You feel the same feminine hands that had been swatting your backside now gripping the flare of your hips and drawing you out from under the short hem of Wendy's cheer skirt.
You are once again out in the bright sunlight of your rival college's courtyard. You squint your eyes as they try to adjust from being in the shadows of Wendy's covered poontang.
Before you can fully recover, you feel yourself jerked upright by a pull on the lead attached to the collar around your neck. One of Wendy's minions yanks you to your right, and you find yourself standing before their school's handsome blond quarterback.
'If only it were another time and another place..' you think as you eye the good-looking brushcut blond. He smirks as he looks back at you from the wrought iron bench he sits upon.
"Kneel before the conquering Conquistadors!" he yells at you as he points his index finger towards the brick walkway.
Before you have a chance to react, you are forced to your knees before the cocky QB. You see that Wendy has recovered from the climax on your face, and has taken back control of your leash. She pulls the lead further forward, forcing you to within an inch of his bobbing cockhead.
The quarterback looks down at you and says, "Your football team sucks, and now, so will you!" With that, he pulls your hair and guides your lips to the cock that sticks over the top of his sweatpants.
You cast a quick nervous glance to both sides of you. The benches surrounding the founder's monument are filled with the ball players. The cocks of those nearby are already at full attention, having watched you eat out their cheer team's captain right before them. You hadn't expected this when you volunteered to be the ante in the school's bet.
You reach your tongue out and swirl it around the quarterback's cock, savoring the salty taste of the hunky stud. The crowd goes wild around you as they see you take their quarterback's cock in your mouth and begin to suck him deep. For some reason, their derisive chants and mocking cheers make you work harder at coaxing the cum from the star player. You bring your hands up, one you use to stroke his shaft and the other you use to reach in his pants to massage his balls.
"Aggh! You sweet whore!" the quarterback bellows, rising off his seat to push into your throat as he jets his cum inside you.
The unexpected onslaught causes you to choke and gag, cumbubbles blow out your nose as your sinuses fill with the stuff. But you swallow it all.
Before you even have a chance to catch your breath, you are dragged to your right to start on the team's star receiver.
And so it goes. You are dragged halfway around the statue, going all the way through the offensive line. One teen hardon after another is shoved in your face, and you not so willingly oblige, sucking the dicksticks for all they're worth, until you are rewarded with their delicious cum. Your mind starts swimming, you try to taste the difference between one cumload and the next as the crowd continues to taunt you.
You finally think you are done with the ball players when Wendy announces the last of the offensive team. Sitting back on your haunches, you glance at another three sets of benches full of bigger, beefier, and somewhat darker, players. The defensive line. Their cocks are hard and ready as well, from watching your oral activities.
Wendy drags you to the first, a large black Defensive End, with an equally large cock. You treat him no differently, attacking his swollen member with your suctioning lips and massaging tongue.
You find yourself coming full circle, back at the front of the statue where you started. Only now your belly feels bloated, filled with the cum of you don't know how many collegiate athletes. You touch your lips. They feel all pursed and swollen, like you've been sucking on lemons all day. As you take your hands away from your face, you look at them as well. They look like something from a horror movie. The spaces between your fingers are webbed with the cumdregs that oozed down their cockshafts. The cum on your fingers is beginning to dry and flake off in places.
Your self-absorbed study is interrupted by a new group of whoops and hollers. You see Wendy put someone else in the place she occupied on the concrete pedestal.
"The team is not complete until you blow.." Wendy tells you.
You look up to see who it is.
Is it--
-- the waterboy?
-- the costumed mascot?
-- the coach?
-- the cheer coach?
Time remaining: 65 hrs. |