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10-26-2007, 06:13 PM
Mohini’s Olympic Diary: Collaring ‘A cuff’
By Rinky Dink
gregg777us@yahoo.com
The following is a work of fiction and due to sexual activity no one under 18 should read this. Any similaraties to real characters is unintentional.
Note: This picks up Mohini’s story immediately following what occurred in “Gymnasts Enslaved.” As usual, the gymnastics competition described is basically as it happened.
“Finally, no drama,” thought Mohini Bhardwaj as she sat contentedly on the USA gymnastics bench with a smile.
The individual apparatus championships were the first time most of the Americans had competed while not under the mind control of Svetlana Khorkina - and they were simply kicking butt.
Carly Patterson nabbed a silver medal on the balance beam; Terin Humphrey won silver and Courtney Kupets bronze on the uneven bars. Annia Hatch, the Cuban defector who people forgot at 26 was even older than Mohini, won a silver medal in the vault.
Mohini competed in the floor exercise but even though she did in everyone else’s eyes a medal-winning performance, ended up sixth.
Boos and catcalls rained down on the judges when Mohini’s scores were posted but she knew the judges were against her.
Two of the judges were Russian and two others, well, had been competitors with Mohini back in her college days. She knew both held a grudge from the World University Games because of a certain blonde Danish gymnast who decided to have sex with Mohini over them.
Despite her personally getting screwed, and not in the good way, it had been a tremendous day for the USA. Reporters swarmed over Mohini, as captain she was ******ed with turning around a team that had been on the brink of disaster a few days earlier into a massive success.
Mohini of course was humble and gave ****** to all the hard work the girls had put in, although she smirked at times, wanting to say the truth.
“We were always better than everyone, this is just the first time we weren’t competing as mindless lesbian slaves.”
…… When the team arrived back on their floor of the Village, like they had after the team competition, the girls made a beeline for Mohini’s room, the only one with a TV.
Before, they had been crying and wanted to see how badly they would be criticized for blowing the team competition, this time they sat with smiles, and many with Olympic medals around their necks, as the American TV commentators, who needed little prodding, fell over themselves lavishing praise on them.
Suddenly, the lithe blonde Courtney McCool, the youngest member of the team, began crying.
“What’s wrong Court? We’re a success,” said Mohini. “They love us back in the United States now. You don’t have to go away to boarding school now. We’re heroes.”
“I know,” sniffled McCool who was now getting hugged tightly by Carly Patterson. “And I love all you guys – so much. And now were done and (sniff, sniff) we’re going home in a few days and (sniff, sniff) I just realized it’s all over and I don’t want it to end.”
McCool’s statement was the equivalent of a bucket of cold water being thrown on the festivities.
The path to Athens had been so different for all of them. There was Annia the married defector with the bum knee, Mohini the resurrected relic from the past, the precocious kids McCool and Carly who weren’t old enough to drive.
Yet in the space of a few months they had welded into a tight-knit unit. Frankly, Mohini thought of the girls more like her little sisters than teammates and she knew most, if not all, thought of her as a big sister.
Soon there were sniffles and deep sighs from the rest of the girls.
Mohini knew her eyes would be as watery as everyone else except, as captain, the U.S. gymnastics officials had told her the big news at the end of the competition. It was time to inform her ‘little sisters’.
“Girls, girls … GIRLS!” Mohini finally shouted to get their attention. “Coach was going to tell you at our team meeting tomorrow but you can know now before you get too whacked out and depressed.
“Because we did so well tonight it cinched a deal with T.J. Maxx. They are going to sponsor a 43-city Tour of Champions across the country that will keep us together until the end of the year – and we get paid for it too!”
The girls now cried tears of joy and began hugging and kissing each other.
“We have to thank Mohini for leading us to this success,” shouted Carly.
“Yes, absolutely,” said Terin Humphrey who then winked at the other girls. “And we all know how Mohini likes to properly be thanked.”
Mohini soon was bereft of clothes, covered instead with the tight little bodies of gymnasts.
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Mohini woke up the morning after the big USA medal haul feeling refreshed and happy. Even her pussy seemed to be singing.
She playfully tapped her throbbing clit.
“I guess you even know what day it is,” said Mohini with a smile. “Always love those Bunnies tongues on you, don’t you.”
