her pretty pussy. She'd given me the commands to climb up on her without a condom, telling me she was on the pill and wanted to feel my manhood raw. And then she'd barked at me to fuck her harder and harder while she hooked her long legs over my shoulders and screamed her climaxes in my ear. But then her orders woke up some primal part of me, as her repeated commands to hammer her harder or take her more violently coupled with an almost subconscious resentment at being bossed around, both of which fed a rather egotistical urge to tell her 'Fuck you, bitch. *I'm* in charge around here.' She screamed louder than ever when I flipped her over and spanked her ass. She moaned and climaxed when I pulled both her hands down to her lower back and then pinned them in place while I savagely fucked myself into her from behind, shoving her face into my bedsheets all the while. She stopped giving me specific orders after that, commanding only "Take me! Take me!", and I certainly started to do just that. Karolina's eyes glittered when I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and then crammed my dick into her mouth until she started gagging again. She had no choice but to swallow as I held her head in my hands and prevented her from breathing while I nutted my load down her throat. There were tears streaming down her cheeks as I fucked her face, causing her to continue gagging noisily until my cock hardened again. But she was nothing but smiles when I pulled out and slid down her body to bite her nipples and shove a couple of fingers into her cunt. Karolina cooed when I trapped her arms above her head, found her LBD and then twisted the dress up into makeshift handcuffs that were looped around one of the bedposts. She growled at me like a trapped animal as I yanked her body into a straight line and then rolled her onto one side, lifted a leg, and then shoved myself into her tight snatch. The 90-degree angle gave me incredible depth and had my cockhead bouncing off of her cervix, and she howled at what had to be a painful sensation. But she was also creaming non-stop and the position allowed me to alternate fondling her nipples and strumming her clit while I continued to ravage her body. It was during this fuck that she began twisting and bucking like she was trying to throw me off her, only I knew she actually wasn't because the few times she actually dislodged my cock she simply settled down and spread her legs until I could shove myself back into her. I had to keep both hands on her body to keep her still, and after a few minutes I figured out I could do that by keeping my right hand busy frigging her clit while shoving the middle finger of my left hand into her ass. Well THAT certainly set her off. She bucked and howled twice as hard as before, screaming at me to shove more and more fingers into her ass. I spat on my own hand and added my index and eventually ring finger up her anal chute. She shrieked her pretty little head off when that third finger popped into her, and when she came down from her high she rolled onto her belly, slipped her hands free of the LBD-cuffs and reached back to spread her own cheeks. I didn't need any further invitation, but she gave me one anyway. "Fuck my ass," she barked. "Fuck my fucking slutty asshole!" Pulling my dick out of her cunt, I shoved three fingers from my right hand into it and coated my digits in as much orgasmic nectar as I could. Then I swiftly replaced my three LEFT fingers in her ass with my newly-moistened three RIGHT fingers, shaking my head in amusement at the way her lewdly-gaping anus stayed open in-between. I yanked those three fingers around a bit, stretching her out as best I could since we wouldn't have artificial lube. But she wriggled around and whined without words to let me know she was getting impatient, so without further ado, I pulled my fingers out, centered my dickhead, and *LUNGED*. "FUUUUUUUCK!" Karolina screamed as I skewered her. And she didn't stop screaming for another ten minutes or so. She lay limply beneath me, unresisting as I pounded her asshole from above. She bunched the bedspread up in her fingers, and her toes alternately pointed and flexed as she absorbed the sensations I was sending into her brain. My own brain was a whirlwind of feelings. I was getting off on the mental power trip of sodomizing the world-famous athlete. I was groaning in ecstasy at the tactile sensations of such a hot, tight canal gripping my cock as it drilled in and out of her anal cavity. And the aural aria of ecstasy emitting from Karolina's lips only fueled my enthusiasm, giving me the strength to fuck her over and over and over again, straining my world-class core muscles to the limit as I gave her the absolute oil-derrick POUNDING of her life. She screamed and passed out when my first jets of cum spurted into her rectal depths, though I didn't notice it at the time. I certainly felt the way her body jerked at the first splashdown of semen within her anal cavity, and the orgasmic spasms of her butt muscles milked out the rest of my sperm while I did my very best to fill her up. It was only when I was done spunking her and collapsed flat onto her back that I noticed she was practically snoring. And I chuckled to see the utterly blissful expression of satisfaction on her sleeping face. It took a couple of minutes, but I eventually found enough strength to roll off of her. I panted at the ceiling for another couple of minutes, and then sat up to rather gently trail my fingertips down the exquisitely beautiful curves of her naked backside, from shoulders down to her supremely toned calves. Another minute later, I turned and scooped up her naked body into my arms, carrying her as if she were my wife and we were crossing the threshold, though tonight I was actually taking her to the bathroom and into the shower. I had to sit on the toilet with Karolina sideways in my lap to free one hand to turn on the shower. She woke up a few moments later, then turned and looked at me with bleary eyes. I smiled back at her, feeling quite proud of my sexual