The ONLY downside to all this, girls like Stacey Staples might think, is that, because virtually every girl who was pretty enough to be asked or bought now provided blowjobs, either for free of for seed money (pun not intended), it was very difficult for any girl (other than JoAnne) to work at it full-time. Nadine still worked at the TV station. Emily worked at a local stable, which she loved for obvious reasons. The fact is, for 99% of girls, prostitution was something they did just for extra ‘fun money’… and to have fun doing it. But Stacey wanted to be like JoAnne. She didn’t want to work at a store forever. She wanted her name and face permanently linked with the noble art of cock-sucking.

Stacey Staples, interestingly enough, worked at a large office supply store. Being nineteen and very pretty (with long black hair and stunning, dark brown eyes, despite being Caucasian), she naturally blew all the boys who worked at the store, every shift. But she did this pretty much as part of her job description, spending whatever time she wasn’t behind a cash register on her knees blowing somebody. And, of course, she regularly went downtown to work in the evenings (sometimes emulating her hero and wearing a panty-suit, but usually tight, tight, tight jeans that looked fantastic on her); but blowjobs mostly could be had by anybody for ten to, at most, twenty bucks now. And virtually all new girls had to pay pimps for a spot to stand downtown, usually $150-$200 a night… so Stacey had to give 15-20 blowjobs before she started making any profit at all. It just wasn’t practical. What she needed was celebrity status… like JoAnne… so she could guarantee 50 or more men immediately lining up to use her mouth any time she wanted, all willing to pay the full $20.

And THAT is why she had entered herself into the International Oral Olympics as an independent, proudly sponsored by the office supply chain she worked for. To receive that sponsorship, she’d assured them that she’d always provide blowjobs at the store for free, every day, even if she went on to work full-time doing what she truly wanted to do. And THAT is why she now stood on the verge of the Best Cocksucker Competition wearing her work uniform… the standard red top with her name label in front; black pants; and black platform shoes. She knew she would never be considered the best cock-sucker in the world… JoAnne could mail her mouth in and still win gold in any contest. But Stacey would be in a different age bracket and, even if she could at least finish in the top ten among her peers, she’d be pleased. She’d read and watched everything she could find, in books and on the internet, about how to give a sensational blowjob. She’d watched hundreds of hours of video of JoAnne at work. She’d practiced every suggested technique on all the shop boys, every day. And she seemed to be naturally gifted. More than once, she’d had a guy almost faint with ecstasy as she brought him to climax. Her boss, the store manager, had been the one who had contacted the head office to get her sponsorship, because, as he put it, her mouth was “one of the ten best places any cock could go anywhere in the universe.”

She now hoped he’d been right. Finishing in the top ten might get her noticed by one of the high-roller pimps who could make her dream a reality. She peered at her watch and breathed in deeply… just fifteen minutes to go until the first competitor started up.


A hush of anticipation spread through the crowd at the Olympic stadium as everyone waited for the 250 plus entrants into the Best Cocksucker Competition to arrive. This event would have ALL the big names at the event:

The infamous Dr. Snow, without whose foresight and commitment to advancing women’s health and beauty, none of this likely would be happening;

Her daughter, Natalie Snow, who had become one of the best known prostitutes in the world, basically to support her mother’s important research;

Kim Henry, Brooke Adams, Katie Stanner, and Stephanie Taylor, gorgeous school girls all hailing from St. George’s School out east, who had risen through the ranks over the first few days of the Olympics to establish themselves as young superstars in the world of cock-sucking;

Melanie LeRoue, a young shop clerk from New Brunswick, whose bronze medal in the 24-hour equestrian event had the entire east coast of Canada abuzz;

And the most famous slut of all: JoAnne G. – unquestionably the best known and most prolific cocksucker of all time.

The lure of the Best Cocksucker Competition was so great that my very own Nadine had left the TV station and her 40 hours a week street work to venture out to Vancouver to throw her mouth into the mix. And, of course, Kaitlin, our local reporter, was on hand to trade in her hand-held microphone for several mouth-held macro-bones and see whether a professional news reporter could make a little news herself.

