PRENDERGAST SCHOOL 11

Story by misfit446

HERE IT IS. ENJOY.

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 har

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