Mohini turned to the small calendar on her nightstand, making sure today was indeed the date she had circled in big red pen.
Yes, she was right.
It was indeed “Amy Acuff Sex Day.”
Acuff was one of the top high jumpers in the world but she was even better known for having recently posed for Playboy.
She looked just like a typical Playmate: tall, blonde, and curvaceous with a waspish waist and long legs to die for.
Mohini was very excited. Her favorite types of women to have sex with were Playboy Playmates and Olympic athletes - so in Amy Acuff she had the daily double!
The only problem in bedding Acuff, besides the small fact that Mohini had never met her and didn’t even know if she was into girls, was that the women’s high jump was one of the final events in the Olympics.
Amy Acuff had been squirreled away off the Greek coast, on the isolated Isle of Lesbos (Mohini giggled at the irony), training with the rest of the USA track & field team so they would have no distractions.
According to the track women Mohini already had sex with, this was the day Acuff was scheduled to finally arrive in Athens. And Mohini planned to greet her personally, very personally.
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The dining hall at the Olympic Village was massive.
It had to not only take care of thousands of athletes but all their different dietary peculiarities. The Indian athletes wanted curry, the Australians needed vegemite sandwiches and the Scots a nice piece of haggis to chow down on.
Mohini was one of the easier athletes to deal with food-wise. She was a strict vegetarian and to be light on their feet gymnasts didn’t eat much anyhow.
Mohini picked at her Caesar salad until she saw what she had really come for. A very tall blonde was coming out of the food line with a heaping plate of carb-filled spaghetti.
The men near the blonde stared at the knockout but when she sat down at a table she was by herself.
“Perfect!”, thought Mohini.
Amy Acuff was here and since she had literally just come off the boat did not know anybody and was eating alone. But not for long.
“Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?”
“Oh, uh, why no, please, be my guest,” said Amy Acuff. “Um, good to have a fellow American to share lunch with.”
Mohini smiled and sat down, gently rubbing against Amy’s smoking body as she put her small salad bowl next to her tray. Amy and Mohini were both wearing their official USA team jumpsuit. The difference was that Mohini had nothing underneath it, which she hoped Amy would soon discover.
“Let me introduce myself, I’m sure you don’t know me. I’m Amy Acuff, I just got arrived in the village, I do the high jump,” she said.
“Very nice to meet you Amy,” said Mohini. “Welcome to Athens. I know you’ll really enjoy it here. I’m……”
“Oh please, I can’t believe I’m even talking to Mohini Bhardwaj,” said Amy. “ Every night all the girls on the island would gather around the TV set and root for you and the other American gymnasts.
“I just got my voice back, I was cheering for you so much. You were so heroic on the balance beam. When you saved the day and nailed it I began crying and crying. The other girls on the team thought I was nuts but I couldn’t control myself. I was so happy for you and the other girls.”
As Mohini related stories of the gymnastic team’s triumphs, she noticed Amy’s face began getting red and after a while she just looked down at her food when speaking.
“Is there some kind of problem with me,” Mohini finally said. “You’re not like even looking me in the eye.”
Amy looked up, her face beet red and tears coming down her cheeks.
“You have it all wrong Mohini, it’s not you, it’s me,” she choked out. “Having someone like you talking to me who is so brave and classy and such a positive role model for young women just reminds me what a dirty whore I was for posing for Playboy.
“I’m really a very nice person, honest. I just needed the money. Girl high jumpers don’t make much. I keep waiting for you to spit on me or something. I am so inferior to you.”
Mohini placed her hand on her shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze and gave Amy her warmest smile.
Although she loved being naked in her sex-stuffed private life, Mohini would never consider posing for Playboy; she knew her family would be deeply embarrassed and she would never do that to them.
But she also knew the desperate financial straits adult Olympic athletes could find themselves in. Pamela Anderson had bailed Mohini out but not everyone could be so lucky.
And it was hard to put down a woman whose nude pictures you had blown up and plastered on your bedroom wall back home in Los Angeles.
“I’m not superior to you Amy,” said Mohini. “We’re both Olympians trying to find the best way to represent our country. You did what you needed to get here. We’re teammates. Equals in every way and I won’t hear of any talk otherwise.”
“Thanks Mohini, I needed that,” said Amy who gave Mohini a kiss on the cheek. Mohini almost came right there. Amy was so hot and she was sitting right next to her and she wanted her so bad.