Now… the event organizers had been smart. With all these ladies in one competition, there’d be almost no suspense. JoAnne would win the gold. And some of the older, more established sluts would win silver and gold. And so they’d opted for a Masters Division, into which all ladies 30 and over would be placed (including JoAnne, Nadine, and Dr. Snow); an Intermediate Division with ladies 20-29, featuring Natalie Snow and Kaitlin the reporter, among others; and a Junior Division, with all girls under 20. It was into this category that Stacey had entered herself, along with Kim, Brooke, Stephanie and Katie and about 140 other hopefuls from schools all over North America, Europe, South America, and Japan, including one tiny Texan named Ellie who wore skin tight yellow shorts, a baby blue t-shirt and yellow sneakers, who was literally celebrating her 18th birthday.

“How have you gotten to be this good?” one reporter asked her after she’d blown him. She just laughed and said she had “5 older brothers all over 6 foot 5, a really buff-looking dad, and a huge wolf hound named Moonie,” prompting chuckles and nods of approval from everyone else standing around to interview her, and, if male, be blown themselves. She impressed everybody with how wide her little mouth could stretch. And everyone with a camera wanted pictures of how dramatically her neck bulged when huge cocks slid deep down into her throat.

In addition to the individual competition, there were 15 schools entered into the team competition, each having 4 girls in the event. At the end of the three-day event, the final scores for the 4 girls from each school would be added up, and team gold, silver and bronze medals awarded accordingly. St. Georges was one of four Canadian schools, to go with 7 U.S., 4 European and one Japanese squad. The Japanese were early favourites to win the gold, though St. Georges had certainly opened some eyes during the first few days of the Olympics; and the all-blonde Swedish team was so gorgeous and sexy, everyone assumed they’d do well too.

The competition would happen in three stages. Like figure skating, there would be a compulsory stage, where girls would have to perform a series of ‘compulsory figures’, like deep-throating a 12-inch cock, sucking the cocks of one grossly fat man and a man at least 80 years old, and sucking a cock totally coated in shit, all of which would be scored based upon (1) the girl completing the task and receiving a mouthful of cum, (2) the volume of cum, (3) how often she gagged, and (4) how often, if ever, she had to pull off. As part of this stage, each girl also would be given a horse and a dog to work on; and each girl would be timed drinking a full litre of semen, each specimen collected from more than 200 male volunteers.

The second, ‘short program’ would consist of a girl blowing ten men in succession, during which she’d be rated by a panel of five judges on her ‘artistry’ and technique. The lucky men would also each assign a ‘pleasure’ score to rate the quality of the blowjob they had received.

The final ‘long program’ was the most challenging, as each girl would have to blow 30 men, in groups of 3, being judged not only for technique, artistry and pleasure, but endurance, since all ratings for the last 5 groups were doubled, relative to the first five. And, if that wasn’t enough, between each group of three, the girls would service either a horse or a dog, starting with a horse between the first and second pair, a dog between the second and third, a horse between the 3rd and 4th... and so on. And again, girls were given scores for technique and artistry, plus how well they adapted to the changing shapes, sizes and species of their oral challenges; plus ratings from the 30 men they’d sucked. And again, to really test endurance, the ratings of the last 10 men would count double.

Today, the 4th day of the Olympics, was to be the day for the Juniors to compete in their compulsaries, with the Intermediates and Masters scheduled for tomorrow. Stacey had been selected to go 39th for her compulsories. This meant a long day, since she’d be kneeling for compulsories at around noon, but also had volunteered (for practice) to service over 80 volunteers over the day.

As it turns out, Kim Henry was one of the first few girls to go... and she certainly set a high bar. Besides looking absolutely AMAZING with her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing her school sweater (blue with green trim), grey pin-striped dress pants, and black 2-inch spike heels, she deep-throated 12 inches with ease; plunged her face deep into the belly of a 350-pound man to hungrily mouth his grossly smelly penis, got an 83-year old man to both piss and cum in her mouth within 5 minutes, and sucked a cock totally coated in shit like it was candy, moaning with pleasure throughout. She then serviced both animals better than almost any boyfriend ever got; and finally gulped down the litre of cum she was provided in one long continuous guzzle, licking her lips at the end to capture every last drop. She even licked the beaker clean, despite the fact that this wasn’t scored. She just liked the taste.

