PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 11

PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 11

Coach Tyler was pacing about as the girls entered. “Hurry and sit down,” she barked. The experienced girls new she wasn’t angry, just anxious and nervous, as they all were. I want all of you to work on your muscle exercises. Thirty minutes. So all of you strip down and spread out. I want to see you working. And I can tell.”

The girls stripped, piling all the clothing about the walls of the room. Soon, forty young girls were nude, sitting and working on their internal exercises. Coach Tyler’s eyes traveled about watching each abdomen and upper belly flexing and relaxing. “Tabitha Andrews, you’re slacking. Get going or you are out,” the stern sounding Coach shouted. The shame of being singled out worked, Tabitha doubled her exertions, working her muscles to soreness.

With her eyes spying intensely, she noticed little Glory working her own muscles fully, their definition bulging out of her thin skin. She smirked at the little dynamo. But she kept her vigilance and made the girls work all thirty minutes, even a minute over.

“Okay, relax,” she barked out. The girls sighed with relief.

“Concentrate now. I want all of you to really visualize doing your event, trying as hard as you can and winning,” she said softly. All eyes closed, brows furrowed, thinking, dreaming of winning as Coach Tyler wanted.

Another ten minutes went by and Coach called a rest. Then more exercises, then visualizing. This went on for the rest of the first hour.

Eight o’clock and she had the girls relaxing in showers, saunas and steam rooms. The girls worked in ten minute shifts. Soon they were all dressed in their meet togs, bright red body suits. Glory seemed so happy to be wearing hers. The other, more experienced girls just sat there, still using the visualization technique to work up their bodies to victory.

At eight thirty, the girls filed out into the competition arena. There were supporters already sitting in the stands. Most from Prendergast, some from the German school and the town. Flags and banners waved about as the girls entered. There was a policing of the area that needed to be done. This was more a ritual than a true need, yet it was an important psyching tool for the team.

Glory helped, watching the other girls to learn what she needed to do. Soon, the girls were sitting on their benches, waiting for the visitors to come out. First, the German coach exited the visitor’s locker room, shaking hands with Coach Tyler. Then the German girls trotted out. To all the Prendergast girls, from the most experienced to Glory, they all seemed massive and dangerous.

The huge girls came out in order, first years to seniors. Each set of ten girls sat on their specific bench.

Glory was already sitting with the first years, but on the floor. She was on reserve. A German girl was also sitting on the floor. She was the opposing team’s substitute if needed.

The judges came in next, dressed in tight blue and white striped body suits. They were past contestants or were pros now, probably training for the Futa Olympics. Now they were giving back and helping the young ones to compete and meet their potentials within the rules of the meet.

One official blew a whistle and called out the first event, first years were to start. It was Distance. A tall dark haired girl for the Germans stepped up to the alley. A name was put up on the digital display: Magda Remegan. For Prendergast, Coach Tyler chose Amy Harrigan. Both girls held their kneel length cocks up over their bulging balls. Each had a bowl of lubricant next to them to help out at the start. The official clock was set at ten minutes.

The contestants lathered their strong pulsing cocks liberally with the lube and set their hands on the shafts, watching the official. With a down arm swing and a quick tweet on the whistle the two girls fists began to fly over their slick clubs. Shouts and screams erupted in the large arena. The two girls needed to tune out all the noise and concentrate on their job, to spit out their stored up cum as far as possible.

Amy was working her shaft expertly. A side glance showed the taller German girl was looking back at her own shafting. It helped to watch the other stroke, a psychological boost to the libido. But visualization of a sexy thought or friend always helped too.

Magda was the first to shout, her cock bucking and bloating as her big softballs began to pump out her cum in only a minute and a half. Amy eyed the German girl’s gun begin to ooze out her pearly puss, but witnessed a sharp spasm as the girl shot a long line of cum, lightning fast. The speed of the shot amazed Amy and made her fist miss a beat of her rhythmic technique.

Though Amy couldn’t see the distance, it was the spark to get her juices flowing. She felt her own cum moving up her thickness as her inner muscles worked so hard they burned with the effort.

Concentrating one hand about her ballooning head, she shouted out, bucked her hips and felt the glorious release. Her first shot almost his twenty feet, not wasting a drip. Her next spasm shot a bee line of ball butter, hitting further. But her eyes were shut tight, her fists a blur, her abdomen burning with strain as she emptied herself of her seed.

