Medicine by mouth : Part 3 - Best Cocksucker competition

The signals varied from team to team. Most teams with their hands secured in front of them had each their girls just mumble and raise a finger to signal that she was ready for the next man. Girls with their hands secured behind their backs had a bigger challenge... some mumbled and blinked twice; some signalled using their shoulders. In the end, they managed.

The girls had a little extra entertainment watching volunteers setting up the 24 special toilets that were being constructed to handle to Oral Toilet Sprints on the other side of the hall where they currently were kneeling as oral urinals. These 24 units were identical to each other, all constructed to meet the Olympic standard design. For this event, each girl would lie on her back on a mattress, her face placed under a secured hard plastic toilet seat, her mouth positioned precisely under the large round tube in the direct centre and lowest point of a clear plastic (and, hence, transparent) toilet bowl, made transparent so the girl could see what was coming (solid or liquid). It was Kim’s Great Aunt Bertha who convinced Kim`s mom to convince Kim to sign up for this event, which, most fortuitously for Kim, was happening, starting on the morning of the day after Kim finished her long Best Cock-Sucker program. Best yet was that Kim knew that, because it was only a 6-hour event, she`d be done in time to catch the top-ranked Intermediate Cock-suckers vie for medals. She tingled with excitement over the possibility that she could work to earn yet another medal that morning.

`Thanks so much, Aunt Bertha!` she chuckled to herself as she swallowed piss and watched the toilet units being put together.

At the beginning of the Oral Urinal team event, the pace was frantic. After awhile, though, the pace slowed as the girls needed time for the volumes of urine in their stomachs to pass through. The Japanese girls, despite generally being small, were insatiable in their thirst, taking almost no breaks. But the Swedes and the girls from St. Georges and Lockwood School kept pace. By the quarter point (6 hours), the Japanese girls had swallowed from 142 men; the St Georges team from 139 men (with Kim leading the way with 31 bladders); and the Swedes and Lockwood school from 137 and 136, respectively. Other schools were further back. It was clear that this was going to be very close.

And it was. By the time Kim swallowed her 117th bladderful of piss, 24 hours later, she had earned herself a silver medal in a two-way tie with the Swedes. Lockwood School were very deserving winners of a bronze medal, a decision decided upon (rather than a gold and JUST two silvers) after, encouraged by the school principal, the Lockwood team had immediately gone to the 3 male judges and pleaded their case by having pairs of girls blow all three.

Lest anyone feel these Olympics were prejudiced, a large number of male-male and female-female events were going on and being enjoyed. But most of the coverage, understandably, had been directed towards finding the best female cock-suckers in the world. Kim was already the talk of the Olympics, given her youth, and how she was entering the final stage of the Best Cock-sucker competition solidly in first place among the Juniors.

Because the long programme would probably last 2-3 hours per girl, this stage would take a full 2 days for the Juniors; and to ensure that the top competitors all were featured on prime-time television, the event organizers decided that contestants would compete in reverse order to their current rank. In other words, the last placed girl after the short programme would go first; and the first placed girl (among the Juniors, Kim Henry) would go last. In fact, all but the final 12 girls would go in groups of six, one on each of the 6 stages. The final 12 girls would go in groups of four, paired off on two large centre stages in the late afternoon and on the evening of the second day (tentatively scheduled for 5, 7 and 9 PM).

This meant that several of the top girls decided to enter competitions on their day off. Kim had hoped she’d be able to compete in the 24-hour dog marathon; and her top standings earned her that pleasure. In this competition, there were no Junior, Intermediate and Master divisions. The 21 girls who were brave enough to tackle 24 hours of Rottweilers, Great Danes, Wolf Hounds and Dobermans were all lumped together. Again, Kim knew she’d NEVER beat JoAnne. But the Olympic organizers decided that all girls who completed the 24-hours of relentless throat pounding would receive nothing less than a silver cup acknowledging this amazing feat. And Kim considered winning anything in this challenging event a crowning accomplishment.