Once she’d licked the beaker clean, she nervously dropped to her knees for her Dad as she and her parents waited anxiously for her scores to appear... but they needn’t have worried. Kim’s scores were 9.8, 9.8, 9.7, 9.9 and 9.8 for technique, and 9.7, 9.7, 9.6, 9.9 and 9.9 for artistry. Her 97.8% total score was going to be hard to beat.

Katie, the principal’s daughter, went 27th, and also did well. She wore her school uniform with a skirt, and proudly displayed her hot red satin bikini panties every chance she got. But her dog really was aggressive, and this made her gag repeatedly. She also took three guzzles to down her litre of cum. So her scores ranged from 9.4 to 9.6 for both technique and artistry, and her final score was 94.7%.

For all the cock-sucking she had done, Stacey Staples admittedly had NOT spent much time sucking shit... and this concerned her. She hoped that the taste and/or smell wouldn’t cause her to gag or otherwise look uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but picture how pretty and calm Kim had looked sucking the cock she’d been given, straight out of a gay man’s ass. She wanted to do the same.

As it turns out, the cock she received was so coated, there was a grape-sized turd hanging off the tip. Stacey paused but a second, but then she leaned forward and delicately took the shit-ball into her mouth to swallow it before doing anything else. She was pleasantly surprised by the taste. It wasn’t that bad at all. She smiled a gorgeous smile into the cameras and then leaned forward to take the entire cock all the way into her throat... and then just held it there... quietly purring to herself.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said, her big eyes bright as she peered up at the man whose cock she was sucking, looking ever so cute in her red and black store uniform.

And then she started sucking, having more and more fun as she went. Deep throating also went well; and, like Kim, she thoroughly enjoyed immersing her face in the sweaty belly fat of a hugely fat man; and relished blowing a man who reminded her of her now-deceased great grandpa. The horse she was brought was far bigger than the pony at the museum, causing her to really have to stretch her mouth wide. But she’d been so looking forward to this, her enthusiasm made up for her relative lack of skill. And the Great Dane they brought her was a real sweetheart... pounding her throat but at a pace and level of force that didn’t make her gag too much. She just leaned forward on all fours, her pretty little ass angled upwards in her nice black pants; her mouth open to accept the piston-like drumming; and her eyes open wide and looking right at the judges. The litre of cum also was no problem for her, given her thrice weekly visits to the museum. Her scores all were between 9.6 and 9.8, and her overall score of 97.1% placed her second behind Kim so far.

Stephanie and Brooke of St. Georges also did well, both finishing with scores in the 96% range.

When all was said and done, St. George’s school (total score 384.5) was in a predictable dead heat with the Japanese, Swedes, and an American school from St. Louis, the Japanese looking like sucking cock was as familiar to them as slurping down noodles (total score = 384.3); the Swedes (total score 384.1) all so foxy in their tight yellow sweaters, navy blue nylon gym pants (the tops of their yellow bikini panties just peaking past their waist bands in the back when they kneeled forward) and white running shoes that half the men just watching them came in their underwear too; and the American girls (383.9) looking like every man’s dream in yellow and blue cheerleading uniforms. Amazingly, despite the fierce competition, these girls bore no animosity towards each other. To them, it was all about having fun. That evening, in an amazing show of good sportsmanship, these four top teams worked the streets standing on the same corner, chatting and laughing together, when they weren’t having their throats fucked. Perhaps, relations would become a bit more strained as the competition moved through the final two stages; but tonight, the Canadians, Japanese, Swedes and Americans worked together, all looking forward to watching the next day’s competition and picking up pointers, especially from JoAnne, and Dr. and Natalie Snow.

Predictably, among the Intermediates, Natalie Snow was amazing, showing up in skin-tight 5-pocket dark blue stretch jeans, a skimpy top, 3-inch spike heels and lavender make-up, and looking every bit the street slut she was. Even the horse was visibly excited to see her, neighing continuously as the seconds counted down to Natalie dropping down onto her knees and starting. Her score of 98.6 was the best by far. Kaitlin showed up in her customary pant suit (black pants and jacket, a light blue blouse and black heels), stripping off her jacket prior to kneeling so she didn’t get too hot. Everyone had fun with the fact that she was a reporter, one cameraman even handing her a microphone to hold as she sucked. She dutifully continued to hold it as her face disappeared amid the gross adipose of a hefty 400 pounder. She did put the microphone down to support her horse’s length, but held it again as she too went down on all fours to accept her dog. She ended the day of competition in a very respectable 6th out of 63 competitors.