Magda finished first, shooting the rest of her stuff about the cloth near her feet. Amy still came hard, sent several thick beams of female fluid down the cloth scale. With a groan, she let the rest of her cum dribble out about her feet. She was done. The Prendergast team shouted and whooped it up. The officials did their measuring and the light board revealed the winner.

AMY HARRIGAN: Thirty Two Feet, Eight and One Half Inches.
MAGDA REMEGAN: Thirty One Feet, Eleven inches.

Prendergast got a point. Heats two and three would commence. On heat two, the Germans got a point. In Heat three, Holly Wilson beat out Sophie Hurst by less than an inch! The school now had the lead, 2 to 1.

Glory was amazed and proud to be there, watching all the contests, watching the athletes really work hard.

The Second years distance meet was next. This was spectacular. Nellie Jones actually LOST to a short plump German girl named Uta Begdorf and they both hit over FIFTY FEET!

At this point, the school was losing 4 to 2. Coach Tyler was pacing about the benches of the Juniors and Seniors, trying to psych them up.

The Junior distance team was worked up. Anticipation and nervousness was coarsing through their bloating veins as they shot their loads. Kylie Dawson hit fifty feet one inch and beat her opponent, but Bunny Sampson and Melanie Marsden lost their heats to the Germans with ill timed spasms, shooting a gallon of goo short of the cloth scale. It was put up as nervousness. Coach Tyler was pissed yet controlled her anger, but still admonished the young girls for not concentrating.

This made the score 6 to 3.

The Seniors were up next. Mary Brokaw was up first against Eva Rellstrom, the girl they saw on the video. Mary was practically shaking as she lubed up her very impressive twenty two inches. She watched Eva lube her own dick lovingly, peaking at twenty four inches and very thick.

The whistle blew and the girls worked their cranks. The roar in the arena was deafening. Mary watched Eva stroke while she worked her own fists about her powerful pisser. She noted that Eva couldn’t encircle her shooter with her hand. Mary’s was slimmer and offered more area for stimulation.

‘How could that thing shoot sixty two feet?’ she thought to herself. One thing Coach Tyler ALWAYS stressed during meets was NEVER EVER question yourself, your ability, your strengths. Mary tried to clear her mind. She began to think of her own personal best, forty two feet, seven inches. She tried to visualize hitting that mark and surpassing it.

Both girls seemed to shout together, as their hoses launched. Mary’s first spurt already hit the cloth. Eva was dribbling out several small shots that wouldn’t count. Mary worked her hips, fists and inner muscles, causing her two cantaloupes to swing wildly about between her thighs. With her eyes closed, thinking of meeting that cute kid Glory, she launched a powerful blast that seemed to deflate her balls with that one line drive. The din of the arena wasn’t telling Mary how far she had hit but she knew she was done. With a grunt she stopped shafting, letting her stallion fall down and drip out her dregs as her inner muscled fluttering calmed down.

Eva was still trying to launch more and more of her sauce down the long scale. With a shout she dropped her massive missile and let her balls continue to shoot blasts about her feet.

Mary turned toward the board and watched. Coach Tyler came up and hugged her. “You did good.”

Officials took their time to get the results up. But soon they were displayed.

MARY ARNAZ: Forty seven feet, three inches
EVA RELLSTROM: Forty seven feet, two and a half inches.

The school supporters and the team on the benches went wild. A half inch won them another point. Mary was mugged by all her teammates as the next meet was set up by the officials.

Kay Baller was up against Bertha Stroheim. Both were long distance shooters. Both girls held onto slim twenty six inchers. Both had large beach balls hanging down between their powerful legs.

It was a nail biter. Both had personal bests of over fifty feet. Both took longer to shoot than normal, working on building up one powerful blast that would take most of their energy. It was a risky technique, but Coach Tyler had worked with Kay extra hard, making her do hours of inner muscle flexing even while in class.

Most distancers, as they were called, wanted to get it out a little at a time until they felt they were loosened up and could shoot one long streamer for the win.

Either way, the two girls openly ogled each others serious crank as the clock ticked off, dropping past the five minute mark. The roar died down a bit so individual shouts of encouragement could be heard in English and German.

