Medicine by mouth : Part 2 - Oral Olympics

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked, her eyes striving to find the camera of whoever had spoken as she lunged forward.

The event organizers had known how much this segment of the festivities would be enjoyed, so there was no rush. After the flag-bearers had drunk their fill, each of the remaining girls got to spend at least five minutes with their school’s assigned moose. Even Ms. Anderson joined in at the end, working the animal until she too, like Kim and couple of others (including Brooke), received a well-deserved drink.

“We’d better head back to the hotel,” she finally said, standing up, wiping her lips with her finger and sucking it, and then straightening her dark-rimmed glasses. And the girls quietly followed her. With the time change, it seemed past 2 PM to them; and, though excited, they all were tired. Luckily, the girls all would have a chance to sleep in until 10 or so, because the organizers had foreseen the delays that the moose and reindeer invariably would cause and decided not to begin competitions until noon of the first day of competition.

On the way back to the hotel, the driver of the chartered bus that the school had been given specifically drove through the red light district, so all the girls and their parents could get a quick peek at where many of the girls would be spending lots of their time in the evenings over the next couple of weeks. Several girls from the other schools already were working, apparently because they had no competitions the next day.

“Don’t worry,” Kim’s dad told his daughter, seeing the girl’s look of longing. “You’ll start up in a couple of days.”

At the huge hotel that was to house most of the teams visiting from afar, it was decided that the girls would share rooms, and whatever parents who came would have rooms separate from them at a second hotel across the street, so that the girls would “build a sense of increased comradery and focus better on the competitions”. Looking for any advantage they could, some teams had come up with schemes to enhance the girls’ chances. Seeing an opportunity for profit, the small store in the lobby had ordered in a huge supply of rubber cocks for girls to practice on, as well as a large array of cock gags, some with single hard rubber cocks and others with two, facing opposite directions. They couldn’t have ordered enough. As soon as one team saw them, ALL the teams wanted them, so the girls could all have their throats stretched and gag reflexes trained while they slept. Ms. Anderson discovered the store after all the single cocks had been sold; but, luckily, there still were several of the longer 2-cock gags left. So that night, Kim and Brooke slept together their faces secured together through the conjoined 6-inch rubber cock gags each girl had plunged down her throat and secured with thick leather straps around her head. Ms. Anderson helped the girls by locking the straps in place with a key, and then went off to her own room where she slept all night with the real cock of a male escort she’d ordered through the yellow pages down her own throat.

Kim and Brooke hardly slept, they were so excited.

“Hgggghhhhhggggggxxxxkkkk?” Brooke asked Kim.

“Hggggxxxxhhggggkkkksssxxxxxxx!” Kim gurgled back.

And so on.

Adding to their excitement were the pink (Kim) and purple (Brooke) butt plugs Ms. Anderson had shoved up each of their asses to keep them from pooping into their panties during the night (so she said), and the shackles securing their hands behind their backs. The butt plugs felt nice. Best yet, of course, is that as soon as their mouth gags came out in the morning, those butt gags were to replace them, Kim’s going straight into Brooke’s mouth, and vice versa. They could hardly wait for their morning taste treat.

As it turns out, Ms. Anderson arrived a bit late. The escort she’d hired for the night turned out to be a gay transvestite dominatrix, who quickly stripped down to black panties, garters and heels, called five of his friends and told them to come on over, and made the poor teacher sleep on her knees, wearing black bikini panties and a skimpy bra they brought her, her wrists and ankles shackled together, while these 6 men in drag and make-up alternated furiously fucking her throat with cocks that invariably had come straight out of each others’ assholes. As if that weren’t enough, come 8 a.m., they happily informed her that she’d ‘won’ a free extra hour, during which time they continued fucking her mouth like dogs in heat. And then they left, leaving her with her hands still securely shackled behind her back.

The good news is that it removed all debate as to what she was going to wear for the first day’s competition. With no key to remove the shackles, she had to drop to her knees and use her mouth to open the door to get out of her hotel room, and her forehead to knock on the girls’ doors. The first room she came to was that of Kim and Brooke, where she was able to use her teeth holding a key to undo Brooke’s shackles, and Brooke removed Kim’s. Kim happily accepted Brooke’s butt plug into her mouth. But both girls thought it would be really cute if Ms. Anderson had to do the rest of her rounds with Kim’s in her mouth.

As it turns out, all the girls had a good laugh seeing Ms. Anderson struggling to do everything she had to do, in her black satin underwear and 3-inch heels, her wrists behind her back, her glasses on, and her mouth plugged. On the bus, Ms. Anderson sat in the front next to the bus driver, and mumbled from time to time. When the bus arrived at the designated meeting area a few minutes early, the bus driver had Ms. A. drop to her knees and blow him, which she did happily, relieved to finally have the big shitty plug out of her mouth. But everyone on the bus laughed after he emptied his load into her mouth and replaced the butt plug.

On that first day of competition, Kim, Brooke, Ms. Anderson and ALL the girls of St. George’s were to be kept busy. Among them, Kim and Stephanie were in equestrian long-distance events; Brooke and Katie were in canine sprints; and Ms. Anderson was to be in deep throat endurance. Kim had entered herself into all 7 ultra-long distance events the 2 weeks had to offer... 24 hour BJ marathons for men, horses and dogs; a 24 hour ass-to-mouth marathon; long-distance deep throat competitions for men and horses; and a 24-hour oral toilet marathon.

