Chapter 338: [R18]Strip Basket(2)
From the moment the play resumed, Nash charged straight at her, ready to dribble past her again to rack up some points.
He came hard and fast, shoulders low, ball pounding against the wood, but Jaz didn’t stay passive.
She waited motionless in the center of the key, burning eyes locked on him, body completely still until he got close enough. Then, at the very last second, she literally jumped on him.
Using pure brute force, she slammed him hard to the floor. Nash crashed onto his back, the hardwood creaking under the impact. Jaz ended up straddling his hips, her thick thighs locked around him.
Her face was terrifyingly erotic. Her golden eyes were completely glassy, locked on Nash like a starving predator. A shiny string of saliva dripped from her parted lips while she panted like a wild animal.
Her heavy breasts hung over him, rising and falling fast with every breath.
Nash, lying under her, was only amused by this sudden flare-up. He let out a provocative laugh.
"Well... looks like you’re finally starting to understand the game, Jaz."
"Shut up," she answered in a hoarse voice. "Shut the fuck up."
Without wasting a second, her strong hands dropped to Nash’s shorts. She shoved her fingers inside the waistband and pulled out his cock, huge, veiny, and already burning hard, letting it spring free into the open air under the spotlight.
Jaz lifted herself slightly and started grinding her pussy savagely through the thin fabric of her black panties straight against Nash’s hard dick. The heat and wetness of her soaked spread through the cloth immediately.
Nash dropped the ball, letting it roll uselessly across the floor. Both of his large hands clamped onto her enormous ass. The texture of her amazon cheeks was incredible: dense flesh, ultra-firm from her athletic muscles, yet deliciously bouncy and soft under pressure.
He dug his fingers in deep, kneading the brown skin hard, pulling her down so she rubbed even harder and faster against his cock. A heavy moan of pure pleasure left Jaz’s throat, her face twisting into a tight grimace of ecstasy.
She looked down at him while continuing her destructive back-and-forth, then, she stuck her tongue out.
"Silly... y’love that, huh?"
She kept grinding for several long seconds, the wet friction loud between them, before she suddenly straightened up with a sharp motion. She left Nash breathless, cock fully exposed and glistening.
In one fluid movement she scooped the ball off the floor, spun, and launched a perfect shot that ripped cleanly through the net.
Nash 3 – 1 Jaz
Nash pushed himself up slowly on his elbows. His cock still stood proudly toward the ceiling, skin shiny with sweat and her wetness. Jaz turned back to him with a huge, perverted smile, definitely proud of her move. Nash looked up at her and smiled back, eyes shining.
"That’s the spirit, my girl."
From that point on the match plunged into a completely deranged hybrid madness where every action became an excuse for raw, savage sex. Both of them deliberately kept the score tight to prolong the pleasure. The wet slap of their sweaty skin cracked louder than the bounce of the ball.
Nash, fueled by the frantic pace, relaunched the attack immediately. He executed three low dribbles, crossing the ball under his knees to validate quest counters, then drove hard into the low post. On contact he used his free arm to lock Jaz firmly around the waist, crushing her hips against him.
Without stopping the dribble with his other hand, he slid his fingers straight under the elastic of her soaked black panties. He explored her intimate flesh brutally, searching for her most sensitive spots with his full hand. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her.
Jaz arched her back hard.
"Ah—nngh... fuck—!"
Her fingers dug into Nash’s shoulders. She tried to steal the ball, but he kept perfect control. His fingers plunged in and out of her hot, dripping pussy, creating a wet, filthy friction that made her tremble from head to toe. Taking advantage of her daze, Nash gently shoved her backward, pivoted with agility, and rose up for a violent dunk that shook the entire structure.
Nash 4 – 1 Jaz
Jaz’s eyes were bloodshot with desire. Catching her breath, she looked at him with a dry laugh.
"You’re playing dirty, nash..." Jaz panted, thighs buckling.
On the very next possession she used her full wingspan to force a destructive physical screen in the low post. She crashed into Nash with her entire mass, shoving him hard against the metal support of the basket. The impact made the structure rattle.
She spun around sharply, grabbed his hair with both hands to lock his head in place, and dropped down violently. She forced a wild, frantic cunnilingus right in the middle of the court, grinding her torn, dripping slit against his mouth.
