PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 12-13 (you know)

Here are TWO CHAPS. 12 was written but not completed until now. 13 written from my notes for the last few days. The story arc I had created for Glory and friends has changed a bit, but nothing to change what has already been written. Hope you enjoy. I see a few more chaps, then fini.

PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 12

The weight machines stood mutely under the bright lights as the teams moved over to their respective benches near the area. An official blew a whistle. The German team offered Elena Wexler, a first year, to begin. She put the pin in the stacked weights at twenty five pounds, sat her thick cock into the sling, fitted her feet in the steel blocks and lifted her hand to the officials. The clock was set at ten seconds. With the screech of the whistle, a roar came from the German team’s bench as the young Elena strained to lift that weight.

It was a strategic move on their part. She should have started lower but her best had been twenty eight pounds so her coach told her to try twenty five. With gritted teeth and an ear splitting shout, she moved the weights up. Precious seconds went flying past but she couldn’t hit the bar. A buzzer sounded and little Elena dropped what she had raised. She kept her head lowered at her failure and sat on the bench.

Coach Tyler got Alison Lloyd up and led her to the machines, whispering things to her as they walked. With a pat on the butt, the Coach walked back to the bench and watched.

Alison had lifted eighteen pounds easily, twenty two her personal best. But having rubbed her hands on Glory’s balls, she licked and smelled them before putting the pin at twenty five pounds. Fitting her cock in the sling, her feet snug against the steel blocks, she raised her hand, taking a lungful of air.

The clock and whistle started simultaneously. Alison worked her inner muscles and got her cock taut against the steel cable. Blowing air out and sucking it in she strained and shouted out, feeling the weight lift against her efforts. With a last surge, she heard and felt the BANG of the weights hitting the bar. She relaxed and unseated her cock from the sling, a triumphant smile on her face. The roar was incredible.

The Germans had their work cut out for them. They offered Katrina Feyra, a petite girl with a strong cock. Coach Tyler noticed the girl, knowing well that she could be a problem. It was rumored Katrina had lifted, out of season, thirty two pounds. But her official record was twenty three.

The whistle blew and little Katrina, havi