“Three, two, one…cheezu!” Alicia. D moved closer to her brother Borja, and both held up their medals for the camera.  

“To the Domenechs, only the third set of twins to both win an Olympic medal on a single day!”

“To the team Espana!”

Alicia’s arms were so tired that it was an effort to lift her drink. She had crossed the line in the women’s rowing just half an hour before watching her brother triumph from the stands. 

They had grown up in the water and taken up rowing at school. Sibling rivalry propelled them to both reach for the top and now they had made it all the way to the podium. She felt fantastic. Whatever happened in her life from then on, an Olympic medal was something that no-one could ever take away from her. 

The Spanish rowing teams spent the whole evening together. They would never drink like that normally, but they’d earned the right to let their hair down. Borja had begun a story that was making everyone laugh.

“One of the American guys told me about a new challenge today. It’s called the Olympic Omnium badge. To win, you have to have sex with someone from every country in the world!”

There was laughter around the table.

“Impossible!” someone cried. 

“No, no, three people claim to have done it” cried Borja, reading from his mobile, “All men. An American sprinter, a French swimmer and a German javelin thrower all claim to have slept with every representative country at the games!”

“There’s no way!”

“I don’t believe it!” said Alicia firmly, “Suppose you got all the countries together for the games. Ok, sleeping with two hundred people would be do-able. But every country? Some of the teams are only one person. A lot come from Conservative Islamic cultures. Even if you met a Saudi, they’d almost certainly be married and unseducable!”

“Everyone is seduceable,” muttered Borja.

“When did they allegedly do this?” Alicia asked.

“Errr…1970 and 1974.”

“Boy, the breakup of the Soviet Union won’t have gone down well with them!” Alicia joked, “That added about fifteen new countries!”

“I imagine it went down very well with them; they’re obviously nymphomaniacs!” chuckled Borja.

“Why would you want to have so much sex?” Alicia wondered, “Nationality is no guarantee of quality. You’d probably have about fifty good lays, fifty bad ones, and like a hundred and ten mediocre ones.”

“It’d be fun to try though!” said Borja, thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” Alicia giggled, “Come to think of it, I might…”

“Not you!” Borja roared with laughter, pointing at his sister, “Don’t even think about it!”

The party broke up soon after, with everyone helpless with giggles at the idea of the Olympic omnium badge.

Alicia went back to her room and showered again, hoping to sober up and ease her aching limbs. Thinking back on the day and still glowing from the belly laughs of the party, she crawled into bed and fell asleep. And she had perhaps the strangest dream of her life.

*

She dreamed she was on her back. In fact, she was naked. She realised that there was a man inside her, but she didn’t recognise him. He had a well-groomed beard and thick, curly hair.

The pillow was delightfully soft beneath her head. The man was kissing her neck gently, his chest pressed to hers, and his right palm was caressing her bare thigh.

“So, am I your first Egyptian guy?” the man asked.

“You ARE my first Egyptian guy,” she murmured.

“You’re my first Spaniard,” he replied with a smile, “And if they are all as beautiful as you, hopefully not the last!”

Alicia smiled, enjoying the compliment and the movement between her legs, which she now lifted to enjoy deeper penetration. Grasping the back of her thighs, she encouraged the man to speed up. Her knees were starting to shake in the air. His cock was just the right size for her, moving smoothly up and down like a piston. Alicia pinched her nipples and closed her eyes. She was coming! 

“Hey…what’s your name?” she whispered.

“Can’t tell you…married!” he gasped.

Alicia raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes. But deep down, she felt a flash of guilt. When she’d decided to take on the omnium challenge, she’d not considered the impact it could have on the men. Or, indeed, their partners.   

When the married Egyptian had come and gone, Alicia wrapped a towel around her body and got out of bed. She walked to the writing desk with the mirror and opened the top drawer. From inside, she pulled out the Olympics wall chart and a marker pen. Scanning the list of competing nations down to E, she unscrewed the marker pen and drew a thick line through “Egypt.”

Spain and France were already ticked off from her regular love life. Three down. Two hundred and three to go. 

