Magna Universitas Ch. 03

Soon, the first player can't hold back any longer, and he releases his load into Jacquelyn's welcoming mouth. She swallows his cum without missing a beat, as the second player also reaches his climax, his cum spurting onto her polo shirt as she continues to stroke him through his orgasm. With both players satisfied, Jacquelyn wipes her mouth and seamlessly returns to her duties, going into the equipment room and retrieving bats and balls.

The team soon transitions to batting practice, taking turns at the plate. As they perfect their swings, the sound of the bat connecting with the ball echoes through the field. Jacquelyn watches from the sidelines, cheering and shouting words of encouragement to each player as they take their turn. Her enthusiasm and support seem to energize the team, adding an extra spark to their performance. Whenever one of them manages to hit a ball into the stands, Jacquelyn beckons to the successful hitter with a sultry smile, inviting them to make use of her.

The first player to accomplish the feat eagerly jogs over to Jacquelyn. She bends over, presenting her round, enticing ass to him as an invitation. The player wastes no time, unzipping his pants and pushes her panties aside as he slides his rock-hard cock into her wet, tight pussy from behind. Despite being pounded by his cock, Jacquelyn continues to cheer for the other batters, her voice not wavering in the slightest as the player thrusts into her with increasing intensity, his balls slapping against her exposed clit with each powerful thrust.

The second player to send a ball into the stands joins the initial pair. He grabs a nearby crate setting it on the ground and stepping up in front of Jacquelyn, allowing him to be at the perfect height for a titjob while she remains standing. She obliges, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling her bra down. She presses her full, supple breasts around his throbbing shaft as she spits onto his cock as lube. He grips her breasts firmly, guiding her as she moves them up and down his slick, saliva-covered cock. She keeps her back arched throughout, allowing the player behind her to continue thrusting into her pussy. Precum leaks onto her cleavage, mixing with her spit, and making her breasts even more slippery as they glide along the cock nestled between them. Even while handling both of them, she continues to shout encouraging cheers to the rest of the team.

As the first player pounds her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly, and the second enjoys the slick warmth of her tits, two more players manage to hit balls into the stands. They quickly approach Jacquelyn, who, despite already servicing two players, is eager to accommodate them. She extends her arms on either side, wrapping her fingers around their swollen, hard cocks and begins to stroke them with enthusiasm. Her hands slide up and down their lengths with expertise, using her thumbs to tease the sensitive heads, eliciting shudders from both players.

The erotic tableau continues, with Jacquelyn multitasking like a pro. She remains focused on cheering as the first player fucks her relentlessly. The second player squeezes her breasts tighter as he thrusts into her cleavage, and her hands expertly pump the last two players on either side of her. Soon, the first player cums with a shudder and pulls out of her, a thin stream of ejaculate dripping out of her pussy onto the grass. The second player groans as he paints her face with his jizz, and the players to her side almost simultaneously shoot their sperm onto the sides of her thighs.

Batting practice continues for a while longer, with Jacquelyn taking on several more guys. As batting practice winds down, Coach Murray strides onto the field. He blows his whistle, catching everyone's attention. "Alright, lads, gather 'round!" he calls out, his voice booming across the field. "As the last thing today, we're going to play a game, just six innings," he announces, his eyes scanning the assembled players. He points at you, Marcus, his finger singling you out. "Ye've earned your chance, lad" he says. "What position do ye play?"

You stand up a little straighter, answering with confidence, "Shortstop, sir."

The coach nods and points to another player. "Ye can take a break, Aaron. Marcus-lad here is takin' yer spot today." He then proceeds to divide the players into two teams, assigning positions and organizing the lineup. "Now, let's get started, lads! Show me what ye've got!" he roars, his Scottish accent thick and full of enthusiasm.

Your team is batting first, and as the first batter heads to the plate, you follow the rest of your teammates to the dugout. You spot Jacquelyn coming to the dugout as well. In stark contrast to the professional look she started off with earlier today, her disheveled appearance now is a testament to how well she has served the team today. Her once-neat polo shirt is now unbuttoned, revealing her full, supple breasts, flushed pink from being groped and used. The fabric is stained with cum, a few stray drops clinging to her exposed nipples. Her glasses are slightly askew, and her ponytail is messy, strands of hair having escaped their confines. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, and her panties have been pushed aside, leaving her pussy on display.