One very pleasant (and very pleased) surprise was a sexy Italian-Canadian 23-year old named Xeina, who had one of those waists that slim down to almost nothing, thereby highlighting her still small, but nonetheless irresistible ass. The dark blue jeans she wore (with one buttoned-flap patch pocket on her right ass cheek) hugged her shapely ass gorgeously and looked amazing on her whenever she was on her knees; and especially with the horse and dog, for whom she had to lean in and go down on all fours, respectively. Interestingly, she worked as a receptionist for a couple of tax accountants during the day. But (and she admitted this proudly), she primarily considered herself an escort, having worked for the same high-scale agency since soon after she’d been introduced to street prostitution days after her 18th birthday. She liked the streets, she said, and still worked them at least twice a week. But her big thrill was walking around with her cell-phone, waiting for it to go off. She found it especially fun when she was at a mall or some other store (she made good money and so bought lots of clothes) and at the checkout line when her phone sounded. She’d always be dressed so nicely and wearing nice make-up, like she did when she worked at the office.

“How many guys?” she’d ask calmly, right in front of the clerk as she handed him her credit card.

“Fifteen guys between 40 and 70?”

“All blowjobs, right?”

“Okay... Uh huh! Uh huh! No problem. It’ll be fun. I can be there in ten minutes.”

And then she’d put her phone back into her purse and smile at the clerk, whose mouth usually hung open in disbelief at what he or she’d just heard. (I say ‘usually’ because more than one pretty clerk had asked for Xeina’s cell number so she could call her later and find out how she too could work for an agency; and more than one male clerk had hired her for a quickie blowjob in the back room).

Anyway... Xeina’s deep throating and shit-sucking techniques were wonderful; she was wonderfully sexy and loving with both her fat man and old man. And, though she’d never done a horse before (but, like most of the girls, several dogs), she attacked the big boy with enthusiasm. Yes, she was more hands than mouth (like almost everyone); but her stupendous ass certainly won her marks. When all was said and done, she’d amassed a total score of 97.2%, putting her in second, behind Natalie. EVERYONE was looking forward to seeing her again in the short and long programmes.

***

Dr. Snow and Nadine also were amazing in the Masters division, the good doctor showing up as she might dress in her clinic, in a formal red sweater, navy blue pants and black heels, and, for an added fun touch, a stethoscope around her neck. Nadine wore my favourite jeans (light blue Guess jeans with the classic ‘?’ logo on her right back pocket) plus a white blouse and black heels, and looked so wonderful with these different cocks in her mouth, I couldn’t wait until she was done to fuck her mouth too.

But, on this day, all eyes would be on JoAnne. She surprised many by showing up not in one of her patented panty-suits, but wearing a camel-coloured pair of front-pleated dress pants, light blue sweater and black heels to look much as she had when she first started as a prostitute servicing seniors at a seniors complex when she was still a teen. She looked hot as she kneeled in position waiting for her 12-inch cock to arrive. It belonged to a 6 foot 8 black man who was 65 years old, and was at LEAST 12 inches in length, even when soft; and as thick as a post. But JoAnne took it into her mouth and down her throat with such ease, it left even those of us who’d followed her entire career astounded.

She was in no hurry at all. Slowly, and amazingly sensuously, she slid her mouth up and down the entire length, titling her head one way and then the other, while her hands rested calmly on the old man’s knees and her eyes peered up to watch his face. With each slow plunge, her nose pushed into the man’s belly. And, every so often, she stopped with the full length in her throat, still tilting her head right and then left and so on, her tongue tickling the underside of his shaft.