Mohini’s mind whirled as she desperately tried to figure out how to lure Amy into her bed, when Amy gave her an opening, to get into HER openings.
“But I have to be honest, I could never lie to someone as courageous and kind as you,” said Amy whose face was now even more crimson.
“Every night, as soon as the gymnastics competition was over, I would go back to my bed and play with myself. And all I thought about was you. I’d imagine us making out and then I’d come. Then I’d go to sleep and dream about having sex with you and I’d come in my sleep. Then I’d wake up and think about you some more and come again.
“I’m sorry, I know how sweet and wholesome you are Mohini and the idol of thousands of young girls but even in the middle of nowhere I couldn’t concentrate on my event. All I think about is having sex with you.”
Mohini smiled.
“Well, we can’t have the only American with a chance to medal in the women’s high jump distracted,” she said. “You’re no more a dirty whore than I am. I’ll prove it to you by letting you have sex with sweet, wholesome Mohini Bhardwaj.”
Amy’s eyes bugged out.
“Don’t toy with me Mohini,” she said, her voice quavering. “You have no idea how much I want to have sex with you.”
Yes I do, thought Mohini, as much as I want to have sex with YOU.
Mohini grabbed a long carrot off her plate and stared right at Amy. She bit off a piece of carrot, and then bit down for another bite, and another.
Between Amy and Mohini, the only hand that was not under the table at this point was the one holding the carrot.
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“I’m a dirty little whore, yes, YES!, deeper, deeper,” cried out Amy Acuff as Mohini pounded her well-grooved butt with a strap-on.
Each had already had one orgasm when they had done a “69” and Amy had then asked for some spanking and now some anal.
“I’m so dirty, so very dirty,” screamed Amy as Mohini plunged the fake cock once again into her buttcrack, making her body shake with pleasure.
“I’m dirty little anal-loving bitch. More, more, more anal. I’m a bad, bad girl. Give me more anal!”
Reaming out Amy Acuff’s sweet ass was pure pleasure for Mohini as well. She realized she was going to blow her own gasket soon so she wanted to get Amy off right away and began quickening her pumping.
“Shit yeah, my dream, my dream, so very dirty, Y-e-e-s-s-s!!,” went Amy as a major orgasm ripped through her.
Her body began convulsing almost like she was trying to clear the high jump bar and this turned Mohini on even more.
She whipped off the strap-on and flopped on her bed (screams of sexual pleasure being commonplace there, they had decided to have sex in Mohini’s room) and began clawing her breasts as she was now experiencing her own big orgasm.
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As Amy Acuff snoozed peacefully after their monstrous sex session, Mohini was not quite yet ready to doze off as she absentmindedly traced a finger around one of Amy’s cute, pink areolas.
Tomorrow night was the closing ceremonies and her whole incredible Olympic experience would be over.
Suddenly, a feeling washed over Mohini. She couldn’t quite place it. She felt….complete.
It was like she knew deep down she was closing a chapter to one part of her life and was ready to start another. Mohini didn’t feel nervous about the feeling, she felt somehow it was right, although she didn’t quite know why.
As she looked at the gorgeous nude body of Amy Acuff again, another thought crashed into Mohini’s mind and the truth of it shocked her.
“I’m 25 years old and I’ve had sex with every single woman I’d ever want.”
Having now tasted the pussy of Amy Acuff, Mohini literally could not think of another woman she particularly wanted to have sex with that she hadn’t licked already.
Since she had at the age 16 suddenly discovered she preferred a woman’s touch, through her looks, guile, skill or charm, Mohini had done every type she was interested in.
Whether it was her fellow elite gymnasts like Dominique Dawes and Dominique Moceanu when she was a kid, to the sexiest coeds at UCLA when she went to college, or the bushels of gorgeous actresses she met during her night-crawling Hollywood years and now, thanks to her making the Olympic team, she had licked the pussies of the hottest female athletes in the world.
Mohini knew she should be concerned about her sexual dead end, but the feeling that something new was just around the bend intermingled with it and relaxed her.
“Screw it, I’m going to bed,” she decided and laid her head down next to the snoozing Amy Acuff and soon was asleep.
Next: Closing (legs) ceremonies.
