Bitch in a Cage (5.0 & 5.1)
One million two-hundred and twenty-four thousand, three-hundred and forty-six hits. The university's website stretched at the seams but managed the onslaught thanks to the expansion after the quarterback dog fighting scandal a couple of years before. There seemed to be no limit to the public's interest in sex and the showing of compliant women for carnal pleasures.
The sidewalk flowed with fans as it was game day in the small college town. In addition, a modest group of people had accumulated out front. Lookie-loos who thought they recognized a rosebush or a bookshelf from the video. Plus, the house did have something of a reputation. What with naked women and men sometimes making late night appearances. Or with the sounds of alternative sex that sometimes wafted from open upstairs windows.
Game day revelers in red and gray streamed by on the sidewalk totally oblivious. That is until Cyd, the bitch, freed from her cage, presented herself on the porch. She wore a tiny plaid pleated skirt that covered only half her ass, a gray sweater with a red letter “A” that accented her bountiful breasts and was cut short exposing her soft belly. On her feet were silver sneakers and red ankle socks with a little fuzzy balls attached at the back. Her hair was parted down the center a ponytail sprouted out of each side of her head. From each hand dangled a pom pom.
Tim stood next to her. He punched the air with his fist and shouted, “WE ARE.”
The crowd answered, “A U.”
This repeated several times with the cheerleader standing still and quiet slumped and embarrassed until Tim windmilled his arm and slapped the humiliated bitch on the ass with a resounding pop. She yelped. In response she pulled up the front of her skirt showing off white cotton panties framed by red and gray pom poms. Then she stuffed a pom into the the plain panties, bits of streamers poked out of the leg holes and out the top like errant red pubic hairs. She turned, spread her legs apart bent over and looked out at the street from between her knees and then rubbed the other pom across her white fabric covered snatch creating a dark spot.
“COME - TEAM - COME,” her crotch seemed to cheer.
That was enough for some in the general game-going public. They screwed their faces in disgust or shock and hurried off to the stadium. The bitch's face reddened from gravity and the public shaming. Tim kept her bent over, spun her so she faced the people that remained. He stepped behind her, yanked her hair back so that she faced out and then stuck both hands in her mouth and pried it open wide. Her tongue lolled out like a landing strip. He banged his groin into her uncovered ass as drool dripped out of her forced open mouth. Her tits escaped the short letter sweater and swung as alternative pom poms.
Mouths of the observers fell open and pants tented. The poms were tossed to the audience like bits of clothing from a stripper. Tim stood the bitch up, grabbed her cotton underpants and pulled until they disappeared into her now sopping slit. The bitch's eyes rolled up and drops of her juice splattered between her sneakers.
Tim, called like a carnival barker, “Ladies and gentlemen. The bitch is here for your amusement. For a small contribution you may join us inside. I guarantee you've never seen anything like it!”
With that pronouncement he jerked the undies again and Cyd shrieked, “I'll fuck every one of you!”
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A dozen or so took the offer. When they entered they found the bitch on her knees on the living room floor. Her arms were out to the side and bent at the elbow, hands formed flesh tunnels wanting to be filled. Her head back, mouth open, tongue out, looking like some sort of Hindu god when in actuality she was poised as a jizz receptacle.
In just a matter of moments a couple of dicks found their way into her hands and she began stroking. A woman dropped down behind her, grabbed and roughly massaged one of her breasts. With the other hand she found the bitch's hole and began plunging in and out. The bitch coordinated her assailants fingering with the jacking of the cocks. Another man stepped up dropped his pants and stroked himself in time with everyone else. His engorged dick was loaded and cocked and threatened to go off in her face.
They all looked like a single vibrating and humping flesh machine. All connected, gears meshed in frantic unison. The first to go off was the cock in her face. Globs landed on her cheeks, in her mouth, strung across her hair. That started a chain-reaction of grunts and groans. Cum flew in all directions with the bitch in the crossfire. She felt and registered every warm drop. She reveled in the attention, proud of in her success as a cum-making machine.
The woman behind unplugged her finger from the bitch's pulsing hole and caught a palm full of squirt. This she added with cum scraped from the bitch's face and force-fed the mixture to her. The bitch in her nonchalant and meticulous way licked the fingers and hand clean.
“Next!” she yelled to the room.