Also, from time to time, her eyes strayed over to the judges, most of whom could hardly breathe, so riveted they were on JoAnne’s gorgeous eyes and technique. Add to this how sweet her little ass looked, and it was no surprise that she received five perfect 10.0 marks, about ten minutes later when the old man started to jerk so violently that it was hard for him to stand up. He grabbed JoAnne’s head and pulled her onto him with such force, her face became buried in belly fat. JoAnne stayed as calm as ever. And when, after about ten violent jerks, the old man started to relax his grip a bit, she started slowly sliding up and down his shaft again. Incredibly, within a minute, she had him seizuring and cumming again. And still she remained calm. And then she did it all a third time. How many girls could get a guy to cum in her mouth 3 times in rapid succession like that... all without effort. No score was high enough to rate her unworldly talent.

The shit-coated cock she handled exactly the same, sucking it with absolutely no sense of urgency. She enjoyed the taste of shit in her mouth, and everyone enjoyed watching her. She used every one of the allotted 15 minutes to have this lucky bastard cum into her mouth FOUR times, proving to everyone that the shit flavour didn’t deter her at all. She finally kneeled upright and smiled as her second fellow, weak-kneed from ecstasy, was led away, and a 450-pounder who could barely even stand because of his enormous weight was helped into place. JoAnne’s face totally disappeared in his voluminous blubber, but she happily bobbed away, confident in the fact that her ass would look especially gorgeous as she leaned into him. And she’d cleverly worn satin bikini panties with a nice panty-line to show under her camel pants... very, VERY nice.

Her old man was a sweetie... 97-years old and still kicking. JoAnne smiled ear to ear when told how many birthdays this man had had. She felt so proud to be blowing him.

And no sooner had he emptied his cum and piss into her mouth was a huge horse led into place.

It was becoming clear to the judges that JoAnne’s extreme success as a cock-sucker arose mostly from consistency. It wasn’t that she had a thousand tricks for getting a cock to cum... she mostly just did the same things better than anyone else. The horse was no different. JoAnne opened wide and, as she had the 12-incher and the 8-inch shit-coated cock and the fat and ancient men, took this one slowly all the way into her mouth, until nothing but an inch or two remained. Each slow slide in and slide out took about ten seconds... and she again tilted her head one way and then another to slide her tongue over different parts of the shaft. And her hands remained on the horse’s hind legs. Even with a horse, she was all mouth. It was both sexy and cute how she made her way up the horse, as it wasn’t fully hard right away, and so had several turns along its length. Like a professional race car driver, JoAnne’s head manipulated those turns expertly, finally arriving at her final destination mere inches from the horse’s huge sacks. And then she slowly withdrew to start all over again.

Of course, each forward slide again brought her gorgeous little ass and cute panty-line into full view; still shaped as flatteringly as it had been when she was 18. And all the while, through every slow forward or slow backward slide, her big brown eyes remained open... either watching her dark equine destination, or the judges, or the cameras... looking around as serenely as if she’d been sitting at a cafe table enjoying a slice of cheesecake. To JoAnne, horse WAS her dessert... her favourite food in the whole world (even more than me, she admitted). This wasn’t a competition to her... it was a delicious lunch.

The enormous volume of fluid that erupted into JoAnne’s mouth would have drowned most girls; but Jo swallowed it easily. And, like she had with each of the four men before Starburst, she satisfied him twice more.

The dog followed and Jo again just relaxed to let him do his thing. In some way, this was the easiest thing of all for her; in others, it was the most difficult. The tricky thing, for ALL the girls, was for each girl to make herself look special doing it. It was more than just going down on all fours and opening up your mouth and throat. One thing that crossed most ladies up was that they let the force of the dog’s thrust push their head back. But JoAnne pre-empted this by thrusting too, timing her forward thrusts to coincide with those of her animal. This drove her nose HARD into the dog’s belly and made her an active participant in the fun affair. Another thing she did was curve her back to really show off her exquisite little bum. THIS was the reason she’d worn the camel-coloured pants, I guessed... because it brought out her panty-line so exquisitely; and, sometimes, the hint of panties is even more erotic than seeing the panties themselves.

And finally, she so obviously enjoyed herself, her eyes sparkling with playfulness as the horny Rottweiler she’d been assigned did its thing.