Having said this, she truly believed she had a chance to win bronze or silver, and all the other girls at her school thought so too. NO ONE had spent nearly as much time working the military stables as she had, and they had several dogs there. And then, every day when she got home, she played for at least a half hour with her own black lab.

Another girl who entered did so as a late entry. Xeina’s had enjoyed her first ever experiences with a dog and horse in the first stage of the Best Cock-Sucker event so much, she anxiously sought out whoever it was who could enter her, hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t too late. She’d already missed the horse event.

“You’ve only ever done one dog like this?” the older woman asked. “You do know that this is a 24-hour competition, don’t you?”

Xeina nodded.

“Some of the girls, like JoAnne, have done thousands,” she was told.

“I’d still like to try,” Xeina said.

The old woman smiled. “I love your enthusiasm,” she said... “and your ass.”

And Xeina laughed, still nervously awaiting a response.

“So... what’s your full name again, dear?” the woman asked, pulling out her pen to fill out the entry form.

And so it was that, on the morning starting the 24-hour dog marathon, Kim showed up wearing the tight, tight jeans she’d been experimenting with on dogs and horses back home, along with a pink bra, 3-inch heels and too much pink and lavender make-up, to look what one guy pleasantly called “a real stable whore.” Xeina also showed up in skin-tight, dark-blue jeans, but wore a more respectable light blue satin top, and black heels, so that she looked like she was going to casual Friday at the office. My own Nadine and Kaitlin the reporter also showed up, as did Melanie from New Brunswick... all dressed in their other work uniforms... Kaitlin and Nadine in pant suits as reporters; and Melanie in her store uniform with camel-coloured pants. JoAnne went traditional and showed up wearing just a tight, light blue half-sweater, pink satin bikini panties, and baby blue heels.

To prevent the girls having to be down on all fours for 24 hours, the dogs would be comfortably supported on special platforms that would allow the girls to kneel upright, each adjusted to a height that the competitor using it felt most comfortable. The test run for each girl was with a Doberman; and virtually all elected to have the dog at a height that they could lean back with their bum almost touching their shoes, to allow them the perfect angle to approach the animal. The dogs would stand on their two hind legs with their front legs comfortably resting on supports just above the girl’s head.

The winner would be the girl who satisfied the most animals. And a dog was considered satisfied when it started making obvious attempts to get down from its perch. From their extensive experience, JoAnne and Nadine knew, of course, that some dogs could hump away forever. The secret to success in this event was to make each dog erupt quickly and often and both girls knew exactly how to achieve this. Kaitlin had an idea; as did Melanie. Xeina would have to completely wing it; all she knew was that she wanted to have fun.

She’d had fun the night before trying out her new jeans, working alongside lots of other girls on a downtown Vancouver street. The dozen or so men she blew unanimously complimented her on her unbelievable little ass, which made her even more determined to show everyone what she could do today.

“Maybe dogs don’t care what a girl’s ass looks like; but maybe they do,” she said to herself that morning in the mirror, twirling around to admire her tush. She’d heard that each dog would be brought in such that they could sniff the girl’s ass prior to being hoisted into position. The thought of all those dog noses rubbing her ass through her jeans and satin panties while her mouth and throat are being pounded at the other end made her very excited.

One thing Xeina didn’t want was to push away if she gagged... she was told that was the “kiss of death” at these competitions. So, just like each dog’s paws were to be strapped onto their support to prevent the dog from repeatedly changing position, Xeina asked that her wrists be secured as well.

“That’s okay, isn’t it?” she asked, hopefully.

“Of course,” she was told. And within minutes, she had both of her wrists belted into position on either side of where the dogs would be. The added advantage was that, in addition to being unable to push the dog away with her hands, she wouldn’t even be able to withdraw her head very much. Invariably, the dogs would be permitted to use her mouth for as long as they wanted. She was, in a word, relieved.

