Chapter 8: It’s Madison’s Show Now
Hazel watched through heavy-lidded eyes, her cheek plastered to the sticky table, tasting salt and champagne on her lips as Madison, drenched and gleaming, shoved Kevin Barker hard against the lockers. "You look tense" Madison rasped, her voice raw, already fumbling with his belt buckle while Schneider and Hoffman, still hard and glistening, moved in behind her, their hands possessive on her hips. "Time you joined the fucking victory lap."
Barker sputtered, his face purpling beneath his salt-and-pepper stubble, trying to bat her hands away. "Madison, this is insane! The broadcast—" His protest choked off as Madison freed his thick cock, already half-hard from the chaos, and dropped to her knees, swallowing him whole in one swift, brutal motion before he could finish. He gasped, his head snapping back against the metal with a clang, his outrage dissolving into a guttural groan as her throat worked relentlessly.
"I knew he was pent up," Hazel croaked from the table, a weak, satisfied smirk playing on her swollen lips. She shifted, wincing at the deep ache between her legs but unable to look away. "Give it to her good." Bo Bichette, leaning against the table beside her, grinned, popping the cap off another beer. "Way to take one for the team, Kev!" he laughed, spraying foam as Schneider gripped Madison's hips tighter, guiding his cock back towards her slick, glistening asshole.
"Easy, big guy," Schneider grunted, lining himself up. "She's gonna be busy." He pushed forward steadily, filling her ass as Madison arched her back, gagging slightly around Barker's girth but never slowing her suction. Hoffman watched, his own cock twitching, then stepped forward, his thick shaft nudging against Madison's champagne-slicked pussy lips from behind Schneider. "Room for one more?" he asked, his voice thick with need. Madison managed a muffled, affirmative grunt around Barker's cock, her eyes flashing up at him.
Hoffman didn't wait. He gripped Schneider’s shoulder for leverage and thrust his thick cock deep into Madison’s pussy alongside Schneider’s shaft already buried in her ass. Madison’s body bowed violently between them, a strangled scream tearing from her throat, muffled only by Barker’s cock pumping relentlessly past her lips. Her fingers dug into Barker’s thighs, knuckles white, as she was speared front and back, Schneider and Hoffman establishing a brutal, pounding rhythm that shook her entire frame.
"Fuck yeah, triple play!" Vlad Guerrero Jr. yelled, pounding his fist on a nearby locker. "Get it, Mad Dog!" Which was Madison’s nickname when she played ball. The surrounding players roared their approval, clinking bottles, some already stroking themselves back to life, riveted by the spectacle of Barker being deep-throated while their teammates violently claimed Madison from both ends. Champagne rained down over the writhing knot of bodies, catching the locker room lights, making Madison’s sweat-slicked skin shimmer.
Madison’s eyes rolled back, her body a conduit of overwhelming sensation – the thick cock stretching her throat, the brutal pistoning filling her ass, the deep thrusts hammering her pussy, the sting of cheap champagne hitting her face. It coalesced into a pressure so intense it threatened to shatter her. She bucked wildly, her core muscles clenching viscerally around the invading cocks, and suddenly she was squirting a powerful, uncontrollable gush that sprayed Barker’s legs, splattered Schneider’s thighs, and pooled on the already slippery floor. Her scream was a raw, animal sound choked around Barker’s shaft.
Barker gasped, feeling the vibrations, his hips jerking uncontrollably. "Guh... Christ, Madison!" he groaned, his own climax triggered by her convulsions and the relentless suction. He emptied himself down her throat in thick, pulsing spurts, his fingers tangling roughly in her damp hair, holding her head firmly impaled as he came. Madison swallowed desperately, gagging but taking it, her body still shuddering under the dual assault from Schneider and Hoffman who only fucked her harder, spurred on by her orgasm and Barker's release.
Hazel pushed herself up onto one elbow, a fresh wave of wet heat pooling between her own bruised thighs as she watched Madison get utterly wrecked. "Who’s next?" Hazel rasped loudly, her voice cutting through the noise, hoarse but commanding. She scanned the eager faces surrounding the scene. "Springer! You recovered yet? Get over here! Vlad! Your turn on cleanup!" Her gaze landed on Max Scherzer, leaning against the showers with a slow, predatory grin, lazily stroking his renewed erection. "And Mad Max... looks like you need a proper mount." She pointed a trembling finger at Madison, still pinned and impaled. "Ride her till she breaks."
