Medicine by mouth : Part 3 - Best Cocksucker competition

Brooke had experimented with many different styles over the school year, but had definitely decided that she liked being a gagger. She quickly established her throat as the fuck organ of choice, so long as the man was long enough... and these 10 men before her certainly fit THAT bill. She liked being throat fucked, though she managed to elevate her tongue so that it did slide along the underside of each man’s shaft. She’d thrust the man’s cock down her throat 5 or so times in rapid succession, and then hold it in her throat for several seconds, before slowly and deliberately sliding back, her tongue now coming into more contact with the man’s shaft.

Having blown at least 30 men every day since the school year had started in addition to school work, as part of her involvement in the Semen For Women Study (except on those days she was assigned horses), she’d become quite efficient at bringing men to climax. The amazingly sexy shorts she wore every day (even on milder days in the winter) had helped with this. She had taken hundreds of cocks up her ass too, prior to finishing them up in her mouth; and somehow, even wearing shorts, this was evident. Yes, the two judges who eyed her as paid entertainment for the evening both intended to play ass-to-mouth with this sexy, blonde schoolgirl.

Brooke didn’t just use her throat like this... she sometimes closed her lips down on the shaft to create real suction; and sometimes moved her entire face over to the side of the shaft, so that the cock went from left to right (or right to left) in her mouth, the piss-hole peering out one side, using her tongue and sliding it back and forth, sideways, along the shaft. But then she returned the cockhead to her mouth and started sucking and throating it again. With this technique, she easily finished all 10 men off in the allotted time, finishing just over a minute early. She knew, however, to not just give up there, taking that last shrinking cock back into her mouth for the last 60 or so seconds to give that man a little bit more ecstasy. The judges, by now, had grown to expect big things from the girls at St. George’s, and Brooke had not disappointed. They gave her an overall score of 97.4%, just ahead of Stacey and in first place so far.

Katie and Stephanie followed later, and similarly posted high scores (96.2% and 96.9%, respectively); as did Melanie, the girl from New Brunswick, who scored 96.7%. This round, Kim was the last St. George’s girl to go, and everyone expected huge things from her. She’d decided, like Brooke, to leave no doubt she’d be prostituting herself that night, but wanted also to demonstrate her uniquely formal dressing style. So she wore black pants, a lavender satin blouse and broad, black heels, but also a naughtily-sexy chain belt and pink and lavender make-up similar to Brooke’s (the two friends had helped each other in the mirror that morning, in fact). As she kneeled there, her bum resting on her shoes as she waited for the whistle, she looked amazingly sexy... yes, formally dressed; but also yes, DEFINITELY a slut. Her parents watched from front row seats, beaming with pride .

Finally, the whistle blew and Kim slowly leaned forward. Kim’s style was different from Brooke’s in several respects. First, she was a deep gagger... not just content to have cocks fuck the back of her throat, she wanted to slowly slide cocks all the way down her throat like JoAnne. Her head movement also was slower and more controlled, tilting her head right and left and up and down with every plunge, both going in and coming back out. In fact, her head was always moving, except when she went all the way deep and used her tongue to tickle the underside of the man’s bone. Her eyes remained wide open throughout, watching everything... her man’s face... the cameras... the judges... her parents. Sometimes, she went deep and held there, while rolling her head right and left, creating a very unique sensation for the men. This definitely impressed the judges, as it was quite distinct. As did the men’s visible ecstasy. The 10 men’s faces almost seemed tortured by it, the tingling in their cocks so great. When they shot their loads into the young blonde’s mouth, it was as if an explosion went off inside them. Several men almost fell down from the initial jerk.

There was no doubt about it... young Kim Henry was definitely on her way to becoming the next JoAnne G. And the overall score she received reflected this: 99.1%. Mom laughed with excitement and jokingly called Kim her ‘golden girl’, though Dad told Mom to not count her chickens before they’re hatched. But, as Kim was on her knees pleasing him at the time, he said this breathlessly and then moaned aloud himself. Whatever the result, Kim was HIS golden girl too, and not just because she drank all his piss.

