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*THIS REPORT JUST IN*
Stadium Literotica Olympia
The sun is once again shining and Christmas is but a distant memory. The stadium is deserted – the few remaining spectators left around Halloween – but down on the track, the athletes resolutely plug on, with grit and determination not witnessed since the time of Hercules. Our dedicated reporter, Black Tulip, is sticking with them, unwilling to move on to a new project, until she has seen the end of this one (it’s not that she’s especially conscientious, she’s just afraid of missing out on some shagging).
'Black Tulip here. This is, hopefully, one of my final reports for the Literotica Olympics. What? I can live in hope of them ending one day, can’t I?
They're legging it round and around the Literotica Olympics stadium, with no end in sight. Shoes have worn through, blisters have formed and legs are almost giving out. If they hadn't been taking it in turns to have rides on each other, they most certainly would have collapsed by now.
However, dehydration is a massive problem. Stewards and officials are doing all they can to get fluids into the sex athletes, but it's leaving their bodies faster than it's going in. There are rumours that Rumpled Foreskin is now in fact so rumpled, he's having trouble seeing.
The problem is so severe that there has been a ban placed on kissing, particularly snogging. All out tonguing is a no-no. The dejected athletes argued that no actual loss of bodily fluids is suffered through this activity; merely a swap of such between the two participants. A scientific study was carried out, using some very willing volunteers – Vella and Lucky – and it was in fact found that 5ml of saliva was lost from each athlete per minute. “Dribble on chins” was the official finding for the fluid loss.
The Gosling of Porn was getting in quite a flap, as wing fatigue set in, but late entrant, Black Shanglan, came to the rescue, obviously excited at being able to provide her with a trusty mount to ride on.
Ah, here comes an athlete now. Abstruse, could I ask you a few questions please?
“Troll… mumble, mumble… uni-tit… blather, blather…”
Um, would you mind repeating that? I don’t think the folks at home quite understood your meaning.
“Chocolate! I need fucking chocolate!”
Oh, I say. No need to be aggressive. Now, what’s this? There is a blur running towards us, aiming straight for Abs.
“FLYINGTACKLELEAPHUGS!”
Is that a fairy? No, my eyes deceive me, surely.
Anyway, moving on…
Ah, I can hear another couple of athletes approaching, I wonder if they’ll be more comprehensible.
“Woof!”
“AaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrooooooooOOOOOOOOO.”
“Growl.”
“Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl. Yelp!”
Now, I know what you’re think, but no, it is two humans. But they are acting like a couple of animals. Eep! I’d better jump out of the way, here they come!
“’Ello, Tulip, you twat!”
“Hey, Tulip, babe!”
And that was Lew and Lou. Not much sense from them. I wonder if I can find someone around here with at least a little sanity left.
Whoops!
*crash*
Jeez, this place is slippy!
Ah, CharleyH, at last, a sensible looking woman. Oh, maybe not. She appears to have a squirrel on her head.
Moving along… what do we have here? Oh, it’s only a retarded cannibal, not gonna get much out of her.
“Hi Tulip! Have you seen my bunny ball, ball?”
No, Cloudy dear. Keep running love, you’ll get there.
“Bunny ball, ball? Bahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Hi Lauren.”
An official. That’s who I need to talk to. As I live and breath, here comes one now…
Oggbashan, I wonder, what have you got to say about the lack of an ending to this sorry tale?
“Shocking, absolutely shocking.”
Yes, it is rather, isn’t it? What effect is it having on the athletes?
“The poor sods are knackered.”
Ok, enough of this insanity, I’m going for a lie down. Liar can do the next round of interviews.'
*WATCH THIS SPACE*
Stadium Literotica Olympia
The sun is once again shining and Christmas is but a distant memory. The stadium is deserted – the few remaining spectators left around Halloween – but down on the track, the athletes resolutely plug on, with grit and determination not witnessed since the time of Hercules. Our dedicated reporter, Black Tulip, is sticking with them, unwilling to move on to a new project, until she has seen the end of this one (it’s not that she’s especially conscientious, she’s just afraid of missing out on some shagging).
'Black Tulip here. This is, hopefully, one of my final reports for the Literotica Olympics. What? I can live in hope of them ending one day, can’t I?
They're legging it round and around the Literotica Olympics stadium, with no end in sight. Shoes have worn through, blisters have formed and legs are almost giving out. If they hadn't been taking it in turns to have rides on each other, they most certainly would have collapsed by now.
However, dehydration is a massive problem. Stewards and officials are doing all they can to get fluids into the sex athletes, but it's leaving their bodies faster than it's going in. There are rumours that Rumpled Foreskin is now in fact so rumpled, he's having trouble seeing.
The problem is so severe that there has been a ban placed on kissing, particularly snogging. All out tonguing is a no-no. The dejected athletes argued that no actual loss of bodily fluids is suffered through this activity; merely a swap of such between the two participants. A scientific study was carried out, using some very willing volunteers – Vella and Lucky – and it was in fact found that 5ml of saliva was lost from each athlete per minute. “Dribble on chins” was the official finding for the fluid loss.
The Gosling of Porn was getting in quite a flap, as wing fatigue set in, but late entrant, Black Shanglan, came to the rescue, obviously excited at being able to provide her with a trusty mount to ride on.
Ah, here comes an athlete now. Abstruse, could I ask you a few questions please?
“Troll… mumble, mumble… uni-tit… blather, blather…”
Um, would you mind repeating that? I don’t think the folks at home quite understood your meaning.
“Chocolate! I need fucking chocolate!”
Oh, I say. No need to be aggressive. Now, what’s this? There is a blur running towards us, aiming straight for Abs.
“FLYINGTACKLELEAPHUGS!”
Is that a fairy? No, my eyes deceive me, surely.
Anyway, moving on…
Ah, I can hear another couple of athletes approaching, I wonder if they’ll be more comprehensible.
“Woof!”
“AaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrooooooooOOOOOOOOO.”
“Growl.”
“Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooowl. Yelp!”
Now, I know what you’re think, but no, it is two humans. But they are acting like a couple of animals. Eep! I’d better jump out of the way, here they come!
“’Ello, Tulip, you twat!”
“Hey, Tulip, babe!”
And that was Lew and Lou. Not much sense from them. I wonder if I can find someone around here with at least a little sanity left.
Whoops!
*crash*
Jeez, this place is slippy!
Ah, CharleyH, at last, a sensible looking woman. Oh, maybe not. She appears to have a squirrel on her head.
Moving along… what do we have here? Oh, it’s only a retarded cannibal, not gonna get much out of her.
“Hi Tulip! Have you seen my bunny ball, ball?”
No, Cloudy dear. Keep running love, you’ll get there.
“Bunny ball, ball? Bahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Hi Lauren.”
An official. That’s who I need to talk to. As I live and breath, here comes one now…
Oggbashan, I wonder, what have you got to say about the lack of an ending to this sorry tale?
“Shocking, absolutely shocking.”
Yes, it is rather, isn’t it? What effect is it having on the athletes?
“The poor sods are knackered.”
Ok, enough of this insanity, I’m going for a lie down. Liar can do the next round of interviews.'
*WATCH THIS SPACE*