*

Alicia watched Yuto pull his pants down, enjoying the sight of his fit naked body. She was stroking her clitoris and lying naked on the bed. 

“I love these Olympic condoms,” the Japanese beach volleyball star said, rolling one onto his penis, “They fit like a glove. It’s like I’m not wearing one.”

“They taste nice too!” Alicia giggled, blushing. Yuto laughed. 

“Well, since you don’t mind…” he stepped forward and stood by the side of the bed.

Alicia rolled over and took his cock into her mouth. 

“So how’s the challenge going?” Yuto asked, his hands on his head and his eyes closed as she sucked him.

“Great thanks! But it’s a marathon, not a sprint!”

“What are you up to?” Alicia pulled gently on his cock and applied some suction, then replied.

“A hundred and twenty-two!”

“Wow! All guys?”

“Mostly, but no. Twenty-three have been women.”

“Who was the best lay so far?” 

There was a clear winner to answer that question, and she said so.

“I had an amazing threesome with two swimmers, from Canada and the US. They were the last ones before I advertised that I was going for it. They applied together. I said yes. It was fantastic! They lasted all night. I came about six times!”

She did not mention that her neighbours had complained about the noise the next day. 

“What did they look like?” 

“Greg was completely hairless, like a muscular egg. Alan had short blonde hair. And gorgeous green eyes.”

Alicia, having decided to do the omnium challenge, had found it hard going at first. She’d slept with guys from the biggest teams easily enough. There was John from Britain, Alan and Greg from America and Canada, Josh from Australia. Xu Long from China, who sadly had turned out to be anything but long.

But where did you go to meet someone from Eritrea? Where the hell was Kyrygzstan anyway?

She had decided to go loud and proud. She had posted on insta, on tik-tok and local dating apps. 

“I’m seeking men and women from around the world for casual sex. All ethnicities and nationalities are welcome. There is only one rule: protection must be worn. No exceptions.”

Offers had flooded in. 

Pierre, from Suriname, came all over Alicia’s face. Phillip, from the Solomon Islands, told her he had been named after the late Queen Elizabeth’s husband, and that was all she remembered about him. Leopold, from the Congo, took her from behind in the shower. Carrie, from Ireland, ate Alicia’s pussy for more than two hours. She hadn’t expected much from Cambodian Pol, but he turned out to be a skilled and sensitive lover. There was a man from Bahrain whose name she never even knew.

Threesomes were, of course, the secret to quick completion. Her roll call began to read like a draw for the main event. Iran will join with…Andorra. Venezuela will meet with…Barbados. 

After she had passed the one hundred and twenty sexual partners mark, her memories were a blur of bare chests, erect penises and naked bottoms. She could only remember about twenty names at one time. 

She’d soon ticked off the entirety of South America and most of the Caribbean. Africa was proving the biggest challenge. Many of the nations had only brought small teams, so the pickings were slim. To bag a South Sudanese, she’d resorted to a guy who wasn’t competing at all, but was the official team photographer.

“Just so you know, I’m picturing you taking it from those two guys now. It’s fucking hot!”

Alicia giggled and went down on Yuto for thirty more seconds. She pursed her lips tightly around his shaft and drew upwards to the tip and then he began to gasp.

“So who has had the biggest cock?” Yuto asked quietly.

“So far? A Mongolian wrestler. He was all meat and no potatoes, though.”

Yuto’s cock was bang average in size, but he looked as good naked as any of the men she’d had. She was hot for him.

She wanted some attention herself now, so she left off sucking Yuto and pulled him by the hand towards her onto the bed. She opened her legs. Yuto slipped inside her with ease, and she leaned up to kiss him as he began to move. The penis felt nice, and when she pressed her lips to his neck, she liked his scent. Her vagina was getting wetter and, when she closed her eyes and thought back on the mighty event of the threesome, she grew wetter still.

She’d met Yuto for a gym session-cum-date. He’d written to her offering to take part in her omnium rush, but it turned out they had rather a lot of chemistry. Yuto had beautiful teeth and a great sense of humour. 