After a fun night blowing dozens and dozens of strange men in a downtown alley, Kim, Brooke and the others all returned to the huge stadium to watch the Intermediates and Seniors. Of course, with more than 50,000 in the stands to watch this historic event, most of what people saw was on the huge video screens scattered all along the sidelines on all four sides of the field. With 63 Intermediates and 46 Masters due to compete that day and the next, at 6 different stations, there was going to be LOTS of wonderful stuff to watch.

The Olympic organizers proved they had a sense of humour, allowing Kaitlin the reporter (in her traditional pant suit – on this day, white pants and a blue satin blouse with black heels, and a white jacket she quickly discarded) to announce the start of the day’s competition, and then driving her down to her knees to announce the rest of the competition with an endless series of cocks in her mouth. Her ‘official’ short programme would be at about 11:30 AM; when they’d give her a ‘break’ for 50 minutes to actually be evaluated, before shoving further cocks down her throat as part of the day’s entertainment. But, for now, she announced:

“Hmmm hmmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm... hggggghhhhhhxxxxx... hggggggghhhhhhhxxxxx... hgggggggghhhhhhxxxxxxxxxxxxxx” she said into her microphone.

Natalie Snow was on everyone’s radar, of course, and dropped to her knees on the centre stage at around 10:15. Her style was different than Brooke’s or Stacey’s or Kim’s, in that she had worked for a pimp for five years now, who had constantly reinforced to her that, on the street, “time is money”. So she tended to be more deliberate than many others, her pace a bit faster. She slid each and every cock down her throat over and over and over, her head rapidly changing angles and tilts and her nose bumping into her man’s belly with each and every thrust. In many ways, her style was much less sensual than that of a girl like Kim; on the other hand, her years of work servicing dozens and dozens of men every day had taught her what JoAnne and few others really knew, how to feel what a man needed and wanted with her mouth. And so, what she lacked in aesthetics (though she was gorgeously cute and again was dressed in stretch jeans so tight they went right up her crack), she made up by bringing every man to a state of almost panicked ecstasy within 20 to 30 seconds and keeping him there until his cock erupted several minutes later.

Like JoAnne, she always received a huge payload of cum for her excellent work, and yet none leaked out of her mouth and she swallowed everything. So, though her artistic marks may have been a little down relative to some front runners, her technique marks were high and the pleasure marks awarded her by all five men were 10.0’s. Consequently, she quickly established her short programme score as the one to aspire to, at 98.4%.

Kaitlin the reporter was a bit tired from three hours of constant mouth fucking by the time her “50 minutes in the sun” came around. But the judges acknowledged this and ended up being very impressed by Kaitlin’s technique; and by her reluctance to put down her microphone (which everyone again found very cute). Some of her 10 men’s excitement no doubt arose from the knowledge of porking the mouth and throat of a TV news reporter, especially while on the air... nonetheless, the ten perfect pleasure scores she received from them definitely helped her cause, so that she ended up with a very respectable 97.3% score.

Xeina showed up looking even sexier than she had the day before. Today, this gorgeous, dark-haired accountant’s receptionist wore light gray dress pants, again with a single back flap pocket (kind of a signature thing for her), a white blouse and black heels, and looked gorgeous. With her on her knees waiting to begin, her ass looked so unbelievable, she had all 10 men, all three male judges, and most men in the audience with hard-ons before she even started.

Like Natalie Snow, Xeina had worked as a prostitute... but she’d been mostly a high-class call girl, working fancy hotels and even conferences. She felt to need to rush. She also looked so gorgeous in the tight pants she always wore, she had no doubt that she could have any man shooting his load within five minutes, if that’s what she wanted. Here, she needed that, but felt no need to hasten her typical, slow sensual style. She was all about aesthetics, often having sucked men off in front of huge hotel mirrors, and even made a couple of amateur porn films.

