The other huge ‘perk’ of Kim’s unwavering dedication to science had been her selection for the week-long Oral Olympics that were to take place in Dr. Snow’s home town of Vancouver in just one week. And Kim could hardly wait. Nine other girls were to travel all the way to the west coast to represent St. George’s School, including another gorgeous blonde named Brooke Adams, a lovely brunette named Stephanie Taylor, and the principal’s own daughter, Katie. Chaperoning them, of course, would be the lovely Ms. Anderson, borrowed from the local college to both accompany the girls and participate in at least a dozen events herself in the senior division, which included women from 20 through 39. At the event, all the girls would not only get to have sixteen solid days of cock-sucking fun, broadcast on most major TV stations across the continent, they’d also get to meet the cock-sucking legend herself: JoAnne G. None of the girls could wait for the opening ceremonies to start.

After the opening ceremonies, the girls would be kept continuously on the go, since there were to be any number of competitions, including several equestrian and canine events. Kim had signed up for four events in every category, because (1) she thought she had a chance to win many of them; and (2) she wanted to keep her daily blowjob average up. In fact, she’d inquired and been assured that pimps would be made available so all the girls who so desired could work downtown Vancouver after their athletic endeavours for the day were completed; and Kim’s Mom had immediately signed her daughter up for this. And so it was that Kim’s mom also was very busy buying nice new clothes for her daughter to wear out in Vancouver.

As it turns out, Kim was working especially hard at school this week, since this was a week for her in the navy stables. But no worries! Mom said she’d go out and buy “some nice outfits” for her, since she knew Kim’s size. Now, normally, even working the streets, Kim dresses a bit conservatively. If she wears jeans, they’re tight, but not excessively so. Even while having fun prostituting herself, she looks very much like an office assistant, perhaps on casual Friday when wearing jeans. But, in case the British Columbia and international TV crews were going to follow some of the girls being pimped, Mom wanted her daughter to look “like a perfect little street slut.” And so she returned from the store having lovingly purchased four pairs of the tightest 5-pocket stretch jeans ever: one navy blue; one light blue; one white; and one hot pink; and, to go with them, several really cute t-shirts with very appropriate captions on the front. One light blue one said: “#1 cocksucker”; a second pale green one said “Let me blow you…” on the front and “… and you and you and you and you…” on the back; and Mom’s favourites, a variety of pastel-coloured (light pink, lavender, and baby blue) t-shirts that read: ‘Blowjobs: 25¢’. She knew Kim would have fun with these, and a few more she’d bought for her. She also bought her three pairs of 3-inch heels: one black, one white, and one hot pink, to match her outfits. And, to round out the ensembles, she bought her several chain and extra wide belts (white and black), ten pairs of satin bikini panties in a variety of colours and patterns, and lots of pink and purple make-up.

The next day at school, Kim showed up wearing navy blue stretch jeans that were so tight they went right up her crack, a new lavender-coloured ‘Blowjobs: 25¢’ t-shirt, white heels, and an extra wide white belt… and everyone was stunned. In fact, with all the pink rouge and purple eye shadow and lipstick she was wearing, some hardly recognized her. Naturally, word travels fast at a high-school, so it didn’t take long for Principal Stanner to hear and put out a call for Kim to report to his office. As usual, he met her in the hall.

“This is quite a different look for you, Kim,” he said.

She went on to explain that, since she was participating in three different 24-hour blowjob marathons at the upcoming Olympics, one in each of the three divisions, she wanted to experiment to see if there might be an advantage to her “dressing up” like this at the stables. “Mom suggested I try outfits like this Monday, Wednesday and Friday this week, and my usual style Tuesday and Thursday.” She added brightly: “The stable even has a few dogs I could try this out on... to see if it makes them more ‘perky’.”

“A solid plan,” Mr. Stanner nodded solemnly. But then he smiled: “But why don’t you experiment first on me?”

Kim required no further prompting, dropping instantly to her knees.

As it turns out, because the photographer had some technical issues with his camera on Thursday, Friday ended up being Senior Picture Day, the irony being that Kim, unquestionably the most conservatively-dressed girl at the school on most days, ended up in her Yearbook Senior picture looking like the school’s biggest slut, wearing her pink ‘Blowjobs: 25¢’ t-shirt; dark pink stretch jeans (also insanely tight), and pink pumps, her face brightly coloured in pink and purple, and her mouth once again wrapped prettily around Mr. Stanner’s rod.