"Eat it... come on, haha, eat some coochie—"
Nash groaned against her, of course, he could have freed himself anytime, but the game was on, and it was a game where you basically followed what your partner wanted.
He gripped her thick thighs to hold her while she writhed against his face, soaked in sweat and juices. The wet sounds of his tongue and her moans mixed together under the spotlight.
After a long, smothering exchange, Jaz sprang back up on shaky legs, recovered the loose ball, and scored a perfect floating layup.
"Guess your favorite style is jazz?" she murmured with a vicious smile, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Seriously, what a girl. Nash almost wished to just keep her for this kind of entertainment. Well, that’d be one of many reasons.
Nash 4 – 2 Jaz
Anyway, while she was cute, Nash felt like this was quite a blow for his self-esteem, so, he decided it was time to punish her seriously and reduce her arrogance.
He took the ball, executed a lightning crossover, passed it behind his back, then grabbed Jaz from behind before she could reset and slammed the giantess hard against the transparent plexiglass of the backboard.
The thick plastic vibrated under the impact of her chest and massive tits. Jaz let out a muffled groan, her palms sliding on the surface as she tried to keep her balance, but she had no time to process anything.
Nash pressed himself against her immediately, his chest crushing her sweaty back. With a sharp, completely unrestrained motion, he grabbed the elastic of her already soaked black panties and yanked them down in one hard pull all the way to her ankles, completely exposing her enormous, round ass.
Without any preparation, Nash locked his hands firmly on her hips and drove himself brutally into her ass.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Jaz screamed in pure surprise, a piercing cry that tore through the heavy air of the hangar and made Jinzo flinch in his dark corner.
Her fingers clenched hard on the metal edges of the basket structure. Her entire body arched violently, the sudden anal penetration catching her completely off guard.
Nash felt the smothering tightness of her anal walls immediately, a burning pressure that clamped around his cock to the maximum, every centimeter of his flesh wrapped and compressed by the giantess’s athletic muscles.
But the initial pain barely had time to paralyze her before Nash’s passives activated in the background. The System’s magic rewrote her nerve connections and the pain of the anal penetration transformed instantly into a wave of pure, heavy, suffocating, and completely disproportionate pleasure.
A penetration like that is already intense, but a passive that multiplies the pleasure based on that pain... Jaz was entering a whole new heaven.
Nash started pounding her without any mercy, delivering hip thrusts of unbelievable violence.
"Ah... ah... oh my god... nngh!" Jaz began to moan, her voice breaking under the rhythm. The back-and-forth became faster and faster. With every savage thrust, Nash’s pelvis slammed loudly against her massive ass in wet, filthy claps of moist flesh that filled the empty arena.
The metal structure of the basket started creaking and swaying, the plexiglass vibrating nonstop. Sweat sprayed from their soaked bodies with every impact. Jaz’s moans accelerated, matching the hellish pace Nash was forcing on her.
"N-Nwash... ouh! Fu... fwah!... it’s... fffoock..."
The rhythm shifted to an even higher gear. Nash hammered her like a machine, his cock sliding in and out of her anal entrance, now lubricated by the mix of sweat and his own precum that added its filthy aphrodisiac potential. Jaz completely lost her mind.
Her reason evaporated, replaced by pure joyful, lustful madness. She started laughing nervously between her moans, a laugh of pure ecstasy in the face of the violence. Her head fell completely back, her wide golden eyes fully dilated, staring blankly at the ceiling beams.
"My god... my god... I’m weak... I’m so fucking weak... nngh—ah! Nash... oh fuck... shit... ah... it’s.... toooo much... oh shit....." she whispered in a breathless pant, a string of saliva running down her chin.
Nash changed the angle inside her. He shifted his stance, pushing her hips higher and driving upward in a steeper, deeper thrust that targeted the exact sensitive spot deep in her ass.
He savored the tight heat clamping around him, one hand still gripping her hip while the other openly groped and squeezed her massive, firm cheeks, spreading them wider so he could watch his cock disappear into her. The new angle made her scream in pure hysteria.