The school team kept quiet mostly, watching, praying and hoping. Glory watched the two girls work their spitting sticks. She wished she had a cock like theirs. Hers was a gnarled, ugly whale while theirs were streamlined spears. She glanced up at the board. They were still losing 6 to 4. The clock now read just under four minutes.

Just then, Bertha shouted out and launched a massive spray of white wigglers in a display of virile girl cock. It was just the one shot which traveled far on the cloth scale. Then the big girl dropped her prow and let the rest of her baby batter pool about her feet.

Kay just kept up her fisting like nothing happened. At the two minute mark a horn sounded, alerting her to the amount of time left. “COME ON KAY. I LOVE YOU,” came a shout from the stands.

With her eyes closed, fists blurred and her inner muscles and hips working she shouted out and launched a laser line of cock snot down the scale. It was a perfectly straight shot. Everyone held their breath as the massive about of girl goo landed with a loud splat on the cloth. She let her shaft go and continued to spew out torrents of her juice about the floor as she turned to look at the board.

KAY BALLER: Fifty five feet, four inches
BERTHA STROHEIM: Fifty four feet, one inch

Again the arena burst into a roar. The score was now 6 to 5. And that ended the Distance meet.

Next came Volume. This was where the truly heavy guns came out to play.

First years Flower Rogers, Hannah Kutchner and Buffy Nichols were up for the school. Coach Tyler was worried about Buffy who was suffering a cold. She eyed Glory sitting there and fought the urge to use her substitute so soon. She knew Glory was worthless for the strength event so if she was going to use her it had to be in Volume, which she was exceptionally good at.

And so Flower and her partner Candy were paired with Raida Hammler and her impish partner Yelta. The clock was set at ten minutes and they began. Glory watched, almost with a smile as the big girls got worked over by their helpers. It was illegal to penetrate the cock with anything but head licking, rubbing and punching was allowed. Flower’s foot thick cock was getting mauled by Candy as Raida’s two foot thick cock got brutalized by the little elf Yelta who was jumping up and down on the cock with both feet.

Glory groaned in agony as she thought of having ANYONE doing that to her dick. Just then Flower groaned loudly and began to expel her spooge. The scale LED began to build up as Candy continued to work the huge cock. Kay continued to shout and grunt as the scale now topped twenty gallons.

Raida shouted and began her own orgasm as the little gnome Yelta continued to jump, pound, thump and pummel her partner’s giant gun. The red colored numbers continued up and up. Twenty six, twenty eight. At twenty nine gallons, four ounces, Kay sighed as her spooge still emptied out yet now didn’t count.

Raida hit twenty seven gallons and also stopped. That now tied the score, yet there was still more to come.

Sadly, Hannah and Buffy lost to the Germans, even though they put out prodigious amounts of their honey, both increasing their personal best. Coach Tyler knew the girls did their best and congratulated them heartily.

The score now was 8 to 6 for the Germans.

The second years came up next, adding a point to the school and two for the Germans making the score 10 to 7.

The Juniors lined up. Coach Tyler pulled Penny Bogart out and put in Nikki Funk instead, perfectly legal. Nikki was on the roster. Glory was only on the substitute roster. Penny was pissed but her German opponent Nora Deitzen was a huge girl and knew she couldn’t truly compete against her. Nora was known for dumping fifty gallons consistently. Penny’s best was only forty four gallons. Nikki was able to challenge Nora for she had hit fifty gallons many times before.

Nikki’s partner was her sister Bebe who seemed to know how to work her older sister’s big bomber. Both opponents settled in their chamber, the huge cocks resting comfortably into the maw of the stainless steel container. The officials walked around and made sure everything was legal and the scales were zeroed out.

The clock was set at ten minutes and the whistle shrieked. The roar from the stands and benches started as the helpers worked their magic. Bebe was all over her sister’s sewer pipe, working, rubbing, punching and kicking the uber flesh.

Glory winced again at the violent display in front of her. She turned to one of the girls on the bench. “Why do they have to do that?”

“Because they have to get the blood moving. Get the nerves pinging.”

“Pinging?” asked Glory.

“It’s a technical term but it’s like waking them up. Getting them to get really sensitive.”

“Oh,” Glory nodded and watched.

Nora Deitzen shouted out and her helper was a blur of activity as the scale began to move up.