She sucked... she licked... she deep throated... she held it in her throat... she purred quietly... she was art in motion. No wonder that, while waiting for her score, she found herself with one of the judge’s cocks in her mouth. He just couldn’t resist, and who could blame him?

Her score of 91.1% and first place over Natalie Snow in the second stage was a surprise, but DEFINITELY deserved. And it prompted people to think that, despite Natalie’s clearly superior score in the compulsory round, Xeina was an undeniable threat to take gold, if she proved as talented in the final stage of the competition as she had today. People expected a dog fight. Or maybe, a horse fight, since Xeina herself admitted that horses were her weak link. The question on everyone’s mind was: could Xeina put the same kind of aesthetic sensuality into her time with horses and dogs as she had with her men?

The Masters round was equally impressive, with numerous women obviously having had years of experience. Dr. Snow was a huge fan favourite, because of all she’d done to promote cock-sucking worldwide. But it all came down to JoAnne, whom the Olympic organizers had wisely chosen to go last.

Suffice it to say that JoAnne outdid herself... no girl could ever compete with her tremendous diversity and skill at cock-sucking. She again coasted to a perfect 100% score. And, no sooner had she received her marks than all three judges surrounded her with their cocks out.

And, no sooner had they gathered round than more men started to gather around JoAnne. Soon, the stands were emptied of men, as more than 30,000 of them flooded onto the field to be orally serviced by JoAnne and girls like Kim, Brooke, Katie, Stephanie, Stacey, Melanie, Xeina, and Dr. and Natalie Snow, as well as at least 100 other female competitors who’d been on hand to admire JoAnne at work. And men who couldn’t reach one of these girls were happily accepted into the mouths of dozens and dozens and dozens of girls who hadn’t entered into any competition, but just happened to be on hand. One mother pushed all three of her teenage daughters down onto their knees to join in the festivities. No one asked them how old they were... they all had breasts and looked amazing in jeans and with cocks in their mouths and that was good enough.

The Olympic organizers had emphasized from the outset that these Oral Olympics would be just like the real Olympics, in terms of facilities and organization and level of competition and entertainment. These were serious games. But they also emphasized the fun of the entire 16 days. So, in keeping with this, they decided to post-pone the next day of competition to allow for a full day “of just fun sucking across the city”. Let the Olympics go to a 17th day... no worries!

JoAnne and the girls worked round the clock. Kim and Brooke and some others who’d been committed to an evening of prostitution eventually made it downtown to work the streets, but over 200 girls remained in the stadium, competitors and non-competitors, to suck any and all men who requested it. The three teenage sisters had blown 5 cocks between them before this day had begun... much to their Mom’s chagrin. But soon, Mom could boast that her girls had each blown at least one hundred... and counting. And no one could doubt her because of all the TV coverage the heart-warming story of three teenage sisters sucking all these strangers’ cocks side by side generated.

But, best of all, all through the city, girls dropped to their knees to get into the spirit of the Games. Every corner, every store, every mall, every park... even at schools, there were pretty young women and teenage girls pretending to be JoAnne. Among them, Kim, Brooke, Katie, Stephanie and the other St. George girls, and many girls from other schools in the Olympics stayed downtown all through the next day, kneeling right amid busy sidewalks taking care of any man who stopped. The police didn’t say a word, other than to help direct traffic to keep things from getting too snarled up, and occasionally taking a break for a well-deserved blowjob themselves.

It was, in some ways, the most fun the city had ever had, and a real heart-warming show for the entire world. Everyone was nice to each other. There were no frustrations. No prejudice. No racism. No jealousy. For these 24 hours, if your best friend wanted to pork the hell out of your girlfriend’s throat, you just laughed and told him to “have at it.” Black men who’d always wanted to fuck the throat of a blonde girl just stepped into line; and blonde guys who’d wanted to fuck the face of a pretty black girl did likewise. The girls loved it too, because they’d often fantasized about their boyfriend’s best friends or men of other races, and now could enjoy the fantasy.