The System passives were fully waking her up, overcharging her entire lower body and turning her into a pure pleasure receptor. The wet, heavy, dirty sound of their penetration echoed like an insult through the hangar.
At the very last moment, just as her legs were trembling so hard they were about to collapse onto the wood, Nash pulled out in one sharp motion, leaving his cock steaming in the open air.
Without wasting a tenth of a second he grabbed the bouncing ball, pivoted on his feet and fired a perfect shot. The leather ripped through the net with a clean snap.
Nash 5 – 2 Jaz
Jaz stayed frozen for a long second, still bent against the plexiglass, body shaking in pure euphoric trance. Her eyes were unfocused, mouth hanging open, drool dripping.
Then, still high on the aftershock, she slowly stepped out of the panties already around her ankles, kicked them aside, and turned toward Nash.
She was smoking with arousal, chest heaving, thighs shiny, golden eyes locked on him with raw hunger.
She charged Nash on the very next possession, face bathed in sweat and wild submission.
At the moment of physical impact she blindly tossed the ball up toward the rim. In the same motion she jumped onto him and locked her long, powerful legs tightly around Nash’s hips.
The weight of her amazon dragged them both to the floor. She forced him into a savage kiss, crushing her mouth against his while frantically rocking her hips on his erect cock. Their fluids mixed on the polished hardwood as the ball dropped with a dull thud straight through the net, validating her third point.
Nash 5 – 3 Jaz
But none of them cared.
The kiss was completely filling their mind. Jaz smashed her open mouth against his, tongue immediately forcing its way deep inside, licking and swirling with desperate hunger.
Thick strings of saliva mixed between them, dripping down their chins. She sucked on his tongue, bit his lower lip hard enough to leave marks, and kept grinding her soaked pussy against his cock while her powerful thighs squeezed his waist.
Nash felt the full raw strength of the woman, her legs locking him in place so tightly he could barely shift, her arms pinned around his neck with the same crushing force she used under the basket.
He tasted her sweat, her spit, the pure unfiltered lust pouring out of her as she moaned straight into his mouth, eyes half-lidded and completely lost.
In the shadows of the upper stands, Jinzo watched this total debauchery, body shaking with black rage. All his fear had vanished, replaced by pure, destructive hatred toward Nash. He wanted to vomit from disgust listening to Jaz’s vulgar words, get out and beat the shit out of them, but, alas, his right hand was busy beating the juice out of his dick.
Meanwhile Jaz was so turned on she pushed Nash flat on his back, leaned down, and started licking the thick layer of sweat off his chest in long strokes of her tongue. She dragged her tongue from his abs all the way up to his collarbone, then spat a thick string of saliva right onto his chest and rubbed it in with her face while moaning loudly in pure pleasure, completely gone.
The Strip-Breakball had done its work to perfection. Almost all the clothes were gone. Jaz was now reduced to only her sports bra and her sneakers. Nash had nothing left but his shorts pulled down, his boxers around his thighs, and his shoes.
Their massive athletic bodies gleamed intensely under the single spotlight, covered in sweat, while the air around them was saturated with the heavy smell of sex, physical effort, and breakball leather.
Just as they were about to launch another even wilder sequence on the court, the luminous neon-blue System interface suddenly lit up right in front of Nash’s eyes, blocking his vision in the middle of his thoughts.
[EMERGENCY QUEST: CRITICAL CLIMAX]
Objective: Make Jaz reach a full, explosive sexual climax on the court during this session.
Reward: Unlock Passive: ’ALLY BEAST MODE’ (Grants temporary Beast Mode, a massive, temporary boost in raw strength, rage, and spontaneous intensity to any chosen ally).
Nash froze for a second, staring at the floating screen with wide eyes of surprise, before an immense, euphoric smile spread across his lips.
It wasn’t the first time that he received a double quest, and he remembered having royally failed the first one during the match against Baby-Boom.
This time though, not only was the quest very easy, literally his specialties, but the rewards... Damn.
This was the climax before the climax, an absolute banger.
With the "Zone" state to put the entire team into perfect tactical and mental flow during matches, and now this fucking "Beast Mode" to temporarily turn whoever he wanted into a physical and destructive monster, Nash had the keys to break absolutely everyone in this shitty league.