Since she’d be with horses for the next 24 hours, and because she couldn’t wait to try prostituting herself as soon as she rested up for a couple of hours once this first event was over, Kim wore jeans today... the tightest blue jeans she possibly could struggle into, to go with hot pink satin bikini panties, hot pink 3-inch spike heels, and her pink Blowjobs: 25¢ each t-shirt. Her mom had shown up to help her with her make-up, so she truly bore absolutely no resemblance to the conservative girl most people usually thought of her as. In fact, she looked every bit the street whore... through and through.

“Perfect!” Mom said, taking a few pictures of Kim with her Dad just before Ms. Anderson returned to signal (mumbling through her butt plug) for everyone to head down to the bus. Stephanie had dressed similarly... except, instead of tight jeans, she wore skin-tight, white shorts and a little less make-up.

Now, at the Olympic stables, Kim looked around at all the competition: more than 50 girls who’d soon be in a race to see how many of the big fellows they could finish off in 24 hours. Among them, understandably, was JoAnne G, who was sweet enough to go around to every other girl and wish them luck.

“How many inches can you stuff down?” one girl asked JoAnne excitedly.

JoAnne laughed. “My official record is 31 inches; but I usually don’t care. I just stuff every cock as far down as it will go.”

Each girl got to do a 2-horse warm up, to stretch her jaws and get her rhythm. Unlike JoAnne, Kim and Stephanie, MOST of the girls had never done a horse before. Their school had just needed volunteers for this competition, and they’d offered or been selected. Because of this, Kim felt confident that (even though gold was unquestionably going to JoAnne) she, herself, could win a medal... possibly even silver. Wouldn’t everyone at home be proud if Kim and Stephanie BOTH won something in this first huge event!

Kim had hoped that she would be positioned next to Stephanie in the large equestrian stadium, so the two girls could watch each other in action. That didn’t happen. But Kim WAS positioned next to JoAnne, who again wore one of her ‘panty suits’ (this time, an orange half sweater, white double-layer satin bikini panties (that double layer of satin felt so good to the touch), and black spike heels). Kim saw being next to JoAnne as a HUGE advantage. She’d use JoAnne’s torrid pace to drive her own.

At one minute before noon, every girl was kneeling in place, Kim in front of a huge white buck named, interestingly enough, Silver. Perhaps this was an omen.

“On your mark,” a voice called out over the loud speaker.

Kim leaned forward.

Ten seconds... nine... eight... seven... six...”

Kim opened her mouth in anticipation, her eyes quickly finding her Mom and Dad in the front row of the stands, both looking so proud.

“Five... four... three... two... one...”

The gun went off and Kim lunged forward to drive Silver as far into her mouth as possible. And then she did what she’d done thousands of times back at home. She slowly slide her mouth back and forth, while supporting the challenge before her with two hands and then, as it grew hard, with just one... her mouth never faltering.

Hundreds of cameras captured her terrific start. And, on TV stations around the world, commentators commented on her wonderful form, her gorgeous little ass, and her long blonde hair and sweet face, predicting that this girl, with her flawless form, most certainly must be considered an early favourite for a medal. Sure enough, within 7 minutes, she had swallowed her first load and her second challenge was being quickly moved into position. After one hour, JoAnne led with 11 swallows; but Kim was second with a very respectable 8 and Stephanie was not far behind, tied for 3rd with 7. Twenty three hours to go, and Kim couldn’t wait to enjoy every single second of it.

Brooke and Katie were in an entirely different event... canine sprints... where the emphasis was not so much on endurance as on controlling your gag reflex as 20 animals were led forward for each girl. Great Danes were the animals of choice, all hoisted into position by placing them on angled ramps, with the girls kneeling in an open space running down the middle of each ramp. Made from a sturdy but fully transparent plastic, the girls remained relatively visible, down to their asses, knees and shoes, despite being in the middle of the ramp. But the main focus was their throats. Girls gagging and pulling back as the animals pumped away invariably would slow the beasts down. And, since each girl had her hands secured behind her back, it could take time for a girl who pulled back to latch her mouth on again. The secret to success was... Don’t pull back... no matter what.

Luckily, both Katie and Brooke had practiced with dogs at home. And, given all their horse experience, both girls had long since learned to control their gag reflex. They also both felt they had a chance to win something. And both were determined to have tons of fun trying.

Where JoAnne G. had been the celebrity cocksucker in the equestrian event, the dog event had Dr. Snow’s daughter, Natalie, who was introduced as such and as “perhaps the second most famous professional whore in the world after JoAnne G.” Fully committed to “30 blowjobs a day at all costs,” Natalie had arrived at the event having flown in from Los Angeles after more than 1300 consecutive days working the streets, and had blown every one of the 43 adult males on her flight. She still wore her street ‘uniform’... unbelievably tight jeans that were old and a little torn, but still amazingly sexy... a baby blue brassier and matching satin panties, and black 3-inch spike heels. On this day, her mom was in the crowd watching her, Dr. Snow’s own first event not starting until the next day.

Brooke and Katie both wore jeans with their pink heels and t-shirts; and both looked great. The St. George principal, Mr. Tanner, and his wife were on hand to watch and cheer both girls on, but especially their daughter Katie. Mr. Stanner had his video camera trained right on Katie as the final seconds ticked down.

“Three... two... one...”

And the gun went off. The first of eight heats of the first round had started. If Katie and Brooke survived this round, by 8 that evening they’d be in the second round, with 24 girls left (6 per heat). The semi-finals would be at 10 tomorrow morning, with the finals in the afternoon. As Brooke and Katie felt their throats being repeatedly rammed by rigid rods, they both bobbed their heads forward in time, to drive the cocks even further down their throats... something they’d learned by reading one of JoAnne’s G.s many books, and seen work back at home.

Brooke finished her 20 off in one hour 43 minutes to place first in her heat. Katie was right behind in second, finishing in one hour 48 minutes. Both were moving on.