performance this evening, and I found that smile mirrored back for a few seconds before she leaned in and gave me a firm, open-mouthed kiss with both her arms tightening around my neck. We necked like that for several minutes, just enjoying the simple pleasure of a kiss without the urge for coital intercourse. I sighed happily, feeling... content... for the first time in a long while. I'd almost forgotten I was an Olympic athlete, and she a famous tennis star I'd only met just hours ago. For a while, just kissing each other, we were simply boy and girl, enjoying the innocent joy of being together. But eventually all that circumstance came back to us, and I started to feel my own cum leaking out of her ass and onto my leg. Karolina pulled away and glanced at the shower which had been filling the small bathroom with steam, and she dismounted me to step inside, never letting go of my hand so that she could pull me in after her. We kissed some more while cleaning each other up, and then spent a long time just gazing into each other's eyes as the shower's spray cascaded down all around us. Eventually, we figured out that we were pruning, and stepped out to dry off. I wondered if she would get dressed and leave me now, but she was the one to pull me naked into bed, tucking us underneath the comforter that was somewhat stained from our lovemaking fluids so we could settle onto perfectly clean sheets. And then pulling my left arm around her naked body, she pillowed herself on my bicep and quietly fell into exhausted sleep. I stayed awake for a long few minutes, just staring at the back of her head while trying to sort out the emotions flooding my brain. I couldn't be falling in love, could I? Not with a girl I'd just met, not with someone this beautiful and this famous. She'd lost her Olympic match today and was in that bar by herself looking for a hookup. I was probably just another one in a string of one-night stands, and she'd be gone in the morning without a backwards glance. I didn't like this train of thought, but I believed there was more than a grain of truth in them. But I reassured myself that whatever may come in the morning, I had gotten to share this one night with her. And if you'd asked me a year ago that one day, I'd be a Gold Medal winner who got to have celebratory sex with famous tennis starlet *Karolina*, I'd have told you that you were out of your freaking MIND, but that if it DID come true, it would probably be the happiest day of my life. And it was. That would have to be good enough. So I'd fallen asleep, cherishing these moments that I got to hold her in my arms. And now I'd awoken, still getting to feel her snuggled into my embrace. I kissed the back of her head with a gentleness that surprised me a little, and a moment later she turned and opened those gorgeous blue eyes to look back at me with a decidedly pleased expression. Turning in my arms, she pushed until I found myself flat on my back with her naked body draped atop me. And after studying my face intently for a minute or so, she grinned and said sweetly, "Good morning." I replied, "Good morning to you, too." She bent and kissed me, a soft peck that began turning into something more. My lips parted at her tongue's insistence, and soon her head turned to get a better angle for deeper kissing. I felt my heartbeat speed up as the passion inside us both increased, and the next thing I knew, she'd slid herself entirely atop me and then backed up until she'd parked her already-moistened pussy astride my morning wood. Karolina pulled away from my lips just then, closing her eyes and sighing blissfully as she rubbed herself along my length. And then opening her eyelids once more to show me those bright blue irises, she gave me a goofy smile and mock complained, "You came in my mouth last night, and also my ass. But I never got to feel you shooting deep inside my pussy." "I'm sorry, my lady," I replied with deeply contrite tones. "No need to apologize," she replied brightly, as she reached down with one hand to notch my cock at a higher angle and then backed herself up more, sinking the first couple of inches into her twat. "Just make it up to me." So I did. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 04 **** CHAPTER 4 **** I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Karolina's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. The gorgeous and famous celebrity athlete I'd only met just last night clutched at me with all four limbs, holding me tightly as if she never, ever wanted to let me go. She crooned her own climax into my ear and our bodies thrashed violently together until our energy ran out and we collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied. I moaned as I set my forehead down on the mattress over her left shoulder. The rest of my weight sagged onto her chest, but she didn't complain. Indeed, she seemed to hold me even tighter. And the pair of us remained in that position for what felt like a long, long time, neither of us wanting to be the first to let go. I *felt* something with her, but my cynical brain scoffed at the idea of love at first sight. Eagerness-to-do-it-again-after-spectacular-ejaculation more like it, and yet I felt a... sadness... I hadn't felt with almost anyone before. It was a strange juxtaposition to feel this sad so soon after such a spectacular fuck, but I quickly realized I felt this way because I knew our time was up. That, in and of itself, was weird. After all, I'd been quite fond of Anneke, and yet waking up all alone in the morning with nothing but a good-bye note hadn't bothered me in the slightest. I'd gone downstairs and hooked up with the Brazilian twins almost right away. So for me to be sad about parting from Karolina? Well, that meant that sometime in the space of a few hours I'd developed like... *feelings*... for her. Feelings? Really? What, like this world-famous tennis star and I were about to become boyfriend/girlfriend? Wake up and smell the bagels and lox, dude. She went to a nice club looking to get laid, and she did. Now the morning