Yuto pulled out and Alicia took to her hands and knees. When Yuto had re-entered her, she felt him gripping one buttock, and then he ran his other hand along her back and took hold of her ponytail. Pulling on it gently, Yuto began pumping her from behind. Alicia’s neck was arched back, stretched seemingly to breaking point as Yuto pulled her hair. He’d angled his cock perfectly, brushing her clit, reaching for her g-spot. The bed was shaking. Alicia was on the brink of orgasm. She closed her eyes, wanting to picture the sexy memory of the threesome. 

But instead of seeing the hot swimmers fucking her, she saw Yuto smiling on their date and holding her hand…she orgasmed at once at the happy memory, a great sunburst of joy within her, like the surge of pride and happiness she had felt when she was announced on the Olympic podium to great public applause. 

When the moment had passed, Alicia realised what she had come up against. Fucking a guy from every country without feelings was entirely possible. 

But what happened when you met one you actually liked? Now, in the throes of sex, she wondered if, perhaps, she wanted to call it a day and stick with him. 

“Oh, iku! Iku! Iku!” cried Yuto, falling back to his native language in the throes of ecstasy. Alicia felt his cock jerk fiercely upwards and then shrivel rapidly. He couldn’t see it, but she smiled. Japan had stepped up to the gold medal podium. 

Yuto withdrew and lay beside her, wrapping his arm around her neck and drawing her close. 

“You’re very sexy, Alicia,” Yuto whispered, kissing her neck as he stroked her body gently with his fingers, “I hope this isn’t our only time together.”

“You’re sexy too,” she whispered back, meaning it. 

She wanted to say, “No, Yuto, I’ll quit the challenge. Let’s just enjoy each other from now on.” But something stopped her. Was it that she’d come this far and didn’t want to quit? 

The next day, by pre-arrangement, she had sex with Nomu from Papua New Guinea in the morning. After a four-hour break for her rowing training, there was Jorge from Denmark in the afternoon and a threesome with Jakub and Mohammed, from Somalia and Ethiopia respectively, in the evening. 

But when those guys had gone, and she was lying alone in her bed, Alicia picked up her phone and messaged Yuto. 

“Come over.”

He was there in fifteen minutes. She hugged him, and there was warmth in the way he held her. 

“Can we just hang out tonight?” she said.

“Sure.”

They went for a meal and walked for a while along the Seine. Alicia reached over and took his hand, and they walked in silence for a while.

“I had sex with four different guys today,” she said suddenly. “And it was nice. I had some orgasms. But this is what I wanted at the end of the day.”

Yuto didn’t speak for a minute. They walked along the river, watching other families and couples out for an evening perambulation.

“Alicia, if you do this, if you make it with every country, you’ll have done something no woman has ever done before, not in all of human history. I understand that impulse. It’s the same impulse that got me all the way to the Olympics. But I won’t hide that I like you. I hope there might be more between us, and that, long term, obviously I wouldn’t want my partner sleeping with four guys a day, any more than you’d want a serious boyfriend doing the same.”     

“Of course not,” she said quickly, “But now I’ve set my heart on this…”

Just then, an idea popped into her head.

“You are welcome to join me for any encounter you like,” she said hopefully, “But I want to finish the game.”

“I’ll think about it,” was all Yuto said, and there the conversation ended.

Amid all this, there was still the training and the competition preparation. Sometimes, Alicia was so tired after her practice that she wanted to do anything but have sex. All she had the energy for was to lie down. But she’d a record to break, bookings to fulfil, and when else did she imagine she’d have the chance to fuck a guy from Lesotho? 

The one dark spot was that her brother wasn’t talking to her. He’d heard about what she was doing, of course. Borja wasn’t happy with the dirty names his sister was being called online, but the distraction from the sport was worse, in his eyes.

“You trained for your whole life, and this is how you spend your time at the Olympics?” he raged, “One shot at glory and you’re throwing it all away because you can’t keep your legs closed!”

What he didn’t get, she thought, as she rode Zakaria from Algeria’s cock, was that many, many women had Olympic medals. It would be fantastic to have one, for sure. 