(Feedback appreciated, you can send it to gregg777us@yahoo.com)
By Rinky Dink
gregg777us@yahoo.com
The following is a work of fiction and due to sexual activity no one under 18 should read this. Any similaraties to real characters is unintentional.
Note: This picks up Mohini’s story immediately following what occurred in “Gymnasts Enslaved.” As usual, the gymnastics competition described is basically as it happened.
“Finally, no drama,” thought Mohini Bhardwaj as she sat contentedly on the USA gymnastics bench with a smile.
The individual apparatus championships were the first time most of the Americans had competed while not under the mind control of Svetlana Khorkina - and they were simply kicking butt.
Carly Patterson nabbed a silver medal on the balance beam; Terin Humphrey won silver and Courtney Kupets bronze on the uneven bars. Annia Hatch, the Cuban defector who people forgot at 26 was even older than Mohini, won a silver medal in the vault.
Mohini competed in the floor exercise but even though she did in everyone else’s eyes a medal-winning performance, ended up sixth.
Boos and catcalls rained down on the judges when Mohini’s scores were posted but she knew the judges were against her.
Two of the judges were Russian and two others, well, had been competitors with Mohini back in her college days. She knew both held a grudge from the World University Games because of a certain blonde Danish gymnast who decided to have sex with Mohini over them.
Despite her personally getting screwed, and not in the good way, it had been a tremendous day for the USA. Reporters swarmed over Mohini, as captain she was ******ed with turning around a team that had been on the brink of disaster a few days earlier into a massive success.
Mohini of course was humble and gave ****** to all the hard work the girls had put in, although she smirked at times, wanting to say the truth.
“We were always better than everyone, this is just the first time we weren’t competing as mindless lesbian slaves.”
…… When the team arrived back on their floor of the Village, like they had after the team competition, the girls made a beeline for Mohini’s room, the only one with a TV.
Before, they had been crying and wanted to see how badly they would be criticized for blowing the team competition, this time they sat with smiles, and many with Olympic medals around their necks, as the American TV commentators, who needed little prodding, fell over themselves lavishing praise on them.
Suddenly, the lithe blonde Courtney McCool, the youngest member of the team, began crying.
“What’s wrong Court? We’re a success,” said Mohini. “They love us back in the United States now. You don’t have to go away to boarding school now. We’re heroes.”
“I know,” sniffled McCool who was now getting hugged tightly by Carly Patterson. “And I love all you guys – so much. And now were done and (sniff, sniff) we’re going home in a few days and (sniff, sniff) I just realized it’s all over and I don’t want it to end.”
McCool’s statement was the equivalent of a bucket of cold water being thrown on the festivities.
The path to Athens had been so different for all of them. There was Annia the married defector with the bum knee, Mohini the resurrected relic from the past, the precocious kids McCool and Carly who weren’t old enough to drive.
Yet in the space of a few months they had welded into a tight-knit unit. Frankly, Mohini thought of the girls more like her little sisters than teammates and she knew most, if not all, thought of her as a big sister.
Soon there were sniffles and deep sighs from the rest of the girls.
Mohini knew her eyes would be as watery as everyone else except, as captain, the U.S. gymnastics officials had told her the big news at the end of the competition. It was time to inform her ‘little sisters’.
“Girls, girls … GIRLS!” Mohini finally shouted to get their attention. “Coach was going to tell you at our team meeting tomorrow but you can know now before you get too whacked out and depressed.
“Because we did so well tonight it cinched a deal with T.J. Maxx. They are going to sponsor a 43-city Tour of Champions across the country that will keep us together until the end of the year – and we get paid for it too!”
The girls now cried tears of joy and began hugging and kissing each other.
“We have to thank Mohini for leading us to this success,” shouted Carly.
“Yes, absolutely,” said Terin Humphrey who then winked at the other girls. “And we all know how Mohini likes to properly be thanked.”
Mohini soon was bereft of clothes, covered instead with the tight little bodies of gymnasts.
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Mohini woke up the morning after the big USA medal haul feeling refreshed and happy. Even her pussy seemed to be singing.
She playfully tapped her throbbing clit.
“I guess you even know what day it is,” said Mohini with a smile. “Always love those Bunnies tongues on you, don’t you.”
Mohini turned to the small calendar on her nightstand, making sure today was indeed the date she had circled in big red pen.