is here, and you'll just be another footnote in her history. But if I meant so little to her, why was she still holding onto me? Could it mean...? Nah, I didn't dare to hope. But that didn't mean I was letting go, either. Eventually, my cock shriveled up and slipped out of her now-worn pussy. Eventually, I picked my face up off the sheets, daring to look her in the eyes. I saw the same uncertainty I felt reflected in her gaze, and I finally worked up the gumption to ask her if she could see us meeting up again. But before I could open my mouth, she spoke first. "That was really nice," she murmured, still staring deep into my eyes. "It was," I replied lamely, not able to think of anything better to say. She studied me for another moment, and only then seemed to realize just how heavy I was. I saw her struggle for her next breath and instinctively raised myself up and off her. Her hands guided me into a roll, and I wound up lying on my hip beside her naked body, and with a sigh she turned her face away from me. (That's it, dude. Game over for you.) She seemed to confirm my thoughts as she took a deep breath and then rolled out of my bed. Her hands first went to the tissue box on my nightstand, grabbing a couple of Kleenex to blot up the mess leaking out between her legs. She then glanced around for her purse and clothes, collecting them silently before sitting on the bed nonchalantly and pulling on her panties in a comfortable but plainly efficient manner. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked, my voice cracking. I immediately blushed in embarrassment for sounding like a pre-teen dweeb. She turned her head to me and flashed a smile at my voice. But there was a sadness in her eyes as she shrugged and shook her head. "Probably not." My heart fell with a thud somewhere around my spleen. "Oh." She shrugged. "Hey, I had a good time last night... and this morning. Didn't you?" I nodded firmly. "I did." "Then enjoy it for what it was, a great time. Isn't that what this Olympic experience is all about?" "Well..." I hedged. "I DID come here with specific *swimming* goals in mind." "And you achieved them. Now it's your time to celebrate. I know what it's like to train so hard for an event like this. It's a lonely road, working from 6am to 9pm every day it feels like. There's no time to go out and meet people, to just socialize for fun. But you've won now, the next tournament... excuse me... swim meet won't be until... when?" "A long time," I replied, having forgotten myself. By now, Karolina had on both bra and panties, and she was shrugging into her wrinkled little black dress. Her makeup was a mess, as was her hair, and with the cocktail outfit there would be no question what she'd been up to the previous night. But she looked like embarrassment was the last thing on her mind. After she slipped her arms through the shoulder loops, she turned to me and then patted my knee. "The pressure is off. There are THOUSANDS of horny young athletes out there looking to celebrate just as much as you. Don't tell me you haven't noticed." I blushed. "Uh, well." "When are you leaving the Village?" "Not until after the Closing Ceremonies." "Perfect. Then you've got a whole week of partying to do." "I guess." "You *guess*? You heard about Mr. Incredible four years ago, right? He paraded himself down the middle of the Athlete's Village wearing absolutely nothing but his eight gold medals, his arms spread wide as he shouted out loud, 'Who wants a piece of history?'" "He had a lot of takers," I said with a chuckle, having heard the stories. "That he did. Now you're not him, and you don't have eight of those suckers, but one is certainly good enough, and I really think you should enjoy yourself." "Really?" She gave me a wan smile. "We had fun, but let's not overcomplicate things. I'm leaving in a few hours anyway, heading home to train for the next tournament." "You're not sticking around? What about that little speech of staying in the Village and letting loose?" She shook her head while pulling on her high heels. "Life is different for me. I've got a packed schedule, and since my Olympics are done, I've got to get on the road and get into the US hard court season." I whimpered. "Can I at least get your number?" Karolina smiled, but hesitated. Her lips parted for just a moment, but she then took a deep breath and lowered her gaze to the floor. And in a quiet voice, she replied, "I don't think that's a good idea." If my heart had fallen down to my spleen before, now it dropped to... well, you don't WANT to know where it dropped to. "I see," I replied in a weighted voice. She patted my knee once more, and then leaned over and pecked my cheek. And with one final sigh she got up, clutching her purse, and then opened my bedroom door, heading straight for the bathroom off the living room. Turns out, Tyler, Preston, and Jacob were all in the living room. I would later find out that they'd hooked up with a group of London fangirls, partied until 3am, and then come home to sleep things off. Tyler had peeked into the room before figuring out I had a girl with me and then magnanimously slept on the couch rather than intrude. But this morning's romp with Karolina had woken them all up, and now that my bed partner had finally emerged, all three of them went from curious to downright SHOCKED at who had walked out my door. Karolina gave them a polite smile and a wave, saying, "Hi, guys." Then she disappeared into the bathroom to fix up her makeup, closing the door behind her. And since I closed my bedroom door and locked it, retreating to be by myself for a bit, that was the last time I saw her. **** I played it cool with the guys, play-acting as the gentleman who didn't want to tell-all about the lady. They more or less left me alone after that, although I heard Preston mumble "Holy-fucking-KaroLINA" a time or two days later. But I remained in something of a funk for the next couple of hours, going down to a café by myself to get breakfast and then leaving the Village to check out a few more sporting events (Olympic, not