CHAPTER 171: [R18] THE KING’S EIGHT(7)

Nia lost it completely. The rhythm broke as a chain pulled too hard, and she went wild.

She planted her feet wider on the bench, thighs flexing so hard the muscles jumped and burned under her slick, glistening skin, calves knotting tightly from the strain, every tendon standing out sharp as she rose into a whole, savage squat.

Her ponytail whipped wildly in circles, blue strands flying like a banner soaked in sweat, sticking to her flushed neck and shoulders with wet slaps, the ribbon coming loose and dangling by one thread.

Sweat poured off her now, flinging off in perfect, glittering arcs that caught the hot pink lights and shone mid-air as liquid diamonds, some droplets hitting the tile with tiny, sharp plinks, others splattering warm and salty across Alicia’s arched back in front of her.

She started jumping, like real animal jumps.

Up high, almost lifting completely off him, her cunt clinging desperately with a wet, filthy suck that echoed loudly and obscenely in the pink room, lips stretching outward and trembling around the thick head, juices dripping in thick, clear strings that stretched long and snapped with wet pops, splattering her inner thighs and Nash’s heavy balls below in warm bursts.

Then, slam down, hard, brutal, punishing, her ass cheeks clapping loudly against his thighs with a wet, ringing SMACK that vibrated through the bench and into the floor, the impact sending shockwaves through her whole body, her tits slapping together wildly with wet, fleshy thuds, nipples stiff and dragging red lines across Alicia’s sweat-slick back in front of her, leaving shiny, salty trails that glistened under the lights.

"FUCK!—YES!—HARDER!" she screamed, voice cracking and euphoric, eyes rolling back, mouth open wide in pure, desperate pleasure, giggles bubbling out between the moans like she couldn’t contain the joy of being wrecked so perfectly.

Every drop was brutal.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP, faster, harder, her ass rippling like waves in a storm, cheeks spreading wide on the downstroke, swallowing his cock to the root with greedy wet gulps that made obscene squelching sounds, then bouncing up again so high the head almost slipped free before she crashed down once more, the motion so violent her ponytail whipped across her own back with wet slaps, strands sticking to sweat-slick skin.

Her cunt contracted regularly, its walls squeezing wildly like velvet fists, fluids spurting around his penis with each spasm, forming disorderly splashes that trickled down Alicia’s back in warm, clear streaks, running down her spine in shimmering rivers, dripped from her ass in large drops that splattered on the bench with soft, wet plops.

"FUCK!!!... TOO GOOD!!!...GONNA—" she wailed, voice breaking into euphoric sobs and giggles, angry almost, angry that it felt this perfect, angry she couldn’t take more, angry she might break before he did.

"Mess me up!... FUCK ME STUPID! RUIN THIS CUNT!"

She went harder, with impossible speed now, thighs burning like fire, ass twerking mid-air before each savage slam, her ponytail slapping her back like a whip.

Another jump higher, another slam deeper, her cunt spasming uncontrollably, squirting harder, arcs shooting clear and hot across Alicia’s back and tits, soaking her completely, running down in glistening rivers that pooled between Alicia’s thighs and dripped off her chin.

Alicia moaned loudly into Nash’s face, feeling the warm spray hit her skin like liquid fire, grinding harder on his tongue, her own body shaking from the sensation and the sight, her moans turning high, breath hot and ragged against his lips.

Nia was overexcited, desperate, full of pleasure so intense her vision blurred, brain short-circuiting into pure animal bliss.

Giggles mixed with screams now, like she couldn’t believe how good it felt.

Her intense work built up another explosion in Nash, his cock swelling thicker inside her, balls drawing up tight and heavy, throbbing with the need to unload.

He grabbed her hips with both hands, fingers digging deep bruises into her slick skin, and slammed up one last time, burying himself to the hilt with a wet squelch that echoed loudly.

And then, unloaded again.

Rope after rope blasted straight into her womb, hot and heavy, flooding her fully, cum forcing its way out around his shaft in creamy gushes with every pulse, mixing with her squirt in messy white-clear streams that poured down his balls and soaked the bench below in a warm, sticky lake.

