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The Virgin and the Slut: Team Player (Illustrated)


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 parent's 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!"

"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, 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.


Mia from The Virgin and the slut
Mia with team jersey

All around him, the sound of the crowd faded, 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, 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 girlfriend 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.