But she would literally be the first woman in history to get laid with someone from every country. Billions of women had lived across time and she, Alicia Domenech, was going to do something no woman had ever done.

Zakaria was a runner. He had a hairless chest and smooth brown skin. He was wiry, muscular, and young—only nineteen. He was nearly five years younger than her. 

“Why are you doing this?” he asked her.

Alicia shrugged, rocking forward and bracing herself on his chest.

“It’s fun to meet so many people and…I like sex.”

“In my country, women who sleep with many men are unmarriable. We see them as no better than prostitutes.”

Alicia frowned, annoyed even as she felt her pleasure surge. Zakaria’s cock was feeling good.

“I’m doing it because I want to,” she said irritably.

“Ok. Not my business.”

Zakaria barely said another word, but he stayed hard for another hour. There was cowgirl and doggy style and missionary. 

Finally, they lay on their sides. Zakaria’s hands were wrapped around her, fondling her breasts. Her right leg was raised high, and his cock was thrusting deep into her. Alicia closed her eyes, wished it was Yuto, and came.

When Zakaria had left, however, his words hung dully in her head. No-one would reasonably call a woman who had had two partners a slut. The very term slut was, arguably, a male construct opposed to female sexual liberation. In modern Spanish society, ten or so was generally considered quite acceptable.

But even Alicia had to concede that a hundred and eighty-four, her current tally, was…a lot. Deep down, she knew she wouldn’t find many people, male or female, who had been with that many partners. Was she nothing more than a nymphomaniac? A narcissistic harlot who devoured men for gratification? Perhaps there was an issue in her life she had left unresolved that she was trying to plug with sex?

The next day, she called Yuto and spent the next three nights with him. 

“You’re on a hundred and eighty-four. You’ve got sixteen to make the double century, then seven more. What was it all for if you give up now?”

“Part of me thinks that. But I…want to see…if you and I could work. So…Yuto, I’ll give it up for you.”

There was a long silence.

“You said I could join you,” said Yuto slowly, “I’d like to try sharing you with other guys. I want to see if we can make it too. And your challenge. I can help you over the line.” 

“I’m booked in with a Belorussian wrestler, a female sprinter from St. Lucia and a Namibian marathon runner tomorrow.”

“Then let’s get it on!”

An hour later, with Alicia fully satisfied, she pulled the condom off of Yuto’s penis. She took his cock in her hand and began to jerk.

“Oh, that feels great!” he murmured. 

She flexed her muscles, grasping his penis firmer than ever. She watched Yuto’s cock, but then her eyes caught her own bicep. It looked great. Her arm muscles were flexed and taut, building strength as she squeezed and jiggled the penis. Her veins were bulging from the effort. This was actually…quite good exercise. Especially for a rower. She switched arms. Immediately, her right arm ceased to burn and her left went to work. Her coach was always telling her to work on her left arm strength. Her muscles tingled and…

Alicia’s dream shifted. She was on the brink of waking. There were a few more men, their faces poised inches above hers. One was white, one black, one Asian. Yuto’s beautiful teeth…she was rowing, rowing for her life, and the strength the hand-jobs had given her was making a difference. Shaking all those cocks had given her a boost in strength. She was going to win! Borja was applauding as she stood on the medal podium, but was it for rowing? 

No. It was a gold medal for completing the Omnium badge, a gold medal for sex. She had done it. She had had sex with people from every corner of the globe. A combination of living in a globalised society and social media had made it possible and she…she’d practiced long and…Iraq was the last…he’d been…

*

She woke up. 

The sun was streaming into Alicia’s room. So it had all been a dream. She hadn’t become an international nymphomaniac at all. Her body count remained at a staid three. She laughed at the silliness of the dream that the alcohol, the talk of the ridiculous omnium challenge and the emotions of the medal win had inspired.

Alicia showered, dressed and headed for the canteen in the Olympic village. Breakfast was being doled out. As she sloped step by step towards the food, the man in front of her in the queue turned and smiled. He had lovely white teeth. His tracksuit had the logo of Team Japan and the flag of the rising sun on the right breast.

“Hi,” he said in English, “I’m Yuto!”.