Within about a half hour, she’d be a bit less relieved as her throat was being pulvarized, so much so that, when finally the first dog started whimpering to be let down, she considered asking for her hands to be freed. Fortunately, however, the team of handlers she’d been assigned were amazingly efficient. As soon as the first dog started to show signs of tiring, the second dog had been brought around to her front; dog #1 was released with a quick release button and immediately jumped down, while dog #2 was lifted into position and into her mouth even before it’s paws had been secured: 3.2 seconds was the total transfer time... and that time was only going to get shorter and shorter as the event progressed as everyone got to know their roles even better.

So Xeina’s ONLY time to ask for her hands to be freed, realistically, was that first time when she was just too short of breath. By the 5th dog, she’d given up trying and decided just to see how long she lasted. She WAS pleased by all the wonderful comments about her ass: how much the dogs all seemed to love it; how some seemed to become visibly harder while sniffing it; and, of course, how all the men standing around had already decided to pork her mouth the second this competition was over. She could hardly wait.

The 24 hours of the dog marathon were the longest 24 hours of Xeina’s life. But still, she was sorry when the end of Hour #12 was announced and she knew the fun was half over. She’d just finished off a huge and very rambunctious Great Dame named Mouse (oddly enough, since he was the biggest dog she’d had so far) and was feeling more and more confident she could finish this thing. Naturally, by now, JoAnne was in a stratosphere all her own, now working on her 68th dog; and I am proud to say that Nadine was second, with 45 with an increasingly confident Kim Henry right behind her at 43. Kaitlin the reporter, who’d had lots of practice given all the stories she’d done on JoAnne and her friends, was fourth with 39. And fifth, amazingly, was Xeina. It turns out that her gorgeous ass, in those tight, tight dark blue 5-pocket jeans she wore, really WAS stimulating her dogs. And, of course, she couldn’t move her head away because of her wrist shackles, which remained a big advantage for her. Mouse had been her 38th animal. Though a bronze seemed a bit unlikely, fourth place seemed not at all out of question. For her, the now 1.9 seconds that transpired between dogs was too long... if only they could be quicker, she thought.

As it turns out, with one exception, that order held up, with JoAnne finishing in first for gold, Kim just nosing out Nadine to capture the silver while Nadine took bronze, and Kaitlin and Xeina rounding out the top five, in that order. Only 7 other girls finished this amazingly strenuous event. Immediately behind Xeina, in sixth, was Melanie from New Brunswick; then Hanna and her sister Elsa, the two blonde sisters from Sweden; then a japanese girl named Ai; then tiny Ellie from Texas; a blonde Russian girl named Tatiana; and finally an amazingly tall (6 foot 3) and slim French redhead named Bridgette.

The judges allowed the 12 girls to continue on their current animals for as long as they wanted after the 24-hour whistle had sounded. Of course, that dog would NOT count towards their total. Nonetheless, Xeina had only just started on him and he was a big boy. Forty-five minutes later, all the other girls were sucking men... but Brut and Xeina just kept going. She couldn’t help but be thankful that this last dog would last so long.

It was just a few minutes short of 25 hours that Xeina surfaced from Brut for one of the judges, who congratulated her for having come in 5th. After 24 hours shackled in one position, it was nice for her to kneel comfortably upright again. She rested her bum back against her shoes and opened her mouth for the judge.

As she listened to him speak, she couldn’t believe that only 11 girls besides her had actually finished the race.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked him. Really?

“Really!” he said, as he continued to hump her face, and recited the full results to her.

“Hmm hmmmm?”

“That’s right. Congratulations, Xeina! You’ve really earned this nice silver cup... AND a royal throat pounding from me and lots of other guys who’ve been wanting to fuck your mouth for hours.”

“Hmm hmmm!!! (Of course!!!)” Xeina answered, spritely, glancing excitedly to both sides to see the dozens of guys waiting specifically for her, and brushing the hair from her face and the seat of her jeans with her hands to make sure it looked its best too. And then she leaned forward to reward this judge for his kindness, all the men awaiting their turns marvelling again at her incredulously gorgeous little ass as it also rose to the occasion.