“COME ON NIKKI!” Penny shouted in team spirit.

Bebe then did something that was interesting. She pulled out her thick boa from her suit and let it expand and slither about her sister’s huge hog. She used her own dick to caress and bump along the prominent ridge of Nikki’s cock head. Nikki tossed her head back and shouted, her bloated balls jumping about as they unloaded their pent up lust.

The scales were a blur as both girls really put out the product. Both benches were clear as the teammates were on their feet, clapping and shouting encouragement.

Bebe kept up her cock to cock stimulation, a slow swiping of her cock head along Nikki’s bulging one.

Glory noted it wasn’t violent at all. It was sexy and beautiful. Seeing that made Glory’s glands begin to expand so much that she was now sitting on them, not the floor. The continued sensuousness of the display caused her balls to bloat even more so that she was on level with the bench height now.

Both opponents were still pouring out their emissions as each passed the forty five gallon level.

More shouts, screams, cheering. Glory’s balls were now so big she had to stand and lean on them.

Coach Tyler was shouting at Nikki to concentrate. She glanced back down the line of her team and noticed Glory’s predicament. Still watching the scale displays she walked over to the young girl.

“Glory, you all right?”

“Um, I guess. I feel hot,” Glory murmured, wafting her face with her hand.

“Hang in there.”

A buzzer sounded signaling the end of one of the opponents cum. It was the German girl Nora who had stopped. Her read out topped at fifty three gallons, three ounces.

Nikki’s scale was still moving but was only at forty nine gallons. “COME ON!” the team shouted out. Glory screamed out her encouragement. Bebe started to whip her thick dick about the pulsing cock, beating it hard, shouting unheard at her older sister.

Another buzzer sounded and everyone knew Nikki was done. All eyes were glued onto the scale read out. Fifty three gallons, two, three, four, five . . . . .” The roar was earsplitting. It didn’t matter now. She had won. Bebe hugged her sister fiercely, kissing her and patting her shoulders. The final count, fifty three gallons, nine ounces. It wasn’t a personal best for Nikki but she had won a point for the team.

As the pandemonium continued, the officials readied for the next heat. Coach Tyler gathered the other two Juniors over by Glory. She ordered all the others to encircle them, hiding them from view.

“What’s up Coach?” Glory asked as the girls all closed in about her. Louisa Denning and Colleen Timmons knelt down on either side of Glory’s giant syrup sacs.

“Take a deep breath girls, wipe your hands on her balls, then dip a finger into her cunt and taste her.”

“Why?” asked Louisa.

“Just do it.”

Both girls rubbed and caressed the gnarled roundness of Glory’s balls, sniffed about them, even licked them. Then Colleen slid a slim finger into the young girl’s moist depths. Pulling it out she sucked her finger. “Tastes good but I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to. Louisa?”

“Okay Coach,” she said and slid her digit deep into a groaning Glory. She pulled her slimy finger out and sucked it. “Good.”

“Now get out there and make every shot count,” Coach Tyler said, slapping each on the ass as they got up.

Louisa was up against Leni Pfeffenshtal. The whistle blew and the girls got a good working over. Louisa actually sucked the finger she put inside Glory’s pussy again, still enjoying the taste. She smelled that finger also which seemed to heighten her senses, her nerves all a tingle.

Her helper, Pinky Raythorn, was doing her best to work the big crank over. For some reason, Louisa didn’t really feel all the work done on her over large log. She felt heat pour from her body like never before. The flush overtaking her body was intoxicating. It wasn’t a minute before she began to shoot her sauce. She was surprised at that. So was everyone else.

As the scale read out was a blur of redness. Louisa began to groan out as her body pulsed and spasmed visibly. Her large breasts were heaving inside the stretchy body suit, her nipples as hard as bullets.

Coach Tyler witnessed it all and smirked. ‘Natalie and Doc Vic were right,’ she thought. ‘We can win this and it’s all legal.’

Clapping and shouting as she paced back and forth, she eyed Glory closely, watching the blush of her body get more pronounced as her testes continued to grow, now sticking out the back of Glory’s ass, forcing the girl to stand three feet from the wall the benches were lined up against.

Coach Tyler scanned the standa and noticed Natalie standing up at the top of the stands, leaning on the back wall. ‘She looks so cocky,’ Tammy thought.