sexual) since I had the time. I missed her, but I told myself not to miss her, and I reminded myself of what she'd told me about celebrating and enjoying myself for the rest of my time here. Yesterday, the idea of meaningless sex with hot athletes was a real turn-on, and I tried to rediscover that mental aspect as I went out of my way to ogle the hot chicks I saw and think about what it would be like to get into their panties. On a whim, I ended up at the indoor volleyball arena, and wouldn't you know it, Brazil was playing. Front and center were Leticia and Larissa, bounding about, diving for loose balls, and elevating over and over again for blocks and strikes. The Brazilian team wore bright yellow and green uniforms that reminded me so much of the twins' color-coordinated G-strings. Their shorts were REALLY short, molding around their butt cheeks in a way that couldn't help but remind me of what it had been like to part those clefts with my blood-engorged cock. And wouldn't you know it, I ended up with an erection. I stuck around long enough to watch the Brazilians win their match and advance out of the preliminaries and into the knockout rounds. I thought about going to see the twins for a moment, maybe see if they recognized me, but instead I decided to head home and see what else the Village had to offer. I headed into a tea house close by to the Asian area, this time with my Gold Medal proudly hanging from my neck. The girl behind me in line asked what event I'd won for, and we struck up a conversation. Fifteen minutes later, I was sipping at a mug of cha while the South Korean diver I'd just met was swallowing the load of sperm I was currently spilling down her gut. She told me she couldn't fuck me, not until after the 10-meter platform competition at least. But she thanked me for my load, saying that she had a superstition that drinking the cum of a gold medalist would help her perform better at the 3-meter springboard competition she had that afternoon. After leaving her room, I went down the elevator intent on finding some new pussy and actually getting to FUCK something. But when the doors opened at the lobby, two little girls hopped in, saw the medal around my neck, and immediately latched onto my arms. Their English was shit, and they mostly babbled in Mandarin at each other. But they didn't let me get out of the elevator and after jabbing a couple of different buttons on the controls, I got the general idea that they were trying to sneak me around their extremely strict Chinese coaches. We wound up getting off on the seventh floor, these two little girls dragging me down the hallway with their intentions quite clear. I wanted to get laid, but as I looked down at their sub-5-foot frames, I started to get a little worried. I didn't really know what the age of consent was in Great Britain, but my American upbringing had instilled quite the fear of pedophilia. When we got to an apartment, I refused to go inside until both girls INSISTED they were 18-years-old, and could produce documents if necessary to prove this. One of them had her hands in my shorts, stroking me as she insisted this, so I really didn't argue too much. The upshot is that I wound up flat on my back while these two Chinese dynamos went to work on me, teaming up to fuck my brains out while they bent themselves into all sorts of positions that didn't seem humanly *possible*, let alone physically comfortable. I mean, at one point, the girl had her CHIN on the floor while she curved herself BACKWARDS into a full circle with her toes on the carpet to either side of her face. Hey, her pussy was in the right place. Thing is, word must have gotten out to their teammates, because at some point I realized there were FIVE Chinese gymnasts running around the room throwing themselves on my prick, wherever they could fit it. Think a 4'8", 80-pound girl can't take an eight-inch dick up her ass? Think again. And they kept doing some crazy clamping thing with their hands on my balls to keep me from shooting off while I fucked them, so even though we must have been in that room for nearly two hours, I actually only ejaculated twice in that whole time while barely losing my erection. What the hell was in the tea they served here? Hours later, I woke up completely alone in that apartment. The sun had already set and I'd been washed, re-dressed in my clothes, and put into the bed. I later found out that the apartment had been vacated the day prior, and the Chinese girls had simply jimmied the lock to get inside. There was also an ache in my balls that REALLY felt uncomfortable. The next day, the swimming competition wrapped up with the final Medley Relays. My ball-ache had thankfully gone away, and both the US Men's and Women's teams got together for a big celebratory party that REALLY got out of hand. Mr. Incredible and his retinue disappeared, but about 80% of the US swimmers stuck around and then got naked. The orgy was pretty incredible, and at one point I quite literally fucked the entire Women's Medley Relay Team back-to-back-to-back-to-back (or is that back-to-breast-to-fly-to-free?). It was awesome enough that the breaststroker and freestyler both invited me to find them again in the lavatory on the plane ride home. And at that point, I was only halfway through the Games. **** Over the next several days, I had more sex in more varieties than at any other period of my life. People called the Athlete's Village the world's biggest dormitory, and that seemed a fairly apt description. There were literally tens of thousands of people living all in one fenced-in area, free from cameras, fans, and even parents. The vast majority of those people were between the ages of 18 and 25, mostly single, and mostly looking for a good time. They say Olympic athletes do everything in the extreme. They train harder than anyone else on the planet, and once their competition is done, they PARTY harder than anyone else on the planet. Ordinary folks go out for a couple of beers – an Olympian goes for 20. Ordinary folks hit up a bar and look for a