As she moves, you notice cum dripping from her swollen, glistening slit, evidence of the many times she's been creampied today. A few streaks of cum are also splattered across her round, firm ass cheeks. Despite her disheveled state, Jacquelyn exudes an erotic allure that draws the attention of everyone in the dugout as she comes down the steps. "Hey, how are you holding up?" You ask, knowing that even with her experience, handling this many guys can't be easy.

Ever the professional, she responds with a smile, her tone still upbeat. "You don't have to worry about me, Marcus. I'm fine." she assures you.

As she speaks, Jason, a guy on your team, has his eyes locked on her enticing form. He pulls down his pants, exposing his stiff cock and lies down on the bench, beckoning her over. "Hey Jacquelyn, come ride me, would you?" he asks. "Coming!" she calls enthusiastically. She nods politely at you, excusing herself, as she walks past and heads over to him.

Jacquelyn straddles Jason, her cum-slicked thighs parting as she positions herself above his throbbing cock. She grabs his rigid shaft, guiding it to her soaked entrance, and then lowers herself onto him, taking him deep inside her. As she begins to ride him, she moves her hips in a seductive, rhythmic motion, her tight pussy enveloping his length with each descent. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she continues to fuck him.

On the field, the first batter, steps up to the plate. He quickly strikes out, swinging and missing on the first pitch, fouling off the second, and gets caught looking on the third. Disappointed, he returns to the dugout as the second batter prepares to take his turn at the plate.

As the first batter re-enters the dugout, his eyes are drawn to Jacquelyn. Jason has his arms around her, pulling her down to rest on his chest, as she bounces her hips up and down on his cock, stimulating it with long strokes. Each time her hips collides with his, a fleshy smack fills the dugout, and her plump ass cheeks jiggle. With her asshole on full display in this position, begging to be penetrated, the newcomer can't resist. He approaches her, pulling his pants down, and stroking his already-stiff cock as he does so. Noticing his intent, Jacquelyn stops moving her hips and reaches back to spread herself, allowing him easier access. The batter positions himself behind her, rubbing his cockhead around her hole, spreading his pre-cum around the rim, before pressing the tip against her tight, puckered hole. With a slow, steady motion, he pushes his cock into Jacquelyn's ass, her tightness accommodating him with a practiced ease. As he begins to fuck her ass, Jason picks up where she left off, pumping his hips up and down, driving his cock into her pussy. Jacquelyn bites her lip, eyes closed and a strained look on her face as the two cocks drive into both holes, separated only by a thin, quivering wall of flesh.

Meanwhile, the second batter strikes out as well, and it's now your turn to bat. You pick up your bat and walk out of the dugout, stepping up to the plate. You swing at the first two, sending each down the first base line, just barely foul. Sensing that you've swung too much already, you lay off the next two pitches as a pair of curveballs go out and low. You swing again on the next three, fouling them back as you work to match the pitcher's timing. Another ball comes, and once again, with your sharp eyes, you're able to lay off, making it a full count. The next pitch comes, but it's a sinker, dipping as it comes towards the plate. You manage to adjust your swing just enough to make contact, but it's a simple grounder that gets you out at first base. Despite the outcome, you've put up far more of a fight than the first two batters, and you see Coach Murray give you an approving nod.

As you return to the dugout to grab your glove for the bottom of the inning, you see Jason and the other guy fixing their pants. Jacquelyn is lying face up on the bench catching her breath. her pussy and asshole gaping slightly, and both holes leaking cum. The sticky, white fluid runs down to her ass, pooling on the bench beneath her. Her breasts, still exposed from her unbuttoned shirt, heave with each breath she takes, a sheen of sweat glistening on her flushed skin.

Picking up your glove off the bench, you run back out onto the field, as the other team comes in. You catch a glimpse of Jacquelyn pushing herself up into a sitting position, just in time to be claimed by two guys from the other team. One lifts up her hips to fuck her from behind, his cock plunging into her still dripping pussy, while the other pushes his length into her mouth.

As the innings progress, the game turns into a fierce pitching battle. Both pitchers dominate their opponents, cutting down batter after batter. During this time, Jacquelyn continues to be used extensively by players from both teams. Each time you return to the dugout, you notice her appearance growing increasingly disheveled.