Springer needed no second invitation, already moving towards Madison’s spit-slicked mouth, his cock rock-hard again. Vlad grinned, wiping champagne from his chin, heading towards Madison’s glistening, cum-drenched pussy as Schneider finally pulled out of her ass with a wet pop. Max pushed off the wall, his eyes locked on Madison’s back, his stride purposeful. "About damn time," he growled, grabbing her hips as Hoffman finally withdrew, leaving her pussy gaping and slick. Max spat into his palm, slicked his thick cock, and without ceremony, shoved himself balls-deep into her well-used hole, drawing a ragged, exhausted scream from Madison that echoed off the tiled walls. The team’s roar hit a new peak, bottles raised in salute to the carnage, as Hazel watched, her own breath coming fast, knowing the celebration was far from over.
Madison arched violently against Max's thrusts, her voice a guttural rasp cutting through the locker room's roar. "Gonna suck you dry, use me like a fucking gloryhole – make me choke on it like I choked on Barker!" she snarled, her head twisting towards George, lips parting obscenely wide just as Vlad Guerrero Jr. slammed his thick cock deep into her dripping, gaping pussy. "Yeah Vlad, fuck that wrecked cunt like a World Series swing!" Madison screamed, her body a shuddering nexus of penetration, Max pounding her ass, Vlad hammering her front, Springer's cockhead nudging past her teeth. Hazel watched, biting her own lip hard, a fresh pulse of wet heat flooding her own battered core at Madison's filthy commands.
Hazel pushed herself off the sticky table, ignoring the deep ache radiating through her hips, her gaze locked on Madison’s glistening, stretched-open pussy where Vlad’s thick cock pistoned relentlessly. She crawled towards the writhing knot of bodies, her own need overriding exhaustion, her focus narrowing to the slick mess between Madison’s thighs, the thick cocktail of cum and arousal pooling there. "Need to taste that," Hazel rasped, her voice thick with desire, shoving Vlad’s muscular thigh aside roughly to get closer to Madison’s core.
Hazel dove face-first into Madison’s soaked cunt, her tongue lapping hungrily at the swollen lips, tasting the sharp tang of champagne, the musky scent of sweat, and the thick, salty-sweet flood of Vlad’s release mixed with Madison’s own slick arousal. She moaned against Madison’s flesh, sucking deep, swirling her tongue inside the stretched opening, swallowing the mingled taste of victory and raw sex. "Fuck yes, Hazel!" Madison screamed, arching, grinding her pussy harder against Hazel’s devouring mouth. "Eat it! Eat every fucking drop!"
"Kevin," Hazel growled, her voice thick with Madison's taste, twisting her head to stare up at Barker hovering behind her. "Stop fucking staring and get that cock in me now, while I stuff Madison’s filthy cunt down my throat." Barker’s rough hands gripped her thick hips, pulling her back onto his fat shaft with a guttural groan as Hazel plunged her tongue deep into Madison’s slick, stretched opening, lapping furiously at the combined player’s mess.
Barker slammed into her, the force rocking Hazel forward against Madison's trembling thighs. "God, Hazel," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as he pistoned his hips with brutal force, "millions watched you take Springer deep on the broadcast... saw that perfect ass bounce when Vlad hammered you... you looked so goddamn sexy taking the whole damn team."
Hazel gasped as Barker’s thrusts drove her face deeper into Madison’s cunt, her voice muffled but raw against slick skin. "Did you like it, Kev?" she choked out, twisting to stare up at him, her eyes blazing. "Watching your slutty wife finally do all those filthy things we whispered about in the dark?"
Barker froze mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside her, shock and naked hunger warring on his face as her words hit him like a fastball to the ribs. "Jesus, Hazel," he breathed, his grip on her hips turning bruising.
"Yes, Kevin," Hazel gasped, arching her back to grind against him, her voice a breathless whisper against his ear as he began slamming into her again. "All of them... Springer stretching my throat, Kirk stuffing my ass, Vladdy stretching my pussy wide, Bo pounding me raw, Schneider filling me deep, Yesavage making me scream, Hoffman using me hard... the filthy boys you dreamed about me taking... I fucking loved it." Barker’s groan was animal, his fingers digging into her flesh like claws, his thrusts turning savage and punishing, driving her harder against Madison’s slick heat with every raw confession..