As for the horses and dogs, they certainly did seem to enjoy Kim’s look, such that, on Monday, the teen was through her personally-designated 5 stable boys, 25 horses and 4 dogs more than an hour before her pimp was due to arrive to pick her up at about 8:00, en route to downtown.

As usual, he called about 7 to confirm that she was on schedule, expecting to leave a message because Kim usually was busy rushing to finish her quota. But this time, Kim had just swallowed cum-serving #34, and answered.

“I can’t really come early,” he said, since he had several girls to manage.

“No problem,” Kim said happily. “There’s more I can do here.”

“Have fun! See you in an hour!” he said.

The results were similar on Wednesday and Friday; and this exciting result led her and her mom to think that the eager teen might consider wearing her new look on most days at the Olympics competition, in addition to at night when she serviced Johns in a downtown Vancouver parking lot somewhere. She packed all four of her new jeans (to go with two pairs of black and one pair of white front-pleated dress pants), 7 of her favourite new t-shirts (and three more formal blouses), all her new panties, matching bras, and heels, and all her new belts.

On the Saturday before she was to leave, her parents had a huge 16-hour ‘Send Off’ open house, to let everyone who wanted to come and wish her well. Truth be told’, ‘Open Yard’ would have been a more accurate name for this event since they set Kim up on her knees in a big gazebo they had in the large front yard of their estate. It was Kim’s older sister’s idea to place a little basket next to her for ‘loose change’ to raise money for a local soup kitchen. In cute recognition of the yellow t-shirt Kim wore with black pants and heels, the recommended donation was 25¢; but the 217 men who Kim ended up swallowing cum from (about 80 of them blown, and the rest just masturbating into her mouth) were VERY generous, leaving $117.13 in tips (just under 50¢ a head).

The event lasted past midnight, but Kim was so excited she was up the next morning at 7:30 to make the final preparations for her flight to Vancouver, which was to leave that afternoon at 3:25. All packed, dressed and ready by 9:30, Mom and Dad then drove Kim to the navy stables, in the school sweater and plaid skirt all the St. George’s girls decided to wear for the trip, where Kim said a final good-bye to and had a final practice with each of the horses and the four dogs, before driving the final ten minutes to the airport. To everyone’s delight, JoAnne G. was on the same flight wearing one of the panty-suits she’d made so famous, this time a light blue sports bra, white satin bikini panties and black heels. The stewardesses were great about assigning each of the 10 school girls, Ms. Anderson and JoAnne to a row seat, one each row, with their parents and everyone else on the flight seated closer to the window, so all the men on the flight could be blown by any of the girls of their choosing. Of course, many of the fathers, brothers and other male relatives already had been blown by some of their daughter’s/sister’s/niece’s classmates, but this was an opportune time for them to try every one of the girls.

Although many had long perceived Dr. and Mrs. Henry as being unapproachable because of their extreme wealth, people soon found out that this was not the case at all. As did most of the men, Kim’s Dad went up and down the aisle (luckily, it was a big plane with wide aisles); and he was anything but aloof. In fact, as he porked the various girls’ mouths, he mostly told dirty jokes, especially about blondes, because he was married to one. Jokes like:

What do blondes say after they finish a blowjob? Answer: Who’s next?”

And why did the blonde keep bumping her table? Answer: Because all the guys were sitting around a table.

And how did they save the blonde who was choking? Answer: They told the guy to pull back a bit.

And then he started leading everyone in dirty songs, like:

Blow, blow, blow your goat. Let your throat be reamed.
Verily, verily, verily, verily, fill your mouth with cream.

And a rousing and seemingly endless version of…

99 cocks full of cum in the hall. 99 cocks full of cum.
Daughter, please, drop to your knees. 98 cocks full of cum in the hall.
98 cocks full of cum in the hall. 98 cocks full of cum.
Daughter, please, stay on your knees. 97 cocks full of cum in the hall.
97 cocks full of cum in the hall…
And so on.

And all the while, Mrs. Henry had fun chatting gaily with all the men who came to drive their rods down her daughter’s throat.

“So... you’re Brooke’s dad. You must be SO proud of her,” she said.

All of this pretty much rendered the four pretty stewardesses useless, since the aisle was so crowded there was no way they could pass out snacks. So they quickly dropped to their knees, two at the front and two at the back to provide more in-flight ‘service’.

‘This is SO Much better than a little bag of peanuts,’ Ms. Anderson thought to herself as she enjoyed one of the twenty or so men who ‘chose’ her mouth for their in-flight entertainment.

