Chapter 94: [R18]One Mouth, Two Balls, Three Moans, Four Heats(2)

Back in the locker room, Victoria had finished the debrief she had decided to hold without the others.It was pointless though, the room wasn’t listening. Everyone’s minds were somewhere else.

They all knew what was happening behind the shower room door. The muffled noises. The occasional thump. The thought of Nash in there with three women had everyone restless.

Some of the boys shifted in their seats, frustrated. Mac finally growled.

"Tch, we can’t even get in to wash up. And that bastard’s in there... fucking three at once?" He spat to the side in rage.

"It’s insane."

"That bastard came yesterday and now every girl’s throwing themselves at him? What the hell..." another muttered, shaking his head.

The other guys nodded. Only Jaz was silent.

She was lost in thought. Her eyes kept darting to the door, curiosity burning brighter than any of them knew.

Her cheeks were hot, her lips parted slightly as if she were replaying something in her head. Her eyes didn’t leave the shower door.

She was curious. Curious in a way that burned. She thought of a doujin she had read once, messy and raw, and now she wondered what it really looked like when four people were fucking like that. Her imagination blurred into the sounds echoing faintly through the wall, and her body shivered.

Jinzo noticed and tried to get her attention.

"Hey, Jaz, you okay?"

Her eyes focused on him, distant, a hint of a smile playing at her lips.

He swallowed.

Jinzo tried to act cool, waving a hand like it was nothing.

"He’s all talk, Jaz. You saw him, flashy moves, that’s it. Guys like him burn out quick." He forced a smirk, though the memory of Nash’s dick was engraved in his permanent memory.

Her gaze slid past him, back to the door, uninterested.

His smirk cracked. Desperate, he leaned closer.

"Just ignore it, alright? We’ll do better later today. I’ll do anything, Jaz. Anything you want. Just... don’t pay attention to him."

That got her to blink. Slowly, she turned her head, finally looking at him.

A small smile touched her lips. She slipped her hand around his arm, her grip gentle like a soft lock. Her eyes glinted.

"Anything?" she asked softly.

Jinzo froze. He nodded, already regretting it.

Her smile widened.

"Really... anything?"

Jaz pulled Jinzo into the shower room without asking. She moved fast, like something inside her couldn’t wait any longer.

Her breath was shallow as she pressed closer to the door. Her cheeks burned as muffled sounds leaked through, the wet slap of skin, sharp cries, giggles tangled with moans.

She squeezed her thighs together without realizing it.

Jinzo followed reluctantly. Deep down, he already knew what was happening in there, and it ate at him.

"Jaz... let’s just go," he muttered, voice low and tense. "You don’t wanna see what’s happening in there."

Her eyes never looked at him.

"I do."

He grimaced, trying to sound composed, but the bitterness slipped out.

"This isn’t right. He’s just showboating, messing with everyone."

But sadly, this was music to her ears. Her eyes glowed.

"I want to see."

Jaz pulled Jinzo down with her just before they reached the open view of the shower area.

They crouched low beside a line of half-closed lockers, just at the edge of the tiled wall that blocked full view from the hallway.

From there, a narrow angle let them glimpse the back half of the communal showers, dimly lit, mist clinging to the tiles, steam rising from the bodies inside.

Jaz pressed her back to the cold locker, peeking slowly around the edge, heart pounding.

Jinzo knelt beside her, uneasy, his fists clenched. The sound of low moans and wet, rhythmic slaps echoing off the tile.

"Jaz..." he muttered again, but she was already leaning forward, eyes locked on what little she could see.

The scene unfolding inside made her breath hitch.

Inside, Nash was sitting back against the tile bench, Alicia straddling his lap. He held her thighs firm, steadying her trembling body.

She was naked, her warm skin slick with sweat, sticking to his chest as he held her close.

Her round, breasts pressed into him, the weight of them shifting with every shaky breath she took.

Her nipples were hard, brushing his collarbone, leaving trails of heat as she trembled in his grip.

He had his hands under her thighs, fingers digging into her soft inner skin, lifting her easily. She was flushed, squirming slightly, the heat between her legs throbbing against his cock.

The swollen head pulsed against her slick opening, sliding just enough to make her gasp and twitch, teasing her entrance.

The scent of her sweat mixed with the musky smell of arousal, rich and raw hit him like a drug, making his mouth water.

She was warm, wet, and open above him, and all he could feel was her body pulsing, begging to be filled.

Yet, there was a problem.

"Still too big, huh?" Nia teased, her grin wicked.

She crouched at Alicia’s side, her hand slipping between Alicia’s legs.

Her fingers glided slowly up and down the slick lips, feeling how wet she already was.

"Let me help you open up for him," Nia said, voice low and teasing.

Alicia’s breath caught. She grabbed Nash’s shoulders for balance.

"I... I think I can do it—ahhhhn!"

Her words melted into a sharp cry when Nia slid two fingers deep inside her.

Nia curled them up, dragging along the sensitive spot inside. Alicia’s hips jumped, grinding closer to Nash’s cock without even meaning to.

"See that? She’s loosening already," Nia grinned, rubbing her clit in small circles with her thumb, watching Alicia’s legs shake.

On the other side, Salida leaned in, glasses fogged, her own fingers slipping inside next to Nia’s.

She spread Alicia’s folds wider, her knuckles brushing Nash’s cock, smearing Alicia’s wetness along the tip.

"Damn... she’s so tight. But look, he won’t even fit unless you open up," Salida said, voice shaky, breathless.

Alicia moaned, high-pitched, her body jerking under the double teasing.

"N-no, too much... please—ahhhhn!"

Nia’s fingers worked faster, curling deep, hitting just the right spot. Alicia’s body tensed, her mouth falling open as a sharp, helpless cry tore from her throat.

"Ahhhhn—!"

In the next second, a hot stream burst from her, squirting over Nash’s cock, splashing across his stomach and dripping down to the floor with loud, wet pats.

A trickle of pee mixed in, warm and sudden, trailing down his shaft.

"Pffft—wow!" Salida broke into laughter, cheeks red. "You made her squirt all over him. Great, now we can’t suck him without tasting piss."

Alicia hid her face in Nash’s neck, mortified, trembling as aftershocks made her thighs spasm.

Nia smirked.

"Mmm. Not a problem. She’ll clean it up for us." She leaned down, then shoved Alicia’s hips down suddenly.

"Enough waiting. Take it."

Alicia screamed as the thick head pushed inside her, spreading her open inch by inch.

Her pussy clenched tight, sucking him in, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Aaaaahhhn! It’s too deep!"

The wet sound of her pussy stretching echoed, obscene and loud. Salida moaned just from watching, her own thighs pressing together.

Nash groaned, forehead dropping against Alicia’s.

"It’s ok... You’re good... You can take it..."

Alicia’s scream broke into a sob of pleasure, her walls clamping down around him as his cock slammed deep inside, making her body jolt with each hard thrust.