Yes, she was right.
It was indeed “Amy Acuff Sex Day.”
Acuff was one of the top high jumpers in the world but she was even better known for having recently posed for Playboy.
She looked just like a typical Playmate: tall, blonde, and curvaceous with a waspish waist and long legs to die for.
Mohini was very excited. Her favorite types of women to have sex with were Playboy Playmates and Olympic athletes - so in Amy Acuff she had the daily double!
The only problem in bedding Acuff, besides the small fact that Mohini had never met her and didn’t even know if she was into girls, was that the women’s high jump was one of the final events in the Olympics.
Amy Acuff had been squirreled away off the Greek coast, on the isolated Isle of Lesbos (Mohini giggled at the irony), training with the rest of the USA track & field team so they would have no distractions.
According to the track women Mohini already had sex with, this was the day Acuff was scheduled to finally arrive in Athens. And Mohini planned to greet her personally, very personally.
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The dining hall at the Olympic Village was massive.
It had to not only take care of thousands of athletes but all their different dietary peculiarities. The Indian athletes wanted curry, the Australians needed vegemite sandwiches and the Scots a nice piece of haggis to chow down on.
Mohini was one of the easier athletes to deal with food-wise. She was a strict vegetarian and to be light on their feet gymnasts didn’t eat much anyhow.
Mohini picked at her Caesar salad until she saw what she had really come for. A very tall blonde was coming out of the food line with a heaping plate of carb-filled spaghetti.
The men near the blonde stared at the knockout but when she sat down at a table she was by herself.
“Perfect!”, thought Mohini.
Amy Acuff was here and since she had literally just come off the boat did not know anybody and was eating alone. But not for long.
“Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?”
“Oh, uh, why no, please, be my guest,” said Amy Acuff. “Um, good to have a fellow American to share lunch with.”
Mohini smiled and sat down, gently rubbing against Amy’s smoking body as she put her small salad bowl next to her tray. Amy and Mohini were both wearing their official USA team jumpsuit. The difference was that Mohini had nothing underneath it, which she hoped Amy would soon discover.
“Let me introduce myself, I’m sure you don’t know me. I’m Amy Acuff, I just got arrived in the village, I do the high jump,” she said.
“Very nice to meet you Amy,” said Mohini. “Welcome to Athens. I know you’ll really enjoy it here. I’m……”
“Oh please, I can’t believe I’m even talking to Mohini Bhardwaj,” said Amy. “ Every night all the girls on the island would gather around the TV set and root for you and the other American gymnasts.
“I just got my voice back, I was cheering for you so much. You were so heroic on the balance beam. When you saved the day and nailed it I began crying and crying. The other girls on the team thought I was nuts but I couldn’t control myself. I was so happy for you and the other girls.”
As Mohini related stories of the gymnastic team’s triumphs, she noticed Amy’s face began getting red and after a while she just looked down at her food when speaking.
“Is there some kind of problem with me,” Mohini finally said. “You’re not like even looking me in the eye.”
Amy looked up, her face beet red and tears coming down her cheeks.
“You have it all wrong Mohini, it’s not you, it’s me,” she choked out. “Having someone like you talking to me who is so brave and classy and such a positive role model for young women just reminds me what a dirty whore I was for posing for Playboy.
“I’m really a very nice person, honest. I just needed the money. Girl high jumpers don’t make much. I keep waiting for you to spit on me or something. I am so inferior to you.”
Mohini placed her hand on her shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze and gave Amy her warmest smile.
Although she loved being naked in her sex-stuffed private life, Mohini would never consider posing for Playboy; she knew her family would be deeply embarrassed and she would never do that to them.
But she also knew the desperate financial straits adult Olympic athletes could find themselves in. Pamela Anderson had bailed Mohini out but not everyone could be so lucky.
And it was hard to put down a woman whose nude pictures you had blown up and plastered on your bedroom wall back home in Los Angeles.
“I’m not superior to you Amy,” said Mohini. “We’re both Olympians trying to find the best way to represent our country. You did what you needed to get here. We’re teammates. Equals in every way and I won’t hear of any talk otherwise.”
“Thanks Mohini, I needed that,” said Amy who gave Mohini a kiss on the cheek. Mohini almost came right there. Amy was so hot and she was sitting right next to her and she wanted her so bad.