And asking JoAnne to down a litre of cum was like asking anyone else to eat one peanut. She was thirsty for more. Every score she had was perfect... 100.0% overall. But, in truth, no one had expected any less.

Of course, virtually every other girl who could was there to watch JoAnne work; and JoAnne was on almost every television network, so many of the girls had her performance taped to review it before the next round, if possible. Why not learn from the best and most prolific cock-sucker the world has ever known!

All the St. George’s girls, including Kim, Katie, Stephanie and Brooke watched it closely, with plans to try out whatever new techniques they’d learned working the streets that night. And Stacey and Xeina both watched it too, in their respective hotel rooms, especially focussing on Jo’s performance with the two animals, since that is where both felt somewhat deficient. Luckily, the Olympic hotel had been told to have several big dogs on hand for the girls to rent for the night… so both Stacey and Xeina practiced until the wee hours of the morning.


As luck would have it, it was Stacey who did her short-program first, kneeling in front of the first of a line-up of ten guys. In this competition, the judges’ opinions were secondary to those of the men being sucked. Above all else, each girl had to make the experience as pleasurable for them as possible. Standing at a cash register all day, Stacey had gotten used to smiling at an endless line-up of sometimes impatient customers, so she knew that a big smile was crucial. As she waited for the whistle to go to start her off, she smiled impishly up at her first man. As with the compulsory program, she wore her store uniform, with its red top and black pants, plus white socks and black shoes. She looked every bit the teenage store clerk, and she knew it, prompting her to jokingly ask her first ‘customer’:

“Can I help you, sir?”

At that, the whistle blew and so did she, taking him into her mouth as she had done so many hundreds of men before.

Now girls eventually develop a distinctive style of sucking. There are lickers and gaggers, bobbers and sliders; girls who go fast and others slow; girls who tilt their heads side to side, others who do more nodding and arching of the neck as they go back and forth; girls who use their tongue along the underside of the man’s penis a lot, and others who use more throat; girls who keep their eyes open and watch their man or the cameras or both, and others who close their eyes as if in ecstasy. And, of course, girls invariably combine these various techniques to greater or lesser degrees.

Stacey had watched so many videos of JoAnne, she tried to emulate her as best she could... but JoAnne literally does everything, her mouth so experienced it knows within seconds EXACTLY where a man’s sweet spot is, and how best to stimulate it. And, naturally, no one comes close to deep throating as deep or as well as she does. All this is why JoAnne is the ultimate oral slut. But Stacey had learned many of Jo’s techniques, and she was determined to feature as many of them here as she could remember... not all on one man, certainly, but over the 10 men she now had to suck.

She also tried her best to find out what each man would like best. Unlike JoAnne, she couldn’t feel this with her mouth... so she used her other senses... her eyes watching the man’s face; her ears listening to his gasps and moans; her hands feeling for quivering and weakening of his knees.

But she mostly was a slow, steady slider, tried to go deep (at least to the back of her throat) with every thrust, and almost always kept her eyes open. She also knew, from JoAnne, to always show off her cute little bum to whoever was watching. She knew she didn’t have the experience some of the girls at schools like St. George’s had... she had to work at a store during the day... but she also knew that she knew customer service... and she used that to the fullest. This was most apparent between men, when she’d lean her bum back against her shoes and smile up at the next man stepping up with the same smile pleasant clerks give at a cashier’s booth. Several of the judges noticed this, and all were pleased. Stacey brought a fresh, new, the man’s-always-right attitude to cock-sucking that they liked.

All of this - plus the fact that she finished all 10 men within the allotted 50 minutes, but not too early (leaning back against her shoes to swallow her fifth and final load with 1 minute and 37 seconds to spare – earned her excellent scores across the board. She’d finished the first stage in 5th place, with a 97.1% score. To this, she now added a 97.3% score... and she felt very pleased.

Brooke was 19th to go, showing up wearing skin-tight pink shorts, a white t-shirt, and sexy pink spikes, as well as pink and lavender make-up that told everyone she was all ready to provide blowjobs on a street corner that night. This, too, impressed the judges, with two of them chattering amongst themselves that they’d definitely seek her out that evening, and planning to ask her after she’d finished her ten men if she’d already decided upon a particular corner to work from.

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.

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.