By the fourth inning, Jacquelyn's once-neat polo shirt is nowhere to be seen, leaving her cum-streaked, heaving breasts on full display. Her nipples are fully erect, betraying her arousal despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. Dried semen and fresh cum both stain her face, creating a patchwork of debauchery. Her skirt, hiked up to her waist, is wrinkled and crusted with semen, offering no modesty as her soaked, swollen pussy is exposed to the lustful gazes of the players. Her panties have been slipped off one leg and pushed up the other thigh, giving her an erotic makeshift garter. Her glasses are askew, and her ponytail has come undone, her hair now a wild, tangled mess. As she services yet another eager teammate, you notice the strain in her eyes, and a tremble in her lips as her professional façade slips away.

As the sixth and final inning begins, it begins much the same way as the previous five, with your first two batters striking out. As your team's slugger steps up to the plate though, he finally shifts the game in your favor, smashing a towering home run, and sending the ball soaring over the outfield fence. The dugout erupts in cheers as the score becomes 1-0 in your favor. Your next batter strikes out, and your team takes the field, determined to hold onto your narrow lead. The first opposing batter lays down a perfectly executed bunt and manages to sprint to first base before the throw can get him out. The second batter steps up, but your team's pitcher strikes him out, bringing up the third batter.

From your position at shortstop, you watch intently as the third batter digs in at the plate. The tension in the air is palpable as the pitcher winds up and delivers a fastball. The batter makes contact, sending a sharp line drive hurtling toward the gap between second and third base. Your instincts kick in, and you spring into action. You dive to your left, your eyes locked on the ball's trajectory as you extend your arm as far as it'll go. You feel the ball thwack into your glove for a clean out. Slamming into the ground, you feel the wind get knocked out of you, but there's only one thought on your mind at this point. Ignoring everything else, you pick yourself up, looking for the first base runner as you jump to your feet. He's a third of the way between first and second, putting on the brakes as he sees that you've caught the ball. He doubles back, ready to dive for the safety of first base. You let out a grunt of exertion as you fire a laser beam right at the first baseman's outstretched glove. The ball streaks across the field as the runner dives. With a thwack, the ball reaches its destination just a split second before the runner's fingers touch the bag.

"Let's. Fucking. GO!" You roar, the exhilarating double play making your heart pound as you pump your fist. A few of your teammates come over to clap you on the back congratulating you on a great play. With the game finished, practice is officially over, and the field and dugout quickly empty as the guys head to the locker room. You however, return to the dugout to check on Jacquelyn, lying on the bench, forearm draped across her face in exhaustion.

At this point, she's a complete mess, her once-professional appearance utterly abandoned in the wake of the countless uses she's endured. Her polo shirt and skirt lay discarded in the corner, stained with fluids. A pair of once-delicate lace panties now lies in a crumpled bunch under her bench, splattered in semen after one guy asked her to jack him off with her panties. Her sweat-slick breasts heave with each labored breath, their fullness marred by the red marks left by rough, insistent hands. Her once-perky nipples are now deep red and swollen from all the mouths and fingers that had toyed with them throughout the game. Thick strands of cum cling to her flushed skin.

Her pussy and ass are on full display, the engorged lips of her cunt slick with a mixture of cum and pussy juices. Her sensitive clit peeks out from between the puffy folds and slightly below that, her asshole is no longer tight and puckered, now gaping open instead. A blend of sweat and semen coats her crotch and inner thighs, as a seemingly endless flow of cum trickles out of her holes. Her glasses are barely hanging on her face, the lenses smudged and foggy, and her hair is a sticky matted mess that clings to her cheeks and neck.

As you approach Jacquelyn, she sits up and looks at you, her eyes slightly unfocused and dazed. Despite her exhaustion, she reaches for your crotch on instinct, ready to service you as she had the others. You gently stop her, saying, "No, no, it's alright. Are you okay, Jacquelyn?"

She looks at you, her voice tired as she replies, "Are you sure? You haven't had a turn with me yet."

"Take a rest, you've earned it." You say reassuringly as you fill up a cup with water and hand it to her. Jacquelyn accepts it and gulps it down.