Finally, as the evening wore down, the competitors in the Best Cock-Sucker Competition found their way back to their hotels. At least for the Juniors, the longest and most gruelling stage was to start at 8:00 AM the very next morning.

Everyone else could hardly wait to see it.

While all this was going on, it was not that the rest of the competitions had stopped. A lovely blonde Swedish schoolgirl named Elsa had totally mopped up in the Junior ass-to-mouth marathon, during which, for 24 solid hours, she was constantly plugged up the ass AND in the mouth, both at the same time, one man pounding her shit chute until her mouth became available, and then immediately stepping up to be blown while being replaced by another. On hands and knees in her school uniform, her panties down around her knees, she managed to blow 213 men. Then, 4 days later, she and her twin sister, Hanna, competed in the ass-to-other-mouth marathon, where both girls were plugged at both ends, but men switched girls going from ass to mouth... and again won gold. Two St. George’s girls, a brunette named Tracy and a redhead named Marie, came a very respectable fifth, slowed only by Marie’s untimely bout of diarrhoea, which made her a bit tender and Tracy a little bit tentative every time the cock waiting for her was soiled. Under the circumstances, fifth place was definitely something to be proud of.

It was the Japanese who generally dominated all the piss drinking events; for example, winning gold in the 24-hour team oral-urinal marathon (OUM). This event was extremely popular with spectators, and the various teams spared no expense designing very elaborate set-ups for their girls. The essentials of each device was for it to be a single device, with a place for each of 6 girls (the entire team) to kneel in a row and have her face strapped onto a large piss funnel, with a curved tube of 1 cm diameter secured in the girl’s mouth: essentially, to make it like 6 urinals on the wall of a men bathroom, but with a pretty girl serving as each drain. The girls’ hands had to be secured in some way... some teams had the girls’ wrists shackled behind them (but NOT hiding their cute little bums); others had them shackled in front of them to some part of the frame of the device. Some teams shackled the girls’ knees and or ankles to the floor as well. Most had the girls’ heads secured in place too. BUT their faces and mouths had to remain visible, so the judges could ensure no leakage; and the girls’ bums had to remain visible for everyone’s enjoyment. The girls liked that too.

The japanese girls all wore the same school uniform, with a white blouse, a green and blue plaid pleated skirt, white socks and black shoes, and looked very sweet. A British team also wore white blouses and plaid skirts (theirs mostly red and green), with white socks and black shoes. The Swedish team even coordinated their hair, all sporting long, blonde ponytails reaching half way down their backs, plus a yellow t-shirt, and sexily-tight dark blue jeans and yellow heels. The girls from St. Georges wore their blue and green school sweaters with white shorts and sneakers; Lockridge School in St. Louis dressed in their dark blue lady’s polo-type shirts, with yellow trim, camel-coloured dress pants, and black school shoes. Several other American schools wore cheerleader uniforms this time. All lined up, buckled in and kneeling in their urinal walls, all the teams looked very sharp waiting for the starting buzzer to go.

Luckily, Kim having gone first on the first day of compulsory figures allowed her to join St. George’s OUM team, quickly rushing over and kneeling in place at the very end of the line of six to have her face buckled in. She still wore her pin-striped gray pants and spike heels, but no one cared. She looked great and was thirsty for piss, and that was all that mattered.

Once the initial buzzer sounded, endless line-ups of men stepped forward to deposit their waste, with each team having their own signal system to alert each man which girl to use... in that way, the girls had time to swallow their previous load and work up the space for another. Most teams had the men go one at a time, to give their girls adequate rest between uses. The ultimate goal, of course, was for a team to swallow the most bladders full of piss.