She felt her core ignite, a supernova of sensation detonating at the brutal pace of his hips, the relentless suction on Madison’s soaked cunt, and the shocking truth of her own words echoing in the humid air – Hazel arched off the floor, her spine bending impossibly backwards as the most violent, soul-scorching orgasm of the entire night ripped through her, a deafening scream tearing from her raw throat that drowned out the locker room’s chaos, her body convulsing violently against Barker’s cock and Madison’s thighs.
Madison’s head snapped towards the bench her eyes locking onto José Berrios still sitting alone in full uniform, his expression tight with the frustration of his injury sidelining him from the celebration. "Sulking's over, Berrios," she yelled sliding out from under Hazel, her champagne-slicked body weaving through the drunken chaos towards the isolated pitcher. "Sit the fuck back and watch what this ass does to that cock of yours."
José flinched, pressing himself back against the cold metal lockers as Madison’s bare, champagne-slicked body loomed over him, her hips already grinding towards his lap. "Get this fucking uniform off first, por favor," he muttered, voice tight, eyes darting away from her intense stare while she grabbed the zipper of his jersey with slippery fingers.
Hazel pulled away from Barker’s grip, her breath ragged. "Be right back, Kev," she gasped, staggering towards Berrios on unsteady legs. She climbed onto the bench beside him, ignoring his muttered protests about his uniform, and straddled his face, grinding her slick, swollen cunt hard against his mouth.
Hazel ground her hips against Berrios’s sealed lips, her voice thick and demanding. “Open wide, José, and eat this messy cunt now,” she commanded, her fingers tangling roughly in his sweaty hair to hold him still.
Madison ignored Hazel's command to José, her fingers instead tearing at the pitcher's belt buckle and zipper, shoving his pants and cup down past his hips. Her breath hitched as she grabbed Berrios’ thick, heavy cock, springing free – the biggest she’d ever seen, thick as a beer bottle, veins pulsing against her palm.
Madison gasped, her eyes wide as saucers. "Holy shit!" The raw disbelief in her voice cut through the locker room din like a knife.
Hazel, grinding her slick heat against José’s sealed lips, instantly jerked her head around to see what had stunned Madison speechless.
Hazel’s breath caught as she followed Madison’s stunned gaze down José’s body. Every ache forgotten, she scrambled off the bench, muscles screaming in protest, needing a closer look at that jaw-dropping girth resting against José’s thigh, her eyes wide as she dropped in front of him.
Madison grabbed Berrios’ thick cock, gasping at the sheer weight and heat of it filling her palm, her fingers not meeting around its massive circumference; after a breathless moment of hesitation, staring at the flushed, swollen head glistening under the locker room lights, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out tentatively to lick a salty bead of pre-cum from the slit.
Her tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside, tasting salt and victory, before Hazel dropped beside her, eyes wide with predatory hunger. "Fuck, José," Hazel rasped, her hand joining Madison's on the impossible girth, "Looks like Madison and I get to christen that monster together."
Madison didn't hesitate, her eyes locked onto the thick head glistening under the locker room lights. She surged forward, taking José's massive cock deep into her throat in a single, determined plunge, making him gasp and arch off the bench.
Hazel’s mouth crashed down onto the thick base Madison couldn’t reach, her tongue swirling over the pulsing veins and salty skin, licking upwards to meet Madison’s straining lips. Berrios roared, his back slamming against the lockers, hands fisting in their hair, hips bucking wildly as their tongues wrestled over his impossible girth.
Their mouths crashed together over José’s thick shaft, lips locking in a wet, desperate kiss, tongues tangling furiously against the salty skin stretched taut beneath them. José roared again, hips pistoning upward, driving his impossible girth deeper against their joined mouths as he gasped, "¡Dios mío, así! ¡Más fuerte!"
Hazel swallowed José’s impossible thickness whole, her throat stretching obscenely around the pulsing girth, tears stinging her champagne-burned eyes as she gagged against the salty heat flooding her mouth. Madison’s slick fingers plunged deep into Hazel’s dripping cunt from behind, curling hard against her swollen inner walls while her other hand gripped Hazel’s hip, grinding her face harder onto José’s shaft.
The cameraman, Pete, grunted as Hazel’s mouth slid wetly off José’s monstrous shaft for a split second, her lips glistening, just as Madison pulled him deeper into her throat. "One billion live viewers now, Pete!" crackled the voice in his earpiece, sharp and urgent over the locker room roar, the timing impeccable as Hazel dove back down, her tongue swirling over the flushed head while Madison swallowed him deeper, the champagne spray catching the red recording light.