She finally catches her breath, and with a weary smile, she says, "Handling a whole team might have been a bit much, even for me."

Just as she finishes speaking, Coach Murray enters the dugout. His gaze lands on Jacquelyn, and he smiles, "Ye did a great job today, lass."

As he speaks, he unceremoniously pulls his pants down, revealing his massive cock. The sight of it is astounding -- it's an absolute monster, larger than any you've ever seen. Your jaw drops a little in shock, and you glance at Jacquelyn, remembering her earlier words. She gives you a little shrug and an I-told-you-so look. "Thank you, sir." She says, having recovered some semblance of her professional demeanor.

Coach Murray steps up next to her, his enormous erection demanding attention. "Can ye handle one more, lass?" He asks. Jacquelyn nods, and you catch a surprising glimpse of excitement in her eyes. As the coach places his large hands on her head, guiding her down towards his crotch, he adds, "If it's too much, just tap my thighs, aye? I don't want another lass faintin' on me."

Jacquelyn nods in understanding, removing her glasses, then opening her mouth wide to take in the impressive girth of his cock. Coach Murray wastes no time in asserting his dominance, gripping Jacquelyn's head firmly and pushing her face further down onto his thick, throbbing cock. With each forceful thrust, he buries his length deeper into her throat, her nose pressing against the coarse hairs surrounding the base of his shaft. Her eyes widen as she struggles to accommodate the sheer size of him, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps whenever he allows her a brief reprieve. The wet, choking noises she makes as she tries to suppress her gag reflex echo throughout the dugout. Between thrusts, the coach speaks to you, "Lad, ye put up a decent show today. Ye've got a good eye. Might be a great contact hitter."

"Thanks, I've been working on my batting," you say, as Coach Murray continues to face-fuck Jacquelyn with relentless fervor. Jacquelyn's gurgling and coughing grow more pronounced. Each time he drives his cock to the hilt, it's accompanied by a choked, desperate sound that only serves to spur him on. The bulge in her throat is impossible to miss, a visible sign of the immense size of the cock filling her esophagus. The coach occasionally slaps roughly at the bulge to add more stimulation, causing her to splutter. Jacquelyn's eyes, already watering from the strain, roll back in her head under the onslaught of his brutal thrusts. He pauses for a moment, his cock still lodged deep in Jacquelyn's throat, then adds, "Yer fieldin' wasn't half bad either. That double play to end the game was magnificent."

With that, he releases his hold on Jacquelyn's head and pulls his saliva-coated shaft from her mouth. The slimy mixture of her spit and precum stretches between her lips and his cock, a testament to the brutal face-fucking she's just endured. Jacquelyn gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, her throat raw and sore from the relentless pounding it had received. Still, she looks longingly at the coach's massive cock. "Turn around, lass," Coach Murray orders, his voice gruff and commanding. "I want that tight little snatch of yours now." With a hint of joy playing across her face at hearing his command, Jacquelyn obediently turns and arches her back, pushing her ass toward him. "Yes, sir," she moans, legs trembling with anticipation at the thought of his massive cock stretching her pussy to its limits. She wags her ass enticingly, inviting him to take her as he pleases.

"Can I come to practice again tomorrow?" you ask, as the coach plunges into her with a single, forceful thrust. He buries every inch of his impressive length inside her tight, quivering pussy. Jacquelyn's breath catches in her throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched across her face as her body adjusts to the intrusion.

"Aye, lad. Keep showing up and giving it your all." Coach Murray says, as he relentlessly drives his massive cock in and out of Jacquelyn's stretched pussy. The last hints of her normally composed self have entirely dissolved into a symphony of uninhibited moans and gasps. Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she can't help but cry out in ecstasy. Her moans grow in intensity with each powerful stroke, becoming almost frenzied as the coach skillfully manipulates her body, pressing into all the right spots to maximize her pleasure. It's clear that despite the brutal pounding she's receiving, Jacquelyn is thoroughly enjoying the experience, her body responding eagerly to the coach's forceful thrusts. Each powerful thrust sends her body rocking forward, her breasts jiggling with the force of the impact. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, a clear indication of just how much she's enjoying the relentless fucking. Her nails dig into the wooden bench she's bent over, her knuckles turning white as she struggles to hold on.