With the 3-hourtime change, everyone arrived in Vancouver at 4:45, where a huge party of well-wishers, mostly teenage girls, were at the arrival gate to cheer them on. Since the opening ceremonies were due to start at 8:00 PM, there was no time to do anything more than freshen up at the hotel before heading down to the huge downtown stadium.

The stadium was packed with almost 60,000 spectators in the stands (not a seat was to be had), there to watch a spectacular 3-hour extravaganza. The festivities officially began when JoAnne G. was led into the stadium riding a big moose and carrying a huge rubber penis, followed by Dr. Snow and her daughter on their own moose. Everyone laughed at the moose and said ‘Yup! This is Canada!” and wondered if there were further plans for those three. But all curiosity would have to wait, because JoAnne’s entry was followed by almost an hour of laser and strobe lights, under which various choirs, bands and other groups played, sang and danced. It was wonderful.

Next, the 50 teams from across North America paraded in, each one carrying a big flag announcing the school’s name and wearing a specific uniform. Some schools, like St. George’s, had their girls wearing their school uniforms, which ranged from blazers, white blouses and plaid skirts to formal t-shirts and pants: for example, the girls from Lockridge School in St. Louis dressed in dark blue lady’s polo-type shirts, camel-coloured dress pants, and classic black school shoes, and the pants looked very nice. Other schools had their girls wearing cheerleader uniforms, probably because most of them WERE, in fact, cheerleaders. Others had their girls wear nice jeans or pants of their choice, but all the same top. Yet others sent their girls dressed as sluts, in tight, tight jeans, skimpy tops, spike heels and too much make-up. And a couple of teams even adopted JoAnne’s famous panty-suit look, all the girls wearing the same colours of top and bikini panties, along with black heels. Thousands of cameras went off to catch all the girls coming in, usually led by their team chaperone, some of whom dressed the same as the team; others of whom dressed differently. Lovely Ms. Anderson, for example, showed up wearing a dark green blouse, tight white 5-pocket jeans, and black heels, and looked VERY sexy, even wearing her accustomed dark-rim glasses.

Kim was the logical choice to bear the flag for her school, and did so proudly, with Mr. and Mrs. H. watching just as proudly from the stands.

Following the girls came a representative sample of the men the girls would be blowing: almost 1000 men of all ages (from 18 to 98) and from all walks of life; most walked, but some came in wheelchairs, which was very heart-warming to see actually. It didn’t matter how old or ugly or infirm you were: as long as you had a cock to suck and cum to give, you were PERFECT for any and all of these girls.

Then came the animals: first a parade of dogs – mostly large breeds like Great Danes, Rottweilers, and such; but a few medium-sized breeds like Golden and Labrador Retrievers; next over 500 horses; and finally, and this made everyone laugh, another fifty or so moose.

“This really IS Canada!” one mom laughed, seeing all the moose.

Sure enough, after circling the arena, the dogs and horses were led out again; but all the moose remained. A buzz of eager anticipation spread through the entire stadium as the moose were arranged in a huge oval, essentially circling the entire field. Three moose remained in a row at the centre, the one’s that had been ridden by JoAnne, Dr. Snow and Natalie.

What was going to happen?

And that’s when the Master of Ceremonies asked each of the school flag-bearers to “proceed to the nearest moose.”

Kim was so excited she almost dropped her flag.

Soon, she was the lucky representative of her school posing for hundreds of cameras under her first ever moose. Man! It was huge! Even under horses, Kim always had to bend over a little bit to reach her destination. But not with a moose! She knelt fully upright, looking straight under the animal’s belly to where a crowd of cameramen gathered, all aiming at her.

“Look this way, Kim!” voices kept calling out to her. “Lift your skirt up to show us your panties,” someone said from behind her… “and pooch out your bum a little bit.” She did as told.

“Hmmmmm?” she asked.

“Now try going a bit deeper!” a voice ahead of her instructed.

“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.

No one who didn’t know Ms. Anderson, so stern and conservative at home, wouldn’t think she wasn’t the biggest slut in the world, as she lined up for her event. Wearing nothing but black satin bikini panties, a black leather bra and 3½ inch spike heels, along with the black eye-shadow and lipstick applied by her hired gun the night before to give her a distinctive Gothic look, and her hands chained behind her back, she looked like a complete sex slave. The only thing to suggest her studious roots were her glasses, which were perched up on top of her head.