Barker couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Hazel and Madison devouring Berrios's monstrous cock, the raw sounds, the champagne catching the camera's red light – it broke the last shred of his restraint. He walked over, boots squelching on the slick floor, drawn magnetically to get a closer look, his breath catching in his throat as he stopped just behind Madison's glistening, straining back.
Barker’s rough hand clamped onto Madison’s slick shoulder as Hazel locked eyes with him over Madison’s straining back, nodding sharply towards her drenched body while rasping, "Fill her fucking head with it, Kevin – tell her exactly how you want her used." Barker leaned down, his lips brushing Hazel’s sweat-drenched ear, voice a low, possessive growl that vibrated through her spine. "Open wider, you greedy slut... gonna choke you on José's cock while I fuck Madison raw watching you take it."
Barker’s hands clamped around Madison’s hips, yanking her back from José’s monstrous cock as he slammed his own thick length deep into her dripping cunt from behind with a guttural roar. "Take mine while you watch her choke!" he snarled, pistoning his hips with brutal force, his eyes locked on Hazel still swallowing José down.
Hazel gagged violently as José’s monstrous girth stretched her throat beyond anything Springer or Barker had demanded, tears streaming through sticky champagne as she forced herself down until her nose pressed into the wiry thatch of his pubes, her entire body shuddering with the effort. Berrios roared, head slamming back against the lockers, fingers fisted in her hair as he gasped, “¡Sí, así, puta! ¡Traga toda mi mierda!”
Hazel gagged against Berrios’s impossible thickness as Barker slammed into Madison with jackhammer force, his cock pistoning her slick cunt with bruising intensity. Madison’s back arched violently, a choked scream ripping from her, and she squirted a powerful, uncontrollable gush that drenched Barker’s thighs and splattered across the already soaked concrete floor beneath them, her body convulsing.
Hazel wrenched her mouth free from José’s monstrous cock, saliva and pre-cum stringing from her lips as she scrambled off her knees, ignoring Barker’s brutal pounding into Madison behind her, and twisted her aching body around to face away from the pitcher. Gritting her teeth against the sharp protest from her overused muscles, she gripped José’s thick thighs for leverage, positioned the swollen head of his cock against her well-stretched, slick asshole, and began to slide down, a guttural groan tearing from her throat as the impossible girth forced her open wider than Kirk or Bo ever had.
Hazel's teeth clenched against the burn as she sank deeper onto José's impossible thickness, every inch a battle against muscles screaming from Kirk and Bo's earlier assault. The camera lens whirred, zooming tight on the obscene stretch of her puckered rim swallowing the battered head of José's monstrous cock.
"¡Más grande que Kirk! ¡Mucho más!" José gasped out, eyes rolling back at the impossible tightness even after her brutal night, his hands flying to her hips, fingers biting into her flesh as he watched her work his cock in and out of her ass.
Hazel cried out as the thick head surrendered to her slick muscles with a hot, tearing burn, the obscene girth forcing her open wider than any champagne bottle. She collapsed back onto José's lap with a wet pop, impaled to the root, his triumphant roar vibrating through her bones as she gasped, "Fuck! Splits me every... goddamn... time!"
Madison lunged forward, ignoring Barker's brutal thrusts hammering her from behind, and buried her face ravenously between Hazel's trembling thighs, her tongue lapping and sucking at Hazel's swollen, glistening folds as José Berrios pistoned his monstrous cock deeper into Hazel's ass with each guttural shout of "¡Sí, así, puta!
"Hold her open for me, Vladdy!" Madison gasped against Hazel's cunt before a fresh scream tore from her as Barker slammed into her cervix with bruising force and Vlad Guerrero Jr., laughing, shoved the cold, dripping neck of an empty champagne bottle deep into Madison's stretched asshole, the sudden intrusion making her back arch violently while other players squeezed and mauled her bouncing breasts. "Fuck yeah, Mad Dog," Vladdy grunted, twisting the bottle, "takes a bottle like a champ!"
Hazel wrenched her head back from José's impossible girth, her voice a raw scrape against her ravaged throat. "Kirk split me earlier, Bo wrecked me," she gasped, her eyes locking onto both pitchers nearby, "now fuck this stretched ass together, make it scream like you closed out the ninth!", sliding off Berrios’ monster shaft.
Kirk grinned, slicking his cock with champagne while Bo positioned his thick shaft beside it against Hazel's gaping, glistening hole.