Wendy matter-of-factly states to you, "the team blowjob is not complete until you blow the Cannondale Conquistadors mascot, Cannon!"
Whoops and howls of derisive laughter renew when she jerks your collar's lead to force you to face your own latest conquest.
If you weren't so tired from the day's events, as well as sexually frustrated, you might have laughed yourself at the absurdity of the situation.
The student sitting on the concrete pedestal before you wears a polyfoam version of a Ponce deLeon-like Spanish Conquistador. The large foam head has a replica of the conical helmet with a latex twirled mustache and pointed goatee. The fake eyes seem to stare lecherously down at you in your abbreviated cheer uniform. The character's caricature continues with an exaggerated upper chest encased in fake gold armor, as well as boots and gloves. The leather-like kilt reminds you of Wendy's pleated skirt as he sits before you.
What pokes out between the kilt and the red tights that have been pulled down to mid-thigh was no laughing matter, though. It wasn't the largest cock you have seen today, but it was easily the thickest. It indeed looks like a cannon as it steadily grows under your gaze.
WHACK! Your head gets knocked forward, your cheek now against the over two inch wide cockshaft. You can feel the intense heat of it burn through your soft cheek.
"Don't stand there and admire it, stupid! Suck the damn thing!" Wendy yells at you, making you feel small and insignificant once again, after having back-handed the base of your skull and throwing you into the mascot's lap.
Tears welling in your eyes again, both from the humiliation and the pain of the blow to the back of your head, you obey the team's head cheerleader.
Your jaw aches as you stretch your pouty mouth wide to accommodate this monster. All the cocksucking you've done this past hour doesn't better enable you to encompass the wide fleshy girth of this prick. If anything, the fatigued muscles and tendons make it that much harder. But you remember you're upholding the honor of the school and drive your face forward, trying desperately to get enough oxygen through your nose as your throat fills with eighteen-year-old cockmeat.
You barely hear the teen inside the costume curse your beauty as you work your way up to the curly patch of pubes above the wide base of his monster cock. The depravity of this act is getting you so excited, you bring a hand down between your bare legs.
"Oh no you don't!" you hear Wendy order from behind you as you feel a soft hand pull your fingers away from your needy pussy. "This is for our pleasure not yours. We better do something with those wandering digits. Idle hands are the devil's playthings!" she laughs.
What's Wendy planned?
--Cuff your wrists behind you?
--Offer them to some needy cheerleaders?
--Have you help the mascot along?
--Something else?
Time remaining: 64 hrs. 45 mins. |