Her competition was the Deep Throat Endurance... in which each girl kneeled before three different 12-inch males and took each man, nose-to-belly, and held him there for as long as possible. The men, in turn, would hold his girl’s head in place, to aid her. The girls would have to push off to back off; but as soon as their nose left the man’s belly, they were done with that man and would have to move on to the next. The final time was the sum of the times for each of the three men. Ms. Anderson’s hands being behind her back was an advantage, because she couldn’t possibly push off. All the man had to do was be far enough back in his ‘box’ that Ms. Anderson was leaning forward on her knees, and she was helpless. This led a couple of coaches to complain; but wrist shackles weren’t even mentioned in the rules (frankly, no one had even considered the possibility that a girl would do this to herself), so Ms. Anderson was free to compete, as is. As she settled herself on her knees and listened to the final few seconds being ticked off, she knew she was in for a good time in this first of two rounds. She just hoped her eyes didn’t water too much.

Sure enough, her eyes watered profusely as she held the first cock deep down her throat, but she herself leaned forward past the point of no return, her nose pushed hard into her first man’s hard abdomen, so that all she could do no was flail her sexy shoes helplessly behind her. She stayed like this for an amazing and agonizing 5 hours, 37 minutes and 23 seconds. She’d wanted to push off hours before; but the man had even taken a small step backward, so that the only way she could have gotten the leverage to pull her head back would have been to move her knees forward into his box, hich would have immediately disqualified her. No… she wasn’t going to let that happen; and eventually she just gave up resisting. She ultimately only got to back off her first man because he’d seen the panicked look on her eyes and heard her strangled muffles long enough, and eventually felt she’d “done enough.”

By the time she started her second man, only two other girls remained, both well into their third cock. Everyone else was finished or disqualified. JoAnne G.’s 3-man deep throat record of 3 days, 17 hours, 54 minutes and 3 seconds was safe. But Ms. Anderson clearly had established herself as a front-runner for gold in this competition, finishing with a time of 16 hours plus, more than 9 hours beyond second place in her heat. And, with only twelve of 48 girls moving into the finals, she had to feel confident for tomorrow. Would anyone else show up with their hands in shackles tomorrow? Not likely... most girls couldn’t even imagine being so helpless. Would Ms. Anderson? The shackles would remain through the next day... she’d already decided (in fact, she didn’t even know how to get them off; though she might have one of the girl’s help her into pink panties and red lipstick to soften her look a little bit.


By the time Ms. Anderson was finishing up her first heat, 17 of the 48 girls in Kim and Stephanie’s equestrian event had dropped out. Predictably, JoAnne was running away with things, having swallowed 200 loads by the 18 hour mark, with ¼ of the total time remaining. But Kim continued to run a distant but very respectable 2nd, with 131 swallows, and Stephanie was not that far off her pace in fifth place, with 109, just 5 completed blowjobs out of 3rd. Kim’s eye-shadow was running down both cheeks, and her lipstick was badly smeared; so that she looked like a terribly abused sex slave instead of a girl who was having fun. But her ass still looked as cute as ever; and, given that she still was only 18, sports commentators already were speaking of her as ‘JoAnne G’s’ heir apparent: the next truly great career cocksucker. Understandably, her parents were thrilled by all of this, Dad having brought his mini laptop with him to be able to catch what everyone was saying about things.


Meanwhile, Brooke and Katie both did well in their second round heat, with Brooke placing first again with a 20-dog time of 1h 37m 17s, and Katie coming 3rd at 1h 44m 3 s. Brooke knew she was moving on. Katie waited anxiously for 2 hours to learn whether or not her time would be good enough for her to move on... and, happily, she just made it.

The semi-finals would be in the morning. For coming first, Brooke received the unexpected honour of sharing a 2-way cock gag with Ms. Anderson, who was very proud of her, as we all were.

By the time Brooke was kneeling before her first dog in the semis, Kim was swallowing her 165th load, and was 25 loads ahead of third place with two hours to go. Barring a case of lockjaw and being unable to continue, she had virtually guaranteed herself a silver medal, the school’s first medal, which would forever place her in the record books for the school and guarantee her a centerpiece picture on the school’s Hall of Fame in the main lobby. Similarly, JoAnne had long since locked up the gold, with over 250 swallows in the books. The only question that remained was who would win the bronze medal, with Stephanie definitely still in the running, in 4th place but just one swallow out of third. The 5th place girl had fallen off the pace and was 8 blowjobs behind Stephanie. Stephanie had been told about the ‘dog fight’ she was in (quite literally) for a third place medal, and had pulled out all the stops. Her competition, a pretty brunette from New Brunswick, Canada, had been entertaining horses for years, but had not had the intense exposure Stephanie had had this past year; so it was anyone’s guess who would win. The other girl, whose name was Melanie, had been sponsored by the grocery store at which she worked as a checker, and so she wore her store uniform, including camel-coloured pants that looked very nice on her ass. Both girls were so pretty, it was hard for anyone to choose which girl they wanted to win.