Nia screamed one long note that cracked into euphoric giggles, eyes rolling all the way back, tongue lolling, and from her open mouth, her body convulsing wildly in his grip like she’d been electrocuted by pure pleasure.

Her cunt clamped down like a vice, milking him hard of every drop of cum, squirting one final arc that soaked Alicia’s hair thoroughly.

Then, she went limp for a second, almost passing out, head falling forward heavily over Alicia’s shoulder, body trembling with aftershocks.

She rested there for seconds, grinding her hips slowly, rolling them in circles with his cock still buried deep, stirring the load inside her like she wanted to keep it forever, sweat dripping steadily from her tits onto his chest in hot drops.

Alicia whined beneath her, hair soaked with Nia’s squirt, grinding desperately on Nash’s tongue.

Nia finally lifted slowly, reluctantly, her cunt clinging with a wet suck and pop, clamping hard one last time like it didn’t want to let go, a thick gush of cum following as she rose.

His cock sprang free, glistening thick with her cream and his load, still rock-hard, veins pulsing angrily, dripping heavy strings.

Nia collapsed to the side, legs shaking badly, cum pouring from her gaping cunt in a steady stream, pooling under her ass on the bench, her body trembling with aftershocks, a satisfied smile on her flushed face.

She looked at Alicia.

"Your turn, bitch."

Alicia’s eyes lit up like fire.

She scrambled off Nash’s face, soaked and trembling, ready to claim her throne.

Jaz stood at the edge, her massive tits heaving as she fingered herself hard, three fingers now plunging deep, her thick thighs trembling, eyes locked on Nia’s wrecked, cum-filled body and the mess dripping everywhere.

"Fuck..." she groaned, her free hand squeezing one massive tit, pinching the nipple hard, her own cunt clenching, jealous and hungry, her juices running down her legs.

She wanted so bad to join them, to straddle Nash’s face and secure her turn, feel his tongue deep while he fucked one of the others, her thick thighs ready to clamp down and ride. But the spot was already claimed.

Kai joined in next, rushing like she couldn’t wait another second.

She moved like a predator who’d finally spotted open water. Her hands hit Nash’s back first as he sat down, sliding up under his arms and locking across his chest, tits pressing flat against his skin.

Her minty breath came rough against his ear.

"Enough games," she growled. "My turn."

Alicia’s green eyes flashed instantly. She shoved in from the front at the same time, grabbing Nash’s jaw and yanking his face down to hers.

"Like hell," she hissed, lips brushing his. "I was next."

It was so difficult to be the best fish, but you had to do what you had to do.

Nash put one arm around Alicia’s waist, lifting her clean off the floor as he stood up. Her feet dangled, toes pointing, thighs spreading wide around his hips on pure reflex.

He rose to his full height slowly, letting her slide down his sweat-slick torso inch by inch, her tits dragging over his chest, nipples catching on every ridge of muscle, her soaked pussy lips rubbing against his abs until the thick length of his cock pressed hot and heavy right between her legs.

He held her there, suspended, feet nowhere near the ground, cock wedged against her cunt like he was lifting her with it alone.

Alicia’s breath hitched sharply. Now, she remembered that in this room, her many experiences with this monster had results closer to Miko than Nia’s.

Her green eyes went wide for a split second before the mask slammed back on.

"Show-off," she muttered, but her voice cracked, thighs clenching tighter around him, trying to grind down and take more.

Kai laughed roughly from behind, arms still locked across Nash’s chest, chin hooked over his shoulder.

"C’mon, hurry up and wreck her," she teased, teeth grazing his ear. Her hand slid down, joining his grip on Alicia’s ass, squeezing hard. "You said you could fuck non-stop. Show me."

Nash’s answer was a low growl.

He shifted his hold, one arm under Alicia’s thighs now, the other locked around Kai’s waist from behind, pulling both girls flush against him.

Alicia’s full weight hung on his cock and forearm, the thick head nudging her entrance with every breath. Kai’s tits pressed harder into his back, her hips rolling slowly, grinding her own heat against his skin.

Three bodies, slick and trembling, the locker room air thick with sweat.

Nash’s smirk turned dark.

"Alright," he said to the circle of stunned Baby-Boom girls. "Time to show where all the cardio was."