one-night stand – an Olympian is looking for the ULTIMATE one-night stand. Being in the Athlete's Village is most likely a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and we want to make our memories count. There's no tomorrow, there's little chance of ever coming back again. We live full speed so that we don't regret the unlived life. With each passing day, more and more athletes finished their competitions and turned their attention to partying. Those unlucky few who still had events to perform would board their shuttles to get ferried off to their respective arenas while their friends were just coming HOME after being out all night. While nobody was quite willing to blow off their event just to get laid, many of them decided, 'What the hell? I'm not gonna win a medal anyway. Might as well enjoy myself!' And if an athlete wanted to make a once-in-a-lifetime Olympic memory, why not do it with an Olympic Gold Medalist? Sure, with each new day there was a new crop of gold medalists, but we were still an exceptionally rare breed. I found myself a highly-sought after commodity, and being a tall, handsome, well-muscled swimmer was just a bonus. There was the Australian beach volleyball pair who didn't make it out of the preliminaries and kept me in their room all night as a consolation prize to themselves. There was the rhythmic gymnast from Kazakhstan who seemingly could hold onto the shower rod indefinitely while I pounded up into her from below. And there were the THREE Romanian rowers with incredibly powerful muscles who more or less fucked MY brains out. One of them was a butch lesbian, and I was under strict orders not to touch her. But she had no problem working together with me to tag-team one of her mates. Then there was Sophie, the lovely British lass competing in the equestrian events who insisted she had fallen in love with me, talked incessantly about bringing me home to Kensington to meet her parents, and stayed in my room for two nights and a day offering her body up to me in any way at my slightest whim. Tyler had already gone home, leaving me the room all to myself. And Sophie simply pushed the two beds together and brought over all her belongings, ignoring every protest from her coaches and trainers. It was LOVE. We were MEANT TO BE. Nevermind that I continually insisted that this was just an Olympic fling, nothing more. My protests were only half-hearted. After all, crazy chicks are INSANE in bed. Still, she started dragging on me by following night. I left the apartment and went hunting for fresh pussy, thinking she would take the hint when I returned home with someone else. But Sophie insisted that we were meant to be together, even when I brought home a Jamaican track star who wanted to see my pale cock sliding between her chocolate thighs. And I have to tell you that the threesome that followed was pretty incredible. But then the morning after, something clicked in Sophie's fucked-up brain, and Sophie decided she WASN'T in love with me anymore and she left with all her bags within five minutes to go out there and experience even more. Women. So it was back to the party for me. I drank, I had sex, and then I slept and did it all over again. My coach wasn't a problem, not after I walked into his room and found him banging a field hockey chick doggy-style on his couch. Nevermind that he was a married father of three and that the field hockey chick was probably the age of his eldest daughter. This was the Olympics, and what happens in the Athlete's Village, STAYS in the Athlete's Village. And then all too soon, it was time for the Closing Ceremonies. Bittersweet to end our stay here, yeah. But hey, they weren't kicking us out of the village until tomorrow. And I was told to expect one hell of an After Party. **** "Ohhhhwwwaaaaauuuugggghhhhhnnnnnnuuuuhhhh..." The French footballer (that's soccer chick in American) above me might have said something a little more comprehensible, but with her thighs clamping down around my ears, I couldn't hear very well. No matter. I knew she was having a good time, since I had to hold onto her legs to keep her from bucking off my face. And after adjusting my grip to keep her pinned down on me, I resumed wrapping my tongue around her prominent clit. Meanwhile, the Finnish pole vaulter kneeling over my lap continued bobbing her head up and down, taking my eight inches deep into her throat every so often, sucking off every drop of pussy juice the Japanese marathoner had left smeared around the base of my cock. My Village experience with sex up to this point had remained largely private, behind closed doors. Sure, there were the adventurous couples who frolicked on their balconies, most of them time (but not always) the balconies that didn't face somewhere a distance camera could catch them. But by and large, while everyone KNEW everyone was hooking up all throughout the Village, it had never been completely out in the open. Also, my varied hookups to this point had been like diplomatic encounters, a meeting between two nations for mutual benefit. Whether it was Asher and I taking turns with the Brazilian twins or even just me trapped in an abandoned apartment by those Chinese gymnasts, the sex had always been limited to two pre-existing parties. Not tonight. The French footballer had never met the Finnish pole vaulter before tonight, and neither of them had met the Japanese marathoner. The only thing all three had in common (besides being decidedly female... well... and being *horny*) was that all three had only recently finished their last events. While the rest of the Athlete's Village had been partying for over two weeks to this point, these three were trying to make up for lost time, and it didn't really matter that they didn't know their new partners (or me). In fact, NOBODY at this party seemed to care. When French footballer screamed out ANOTHER orgasm, she finally toppled off my face. And I looked up just in time to see Japanese marathoner stagger over to another couple before grabbing the guy's face and promptly sticking her tongue