Most fortuitously, no one ever really had to, as the two girls ended up their 24 hours tied with 160 swallows, and a decision was made to give each girl a bronze medal. As expected, both girls finished up the animal they were latched onto, even after time had expired. But there was no time pressure now. The two girls, who happened to be kneeling next to each other and already knew they both were to be awarded, warmly regarded each other as they continued to suck. Afterwards, the four girls, JoAnne, Kim, Stephanie and Melanie, each enjoyed a nice big glass of piss they’d given to drink, while posing for photographs and chatting gaily about how fun this all had been.


Meanwhile, sexy blonde Brooke continued to steamroll through the dog sprints, winning her 3rd heat in a time of 1h 33m 33s, while Katie once again finished 3rd, and again had to wait until the next heat was over to determine her fate. Mr. Stanner and his wife watched nervously to see if their beloved daughter would be lucky enough to have her throat mercilessly pounded 20 more times . And they were rewarded, Katie making the grade by a mere 2 seconds over a girl from Los Angeles. As predictable as JoAnne making her final with ease, Natalie Snow made this final, and remained the clear favourite.

The second day of the Oral Olympics ended with the dog sprints, in which sexy blonde Brooke had established herself as the main challenger to Natalie Snow. And, true to many predictions, these two girls put on an AMAZING show. Natalie and Brooke’s necks bulged neck-to-neck all through the event: every time one of the two swallowed a mouthful of cum, the other girl was seconds behind... sometimes Brooke swallowed first; sometimes Natalie. Everyone assumed that Brooke ultimately would tire, given all Natalie’s street experience: but she never did. In what for a few seconds seemed like it would be a huge upset, Brooke actually started on her 20th cock seconds before Natalie, and both animals achieved the frenetic pace associated with imminent ejaculation at the same time. It was literally one extra spurt of cum that drowned Brooke and forced her to take second place, 0.3 seconds behind Natalie in a time of 1h 25m 23.3s... but she was NOT disappointed. Smiling ear to ear, she swallowed her last load to the cheers of some 50,000 rabid spectators. And then she turned her attention to how Katie was doing.

Katie surpassed all expectations by coming in 5th, in a time of 1h 32m 59s, and was not at all discouraged by her result. She knew she’d do better with horses, and that sprint was coming up in just a few days.

Other St. George’s girls did well too. A lovely blonde girl named Myste finished 8th out of 48 girls in the Senior Blowjob Race, in which all of the 20 men each girl had to suck was at least 80 years old; a sexy redhead named Molly finished right behind her in 9th; and a pretty and petite Asian-Canadian girl named Claire swallowed an incredible 11.3 litres of human piss in the two-hour Mouth Urinal Event, to finish a highly respectable 17th out of 50 girls, despite her diminutive size. All in all, there was jubilation amongst all the girls of St. George’s as they returned to the hotel to get ready for their first night of street prostitution in the lovely city of Vancouver. After quick naps, the girls took up to two hours to dress their best and put on their make-up. Ms. Anderson, having observed the huge success of the ‘outfit’ she’d been forced to wear over the first two days, popped out to buy more of the same (her wrists finally unshackled). And the stares she received in Macy’s as she wondered around in her baby blue panties, bra and heels clinched it. She showed up at the bus wearing essentially the same black outfit as before, with her wrists once again shackled behind her back.

By 9 p.m., Ms. Anderson and all the St. George’s team was standing proudly on a downtown street corner as cars passed slowly by. Some drivers merely slowed down to admire them. Many drivers recognized the girls (especially Kim, Brooke and Ms. Anderson) and honked their encouragement or stopped to ask for autographs. But certainly, enough cars stopped and had girls climb in to keep every one of them busy until well past midnight. Luckily, the third day of competition had been planned to start no sooner than noon, so there was no real rush to get home.

By the time Brooke and Kim were back in bed, buckled in to their 2-way cock gag again, both were exhausted… but so happy. There were still a full 2 weeks of this to go. The fun was only just beginning.