"Let's not make this into an all day sucker," Wendy scolds, leaning against the concrete pedestal, just outside the right leg of her school's mascot. She reaches back down towards your little skirt and brings your hands up and rests them on the pedestal. "It's getting late into the afternoon, and we're starting to lose the light!"
As you continue to suck the wide prick of the mascot for all you're worth, you realize she is right. The once bright sun is disappearing behind the distant trees, the courtyard shadows are getting long.
"Use one hand on his balls to coax the cum out. Rub his prostate with the other. That will get him!" she laughs.
You look at her oddly, your cheeks stuffed, a plucked eyebrow arched in question.
"Stick your index finger up his asshole and rub behind his cock, dummy! Don't they teach you anything at that school?" your rival college's head cheerleader near shouts in your ear.
The crowd surrounding you busts out in laughter, partly because of Wendy's cutting remark, mostly because she is making you use your finger on Cannon's asshole. As the word of what was said passes back through the courtyard, the laughter steadily builds.
Tears well in your eyes as you struggle to breathe around this monster cock you have between your stretched lips. The hot wet drops trickle down your cheeks and drip off them, falling to the thick cockshaft. The laughter is just too much to bear, but you know resistance is futile. Besides, if what Wendy said is right, you will soon be free from this dinosaur dick.
You bring both hands below the mascot's cockshaft and find some space to work. As you begin to massage the large eggs inside Cannon's ball sac with one hand, you work your other a few inches further and manage to drive it up his anus.
The crowd roars around you as they see you are going through with it, but you continue nonetheless. Your fingertip finds a bulge behind his cockshaft, and you begin to massage it.
This must be the spot. You can feel his cockhead swell even further at the back of your throat. Then, his pent-up jizz blasts the back of your throat, the force taking you by surprise. The wide head precludes the mancream from going down your throat and it backs up into your sinuses, blocking your air.
"Oh God, you're such a good cocksucker!" you barely hear the mascot compliment as he unloads inside your mouth.
You try to back away from him, but you feel Wendy keeping you in place, oblivious to what is really going on. Your head starts spinning, you're afraid you're going to drown in cum.
It is not until the mascot sees your eyes rolling back in your head that he takes off his own polyfoam one and tells the Cannondale cheerleader, "Gawd, Wendy! I think I killed her!"
The crowd around you grows silent and you feel your body being pulled back. Your eyes are clouding as you continue to gasp for breath and gulp nothing but liquid.
What will happen?
--you are given mouth to mouth
--you find yourself in the cool night air
--you are taken to the campus infirmary
--you are given the Heimlich maneuver
Time remaining: 64 hrs. 30 mins.
|