in his mouth. Inside the Athlete's Village Ch. 04 Finnish pole vaulter then slicked a fresh condom onto my upright prick, climbed onto my lap, and unceremoniously dropped herself onto it. Once fully imbedded, I grinned to see her smile of satisfaction and reached up to play with her firm tits. But before I could get there, a new pair of hands slid onto her breasts, fondling them fervently and drawing the Finnish girl's attention away. It was a man with a deep tan and an Egyptian team uniform, and his eyes questioned for a moment before the Finnish girl smiled and tilted her head for a kiss. I was sure the two had never met before, but who cared? I'd certainly never met either of them, either. It was just that kind of night. Finnish girl and Egyptian guy continued to make out, but she continued undulating her body atop my cock which was just fine with me. I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the sensations, and then took a deep breath and glanced around the area in which I'd found myself, marveling once more at how I'd come to be here. It was a warm August night, and there was a roaring bonfire of furniture in the middle of the quad providing additional heat. After the Closing Ceremonies had ended, a large contingent of athletes had remained on the field, mingling and talking and making plans for their after parties. We'd begun in country groups, and a few American soccer chicks had latched onto me from the beginning. They were the ones who brought me back to this party here in one of the Village quads, and they were also two of the primary instigators of the impromptu fire that had gotten started. Seriously, that American goalkeeper is NUTS (in a good way). Everyone had been drinking from the moment we'd arrived. Drinking turned into singing. Singing turned into a competition between nations (doesn't it always?) The competition turned into MORE drinking. And then the fire had gotten started. People were dancing by this point, and as the temperature raised, the clothes started to come off. Fast dancing never turned into slow dancing – nobody was playing that kind of music – but it did turn into groping. And groping turned into stripping, and the next thing you knew, people were having sex right there on the park furniture. That was more or less how I found myself. My Gold Medal, of course, was quite prominent around my neck. My shirt disappeared after a while, and I never got it back. Japanese marathoner started playing with my six-pack. French footballer wanted a kiss from a Gold Medalist. And Finnish pole vaulter just joined in for the hell of it. Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on a picnic mat that had appeared from nowhere, and Japanese marathoner went for a ride while French footballer sat on my face and Finnish pole vaulter showed the footballer what French kissing was all about. So that more or less gets you caught up. Finnish pole vaulter rode me to an orgasm, then dropped onto her back beside me and pulled Egyptian guy on top of her. French footballer was still waiting for me, and she crooked a finger in invitation to hop aboard and rut into her in the grass until I finally blew my first load. When I was done, she pulled the condom off and drank down the contents, grinning at me the whole time. And then with a blown kiss, she disappeared into the crowd and I realized I'd never gotten ANY of their names, just their nationalities and sports. That was kind of the way things had been the last week. The first question out of anyone's mouth was "What's your sport?" The second question was "Where are you from?" Finding out someone's NAME was somehow... less important. "THERE you are!" Having finished up with French footballer, I'd stood up and re-fastened my uniform pants. By now, one out of every three people around me was fairly naked, but I wasn't the kind of guy who usually walked around outdoors with my cock swinging in the open air. Still feeling conspicuous by being topless save for my medal, I had started looking around for my shirt when the distinctly American voice caught my attention. "Oh, hey Sydney. Hey Jamie," I replied as I turned to face the caller. "Was wondering where you two got off to." "Where WE got off to?" Sydney complained, the dark-eyed brunette stamping her foot and pouting. "We turn our backs for ONE second and find that you're sleeping with the enemy." I followed her gesture over to the French footballer, who was sashaying away with a smug expression on her face. "Enemy?" "We don't like her. She was a dirty player on the pitch," Jamie explained. "Can't BELIEVE she nailed you before we did," Sydney bitched. "Uh... sorry? I didn't know." "Ugh, whatever," Sydney growled while grabbing my arm and tugging. "This is all Faith's fault for starting that bonfire and getting us distracted." Jamie laughed as she jogged along with us, her blue eyes sparkling and her blonde hair bouncing. "Faith? I think the fire was YOUR idea, missy." "Whatever. We staked out an area over here." Indeed, what looked like half the US Women's soccer team was spread out over a section of the quad, very close to the bonfire itself. Most of them were down to their underwear, with three or four of them naked and fucking various guys I didn't immediately recognize. Two of the girls were naked and fucking each other. