Peter Weiner hefted the bat in his hand and gave it a practice swing, feeling the weight, the balance, delighting at the rush of wind as it cut the air. It had been a bit of an off night, but every great athlete is entitled to one every now and again. He surmised that it had something to do with his latest attempt to fuck his gorgeous girlfriend, Mia, who was now in the stands chanting with the crowd, “PeeWee! PeeWee!” as Peter stepped up to the plate. That afternoon, as Mia lay naked in his bed, with Peter’s father’s most recent ejaculation coating her cunt lips, Peter had made his latest attempt to penetrate his slutty girlfriend’s popular pussy. Intent on getting his cock into the tight confines of Mia’s cunt, which had been so brutally dominated by so many others, Peter had smeared a small dollop of desensitizing cream on his tiny penis. It wasn’t just the heat and wetness of Mia’s cunt that always set him off, though that had a great deal to do with it. Each time he made to push his penis into her, his vivid imagination recalled the many other men that had successfully fucked his girlfriend. The erotic images of Mia lost in pleasure as she bucked and humped against them, her mouth open and long, dark hair splayed wildly, grunting or moaning, gave him an orgasmic rush of pleasure that brought on his orgasm. When his penis touched the wetness of her pussy, he pictured the many times he’d watched his father, or one of the other men at his parents’ swapping parties, fuck their bigger cocks into his squealing girlfriend. He recalled the way they pushed their tongues into her mouth, sucked on her large, firm tits, or parted her amazing ass and took it without asking, as though she were a latex sex doll to be used, regardless of consent, rather than the woman Peter loved and adored. With every attempt to feel her pleasurable pussy for himself, rather than hearing Mia telling him, “That’s it, baby. Put that dick in me,” he would instead recall all the times that she’d breathily, lustily told all of those men the same thing. “That’s it, baby! Shove that big cock in there and fuck me!” “Oh, fuck! It’s so fucking big! Oh, Pete, he’s gonna split your girlfriend’s pussy in half!” “Oh, Pete, fuck! I love your dad’s cock! I love your dad’s big cock so much!” Malatya Escort “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oh, fuck! Make it yours, baby! I want you to fuck me like this every day!” This latest attempt to push his cock into Mia was, unfortunately, doomed to failure. The desensitizing cream had proven far too effective, and Peter’s cock only sagged limply between his fingers as he tugged on it, blushing, feeling humiliated. Even Mia’s skillful mouth around it proved an ineffective aphrodisiac against the powerful cream. Her tongue slightly numb from the effort, Mia, always the loving and comforting girlfriend, assured him that she didn’t mind. “It will happen when it happens,” Mia said, holding him and kissing him, her naked tits pressed against his chest, “I don’t love you for your cock. I love you because you’re the most amazing man there is. You know that any time you want to cum on or in me, you can have it, just like everyone else.” Peter’s cock twitched at the words, which would normally be enough to get him hard, but in this instance, even the humiliating rush of pleasure at the reminder of Mia’s sluttiness wasn’t enough. And so, Peter had come to the game with his thoughts on his latest failure to fuck his girlfriend, rather than the goal of winning the game. He’d had a bad night, and for the game that would secure his team’s place in the playoffs, that was not a good thing. He’d struck out at bat, and then he’d been walked. Now, they were down in the last inning, with the clock running out. Their fate was on Peter and Peter’s mind was on his limp penis. As he stood at the dugout, giving the bat a swing, preparing to step up, Carl lay a hand on his shoulder. “This is all you, PeeWee. You’ve got this. Send us home, dude. We’ve got a kickass party tonight after you get this win. The guys are looking forward to your girl sucking some cock tonight, so bring it home.” The comment from Carl brought forth the image of Mia, on her knees, surrounded by hard dicks, his teammates beating them against her face as they waited their turn to feed his girlfriend their cum. His cock hardened. His humiliation burned. He stepped up to the plate, determined. A glance into the stands showed him his gorgeous, slutty girlfriend, wearing his number, Malatya Escort Bayan her braless tits jiggling wildly as she bounced and chanted, pom poms in her hands like