Mohini’s mind whirled as she desperately tried to figure out how to lure Amy into her bed, when Amy gave her an opening, to get into HER openings.
“But I have to be honest, I could never lie to someone as courageous and kind as you,” said Amy whose face was now even more crimson.
“Every night, as soon as the gymnastics competition was over, I would go back to my bed and play with myself. And all I thought about was you. I’d imagine us making out and then I’d come. Then I’d go to sleep and dream about having sex with you and I’d come in my sleep. Then I’d wake up and think about you some more and come again.
“I’m sorry, I know how sweet and wholesome you are Mohini and the idol of thousands of young girls but even in the middle of nowhere I couldn’t concentrate on my event. All I think about is having sex with you.”
Mohini smiled.
“Well, we can’t have the only American with a chance to medal in the women’s high jump distracted,” she said. “You’re no more a dirty whore than I am. I’ll prove it to you by letting you have sex with sweet, wholesome Mohini Bhardwaj.”
Amy’s eyes bugged out.
“Don’t toy with me Mohini,” she said, her voice quavering. “You have no idea how much I want to have sex with you.”
Yes I do, thought Mohini, as much as I want to have sex with YOU.
Mohini grabbed a long carrot off her plate and stared right at Amy. She bit off a piece of carrot, and then bit down for another bite, and another.
Between Amy and Mohini, the only hand that was not under the table at this point was the one holding the carrot.
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“I’m a dirty little whore, yes, YES!, deeper, deeper,” cried out Amy Acuff as Mohini pounded her well-grooved butt with a strap-on.
Each had already had one orgasm when they had done a “69” and Amy had then asked for some spanking and now some anal.
“I’m so dirty, so very dirty,” screamed Amy as Mohini plunged the fake cock once again into her buttcrack, making her body shake with pleasure.
“I’m dirty little anal-loving bitch. More, more, more anal. I’m a bad, bad girl. Give me more anal!”
Reaming out Amy Acuff’s sweet ass was pure pleasure for Mohini as well. She realized she was going to blow her own gasket soon so she wanted to get Amy off right away and began quickening her pumping.
“Shit yeah, my dream, my dream, so very dirty, Y-e-e-s-s-s!!,” went Amy as a major orgasm ripped through her.
Her body began convulsing almost like she was trying to clear the high jump bar and this turned Mohini on even more.
She whipped off the strap-on and flopped on her bed (screams of sexual pleasure being commonplace there, they had decided to have sex in Mohini’s room) and began clawing her breasts as she was now experiencing her own big orgasm.
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As Amy Acuff snoozed peacefully after their monstrous sex session, Mohini was not quite yet ready to doze off as she absentmindedly traced a finger around one of Amy’s cute, pink areolas.
Tomorrow night was the closing ceremonies and her whole incredible Olympic experience would be over.
Suddenly, a feeling washed over Mohini. She couldn’t quite place it. She felt….complete.
It was like she knew deep down she was closing a chapter to one part of her life and was ready to start another. Mohini didn’t feel nervous about the feeling, she felt somehow it was right, although she didn’t quite know why.
As she looked at the gorgeous nude body of Amy Acuff again, another thought crashed into Mohini’s mind and the truth of it shocked her.
“I’m 25 years old and I’ve had sex with every single woman I’d ever want.”
Having now tasted the pussy of Amy Acuff, Mohini literally could not think of another woman she particularly wanted to have sex with that she hadn’t licked already.
Since she had at the age 16 suddenly discovered she preferred a woman’s touch, through her looks, guile, skill or charm, Mohini had done every type she was interested in.
Whether it was her fellow elite gymnasts like Dominique Dawes and Dominique Moceanu when she was a kid, to the sexiest coeds at UCLA when she went to college, or the bushels of gorgeous actresses she met during her night-crawling Hollywood years and now, thanks to her making the Olympic team, she had licked the pussies of the hottest female athletes in the world.
Mohini knew she should be concerned about her sexual dead end, but the feeling that something new was just around the bend intermingled with it and relaxed her.
“Screw it, I’m going to bed,” she decided and laid her head down next to the snoozing Amy Acuff and soon was asleep.
Next: Closing (legs) ceremonies.
(Feedback appreciated, you can send it to gregg777us@yahoo.com)