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Sydney sighed, turning and wrapping her arms around my waist. "You had your tongue down his throat right up until Faith came by wondering if you had any crazy ideas on how to make the party even better," Jamie explained helpfully. "Oh, right!" Sydney promptly shoved her tongue back down my throat. Despite the kiss, I couldn't help but laugh. But Sydney was having none of it as she practically tried to climb my legs with her feet, clawing at my calves with her shoes until I simply scooped her up in my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist, resuming the kiss while holding her up easily. "Ah, yes... I LOVE swimmers," Sydney sighed after breaking away for air. "You guys have muscles GALORE." Grinning, I bounced her up a bit and adjusted my grip, my hands now palming her ass. Sydney smirked and wriggled her butt, grinding her crotch against my belly until I lowered her down to where my new erection was trying to climb up and out of my pants. "Shit, his dick is sticking out the top of his waistband," Jamie breathed beside us. Oops, guess my erection DID climb out of my pants. "Out of the way, bitch," Jamie breathed while knocking Sydney loose so that I couldn't help but set the brunette down on her feet. The blonde then quickly tackled me onto an open picnic mat, fiddling with my pants and then yanking them down to get at my erection. And with a deeply satisfied moan, she leaned forward and sucked my dick into her mouth. "Hey! I called first dibs!" Sydney complained as she knelt beside her teammate, pushing her head in and then grabbing the base of my shaft to aim it at herself. "Hey!" Jamie now complained once Sydney started sucking on my knob. "You HAD first dibs. You didn't see ME playing tonsil hockey with him, did you?" She then tried to grab my dick back. "Ladies! Ladies!" I barked. "There's plenty of me to go around. Share! Share!" "Hmph. In your dreams," Jamie cracked while rolling her eyes. And yet Sydney re-aimed my cock between their two faces, and together, the girls took a long lick each up the sides of my column of meat. "Fuck yeah..." I groaned. For the next five minutes, I got the double-blowjob of a lifetime as the girls worked my prick as if they'd practiced it for hours. One would suck the head while the other worked the base, and then they'd glide their tongues as they moved into new positions and swapped assignments back and forth. It took me half the time to realize that they were diddling each other at the same time, hands in each other's skirts. And finally Jamie rolled onto her back and flipped her skirt up, skinning her panties down to her ankles while saying, "Fine, you get first dibs. But you gotta eat me at the same time." "Deal!" Sydney chirped as she moved into position. Jamie was leaning back on her elbows, assisted by the incline of the hill we were lying on. Her legs were spread to the sides with her knees up, and she guided her teammate's brunette face down to her very center and then dropped her head back with a moan and closed eyes as Sydney hit pay dirt. Meanwhile, the brunette left her ass swaying in the air behind her, and I knew I needed no further invitation. Dropping my pants off, I knelt behind her and flipped up her skirt, tucking the hem into her waistband to ensure it didn't flop back down. She was wearing a pink thong underneath, soaked through completely with moisture. And with fond memories of the Brazilian twins, I decided NOT to remove her panties. I slid a fresh condom onto my weapon, and then pulled the strap of Sydney's panties aside. And with a groan of satisfaction, I eased my way into her tight twat. After nearly two weeks worth of wallowing in International Pussy (and Ass, and Mouth), the end of my Athlete's Village experience was entirely American. The US Women's Soccer Team closed ranks around me this night, and while it's hard for me to say that they used me (after all, I was using them), it was pretty clear that they needed me as an instrument for their pleasure, trying to compress two weeks' worth of sexual frustration into a single, glorious night. I pounded Sydney from behind while the brunette tongued Jamie to orgasm after orgasm. Then I tossed Sydney aside and slammed right into Jamie, her shrieks of ecstasy deafening in my left ear as the blonde wrapped all four of her limbs around my pistoning body. The girls rolled me onto my back and stripped away the condom before stroking my dick until I ejaculated all over their tits. And then they licked my cream off each other's bodies before rolling over into a torrid makeout session. Faith, the goalkeeper, showed up and decided on a whim to swallow my cock, working me back up to an erection before wandering off somewhere else. Morgan, a young brunette, spotted my waving flagpole and sat down on it for fun. And then Rachel, the team captain, sat in a lawn chair with her legs thrown over the armrests, making me lean over her with my tongue in her mouth as I lunged deep into her pussy over and again until I spent myself inside her. Faith, out of nowhere, showed up again and sucked me back to hardness before once again disappearing. Sydney complained about me always trying to abandon her as she mounted my new erection and made me stand up and hold her the way I'd done earlier that night. And after I got her off twice more, she led me over to another blanket where Jamie and Faith were sixty-nining, and THIS time I managed to stick myself inside the elusive goalkeeper and fuck her silly until she passed out drooling, her saliva running out into her blonde teammate's neatly trimmed bush. By now, I'd already cum three times tonight, once into French footballer and then twice more with the American girls. This was my fourth erection of the evening, and it had been rubbed so raw as to be almost painful. I prided myself on my endurance – after all, it was what made me an Olympic Gold Medalist in swimming. But there was only so much even -I- could take, especially after the exhaustive sexual two weeks I'd just had, and having spent the last bits of my energy pounding my pelvis against Faith's ass as hard as I could, I almost wished my last erection would just go away. But it throbbed and whined in the night's open air, and as I panted for breath while flat on my back, Sydney and Jamie exchanged one final glance. "You want it?" Jamie asked. "You did call dibs." The brunette ran a hand through her hair and sighed, shaking her head. "Nah, I'm sated for now." "Really? Insatiable Sydney?" The other girl laughed and shrugged. "That last fuck, standing-up... THAT'S the memory I want to take away from these Olympics." "Alrighty then." Jamie then swung a leg over me, holding my prick and notching it into her cleft before sinking down. "Presuming you don't mind, big boy." "Go for it," I wheezed. "Just promise me you'll get me off. I'm getting TIRED." The pretty blonde pecked my lips, her blue eyes sparkling. "You betcha." And then she went for a pleasant ride. I felt like I'd just hit the wall, and as exhaustion set in, I set my head back on the blanket and closed my eyes. I seemed to close my ears too, as the sounds of the orgy around me quieted away, until there was nothing left but the sensation of a pretty girl undulating rhythmically atop my naked prick. She was warm, and she was tight, and she was causing such wonderful pleasure throughout my body. Jamie was a very pretty girl, and yet, the longer she kept fucking me, the more my mind drifted to... another... pretty girl. Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Supple curves. Smooth skin. Someone else. Someone... from a different life. I remembered the way SHE had made love to me that last morning before she'd left. I remembered the way she seemed to caress me with every millimeter of skin that touched mine. Her hard nipples dragged along my pecs with such pleasant scratches. The warmth and weight of her breasts cocooned my chest. And the touch of her lips... like the kisses of a goddess... stolen and undeserved and yet all the more delicious for my unworthiness. I had felt our souls connecting that morning, the way I'd never felt before. I'd felt my heart sing with praise inside me, the way poets wrote about the stars. Trite phrases from a stupid romantic movie had flown into my mind, somehow not so trite when I thought of her. She completed me. And She had me at hello. And then I came. I came with... HER. And like a whirlpool of emotion, all those thoughts of her and memories of her and feelings for her swirled around and around my brain, sucking down my body deep, deep and through my chest and down to my loins and fountaining outward in a wave of blissful release that I wished would never come to an end. And I was at peace. I was at peace. I was at peace. But then I opened my eyes, and Jamie smiled down at me. And I remembered that for all the great sex I'd experienced these past few weeks, tomorrow I would still be going home alone. **** "Hey dude. It's almost time for our shuttle. You all set?" I looked up to see Preston hovering in my doorway, a roller suitcase by his side, and Jacob was puttering around behind him. I took a deep breath, looking around this bed that I had shared for one special night with the most incredible woman I'd ever met, even though I barely knew her apart from what had been published in the media about her. It didn't make any logical sense why I was still hung up on her, apart from perhaps still having a case of celebrity awe. But the heart is rarely logical, and I simply HAD to believe that mine had connected with hers on some level. Not that it mattered now. She was gone, jet-setting around the world as famous tennis stars are won't to do, and I was heading home. "Yeah," I replied finally, standing up and grabbing my own roller suitcase. I would miss this place, miss the bubble of the Athlete's Village and all the wonderful pleasures I'd experienced within. But I had my fill, and even if I couldn't make the return trip in four years, I knew I would leave here without any true regrets. Preston nodded to me, and I followed him out the door. Jacob led the way, but came to an abrupt stop just before grabbing the handle. "Hey, did either of you see this before?" I looked down where he was pointing and saw the envelope somebody had slid beneath the door. And there was no mistaking both my name and my room number printed neatly on it. Preston cracked, "Oh, you're in trouble now, dude. Hotel management has gotten wind of the excessive number of guests you've been putting up in your bedroom, and this is the new bill with your extra charges." "Pssht, whatever. Give it here," I replied. Jacob stooped and picked up the envelope. He handed it over without ceremony, and I flipped it over to tear open the seal with one finger. Inside was a single sheet of paper. And my heart dropped in absolute shock as I quickly realized what was written on it. --- Hey there. I'm sorry for leaving a note like this, but I don't have your cell number and you don't have mine. My fault, I know. You asked for it, but I thought things would be better if we didn't have a way of contacting each other. I thought it would be best if we never saw each other again. We shared a special night, a special moment, one that I'll remember forever. And at the time that I left, I was willing to let it be nothing more than that: a perfect memory. But I can't anymore. I can't get you out of my head. I think of the things you've been doing this past week, things I TOLD you to go out and enjoy, and I'm jealous. I'm jealous of every other girl who gets to be with you, wishing I were them. And I wonder every night what it would have been like to fall asleep in your arms the way we once did. It's crazy. I don't know you. You don't know ME. And yet... there it is. What happens in the Athlete's Village is supposed to stay in the Athlete's Village, but I can't leave you behind. I have no idea if we would make it in the real world. I have no idea if you even share some of these same feelings that I do. But I want to find out, and I want that enough to put my heart on the line here and write you this letter. I sent it to a friend, and she's promised to make sure it gets to you. Here is my number. Call me. Please. I'll actually be in the Americas for the next couple of months. I've got tournaments in Montreal, Cincinnati, and New Haven in August. Let me know if you can come see me, please? Please? I'd love to be with you again. Love, -K --- Preston suddenly clapped me in the shoulder, and I realized he'd been reading from just behind me. "Dude, is that who I *think* it is? Seriously??? You've GOT to call her!" My heart was doing somersaults in my stomach, but I had to agree. My phone was already in my hand. The numbers were already dialing. And maybe... just maybe... They say magic happens in the Athlete's Village. Oh, how right they are.