some whorish cheerleader as the man next to her helped himself to a grope of her ass.All around him, the sound of the crowd faded and dulled in his mind. There was only the sound of Mia’s voice, chanting, “PeeWee! PeeWee!” but Peter heard, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” and readied himself. The pitcher reared back, threw, and Peter’s trained, expert eye saw him release the bottle of desensitizing cream from his hand. It sailed toward him with blazing speed, and Peter swung, connected, the wood of the bat cracking against it. The crowd fell hushed and then exploded into cheers as that goddamned bottle went sailing away into the night. His teammates burst from the dugout, taking up the chant, surrounding him, and slapping his back, and his shoulders. The runners on base came home, joining the rest of the team in victory. *** Still wearing his number, Peter led Mia by the hand into the victory party to another round of cheers. Caroline, one of his teammate’s girlfriends gave peter a kiss on the cheek and handed him a beer, then proceeded to tonguefuck Mia’s mouth and grope her tits to a further cheer from partygoers.”You’re a fucking hero, man,” Carl said, putting his arm around Mia’s waist and his hand under her skirt to rub her pantiless, wet cunt. He licked Mia’s slut honey from his fingers and then put his arm around Pete’s shoulder, guiding him around the party to receive congratulations from everyone. Peter could smell his girlfriend’s pussy on Carl’s fingers. This took some time and, when Peter finally found his girlfriend again, he’d been given four victory shots and another two beers. Mia sat on one of the couches with Caroline straddling her lap, the blonde girl’s eager tongue licking out Mia’s mouth as the two of them made slutty little purrs of arousal. It didn’t take much of this display to get the rowdy crowd of players excited and cheering, and the next thing Peter knew, Caroline was on her knees with her face buried in Mia’s fuckhole and there were two dicks in his girlfriend’s hands. “Your girl’s some kind of slut, Pete,” Carl said, “I hear Escort Malatya your dad’s been cocking her good.” Peter nodded, transfixed, as Mia began to stroke off two of his teammates while having her cunt serviced by another girl. His small dick hardened as Mia came on the girl’s tongue. Mia dropped her cocks and pulled off her skirt, leaving her in only the jersey bearing Peter’s number and name. She threw two of the couch cushions on the floor to roars of approval, and then lay on them, kissing Caroline, writhing in sapphic passion with the other girl. After some minutes of this, Caroline pushed the shirt up and began to suck on Mia’s fantastic rack, as two of Peter’s teammates knelt by Mia’s face. One of them gripped her hair and pushed the length of his hard cock into her mouth. Peter, overcome with the sight, dropped his pants and stepped forward in a daze. Being a regular attendee to his parents’ outrageous sex parties, Peter had grown accustomed to being nude with a roomful of others. Though he only ever observed at these parties, unwilling to try to fuck another woman, it felt quite natural to watch his girlfriend service the cocks of other men in his presence. He had never before, though, watched her provide her mouth and pussy to his teammates like this. Normally, he would only hear it second-hand, as one of his teammates would comment on how well Mia had sucked him off the previous night, sometimes sharing the photos or videos of it or remarking upon the wetness or tightness of his girlfriend’s pussy or ass. Other times, Mia might share the recorded fuck session with him, narrating for him as she fingered his small cock. Peter, tonight, was the hero. His blood was up and his sense of victory had him ready. He was going to fuck his girlfriend. Peter knelt between Mia’s legs, pushing them open for himself this time, rather than holding them open for another man to take his pleasure from her. The familiar chant from his teammates began, “PeeWee! PeeWee!” as Peter positioned himself. Mia stopped her sucking, looking up at him with a string of saliva stretching from her plump, dick-sucking lips, to the fat head of the bloated cock in her hand. “Fuck me, baby,” she said, “Fuck me.” Peter fingered his cock between his thumb and forefinger and pushed it into his girlfriend’s pussy. As he pressed at her entrance though, he saw the jerking cock in her hand, wet with the suck slime of his slutty girlfriend’s mouth, and he ejaculated onto the lips of her cunt, a small squirt. His teammates cheered and Carl slapped him on the back.