Louisa was convulsing now, her cock looking like it was breathing as it expanded to accommodate her baby batter, and deflate at that huge load was expelled only to reinflate with the next load.

The German girl seemed to be having trouble cumming. She even resorted to punching and rubbing her own cock as her helper did everything she could.

A buzzer sounded, signaling Louisa’s ending. The read out read sixty four gallons, twelve ounces. The roar was incredible.

Even though there was still four minutes left on the clock, Leni just stood there and cried her eyes out in resignation. The officials came over to the crying girl. She was shaking her head vigorously. The officials held a pow wow and then called both coaches over. The roar died out quickly. It was eerily quiet.

A minute later and the decision was made. Leni had resigned her match giving Prendergast a point and the weak Louisa a new personal best and team record.

Colleen was up next. She called the coach over. “Hey, can Glory help me?”

“What’s wrong with Theresa?” Coach Tyler asked.

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Well, there is no rule that says that the cummer can’t like lick out or finger their helper, right?”

“Er, no. But how is that going to . . . . ., oh, wait. Let me check with the officials.” She strode over and called a meeting with them. It went on for over a minute. The German coach came over and more talk. A rule book was being searched. Finally, the group broke up and Coach Tyler gave Colleen the okay.

“Glory, get your butt over here. You’re helping Colleen.” Glory was surprised.

“But I don’t know how?” she explained as she dragged her massive sack behind her.

“Just do what Colleen says,” she said, patting Glory’s ginormous testes softly. ‘God I should have thought of this before.’

Glory dragged herself over to Colleen. “Um, Coach said I should help you. But I don’t know what to do.”

Colleen giggled. “It’s okay, just climb up here on my cock, your ass facing me.”

“What? And then I like beat on your dick?”

“No, you won’t have to. Just bend over and let me inhale your smell.”

The whistle blew and the clock started. The Germans, shaken at Leni’s pitiful display, began to vigorously start.

Glory climbed up onto Colleen’s colossal cock and bent down, arranging her balls and cock about, offering her ass and pussy to Colleen’s face. Colleen leaned in and took a deep breath of the warm musk emanating from Glory’s privates. Even through the body suit, it smelled lovely.

Colleen reached up with both hands and pulled the damp gusset to the side and bumped her nose into Glory’s pulsing petals. Glory jumped in surprise and looked over her shoulder but couldn’t see anything but her gargantuan balls. But she could feel Colleen now licking her cunt vigorously.

She dropped her head down in lustful resignation. Electricity shot through her body, her nipples hardened to painful points. Glory began to grind her ass about at the wet warm tongue whipping about her snatch.

Just then she felt a whoosh of air scream across her super sensitive fuck flesh as Colleen screeched out her cum. Glory felt as if she was riding a bucking bronco. Colleen’s cock rose and dipped as her balls sent inhuman amounts of wily wigglers out into the tank. Time seemed to stand still as Glory struggled to maintain her balance on Colleen’s cannon.

The loud thudding of Colleen’s cumming against the side of the tank was thunderous, overpowering the roar of the crowd.

The readout was truly a blur of red as the numbers couldn’t fully form before having to change. Everyone watched Colleen and Glory. The Germans were also watching the display, even though the helper was trying to make her partner cum.

Colleen was near comatose when the buzzer sounded. It took another five seconds before the read out slowed and began to make sense. The roar was huge. Little Colleen Timmons had set a world record, and ONLY a junior. Seventy six gallons, fifteen ounces.

The noise was now too loud. Everyone was holding hands over ears as the Germans still tried to cum. The girl did finally, but only hit fifty seven gallons. The teams were now tied 10 to 10.

The seniors were next. The ritual was the same. Each girl rubbed, licked and tasted little Glory’s intimate parts, and was the helper for each cummer.

And so, Erica Coppersmith, Wendy Nash and Diane Willis all won their events, with a first for any match ever. Wendy Nash actually set ANOTHER world record, topping the scales at eighty four gallons, fourteen ounces. Colleen was a little miffed, but being ranked second in the world worked for her.

The school was now leading 13 to 10 and now Strength was up next. Glory got patted, caressed, licked and prodded inside. From first years to seniors, they all did it.

So the teams got over to the machines and the crowd watched and waited.