A Babe Show [pt. V]

*written with NamiChwan57

The sniper was just barely recovering from the amount of **** he needed to shoot his dick juice off, but he did have one idea. “F-fuck Robin…”

Nami wasn’t happy, “Ugh, does that mean I’m going to have to take everyone’s cum now?”

Nakaba laughed even as he settled in between Robin's widely spread thighs as she reclined on the backless chair, propping herself up with her elbows, "Oh relax, you slutty pirate hooker! You know you don't want to go first- just want to squat there and edge yourself like the perverted little cock-sleeve you are."

"Yea, yea...." Nami admitted with uncharacteristic good nature as she rocked in the grass and gently massaged her lower regions. Her cute face slowly contorting from embarrassment and frustration as she bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting the men to see how badly she was already addicted to Nakaba's incredible fucklog.

Nakaba grabbed Robin about the waist and jerked her forward so that her butt hung off the chair. He grinned savagely as he squatted down, his long cock drooling precum as it nudged against her soft thigh. With both hands he massaged her fat mounds of assmeat, kneading those bulging, thick glutes as he maneuvered his two by four of a dick to her slit, mashing the bulbous head against her deliciously dampened pussy.

“YEAH! YOU CAN DO IT NAKABAA!!” Luffy exclaimed suddenly, pounding furiously on his groin, eyes bugging out of his head with pure lust and desire.

Nakaba snorted with delight at his perverted protege's enthusiasm and tilted his torso to better show off his insertion as he waved at the Straw-Hats, telling them they could crowd in close if they wanted. He was feeling utterly smug as he pumped away at Robin's slick folds, her entire crew ogling in absolute lust. The thought that he'd instigated the infamous pirate crew into engaging in a nasty circle-jerk of their own free will made his ego surge as high as a rocket.

He could feel them getting close, the steady schlicking of their fists a lewd backdrop to his teasing of the buxom beauty before him. His cockhead stretched the oh so intelligent archeologist’s lips wide, Robin’s labia bulging around the tip of his enormous fuckbludgeon, and with a delirious two-person synchronized groan, warm wet folds splayed wide open for his entry.

“There’s no way that’ll fit!” Usopp suddenly exclaimed, his eyes wide as he furiously squeezed his dick, hand slimy with the remnants of his ejaculate.

"You’ve seen him fuck Robin before, idiot!” Zoro rolled his eyes and growled, somehow making his own rapid masturbation look kind of cool, probably something to do with the fact he was wielding the biggest penis of all those watching Nakaba’s Babe Show.

Nakaba pushed the morons’ amusing interchange aside as he had far more important matters to occupy himself with, “Alright boys! Watch and learn how a real stud lays some pipe!"

Leaving his clenched fist of a glans propping open Robin's pussy, Nakaba showed off the utility of having more than a foot of excessive cock-flesh by pushing back her thighs and actually climbing onto the chair without once withdrawing his lengthy member. His frog-like deep squat atop the sex-seat was an unsightly view for the masturbating men, their eyes naturally moving to the huge set of nuts that the position emphasized, hanging low and swinging ominously beneath Nakaba’s thighs, a base animal display of fertility that was lost on none of the witnessing males (well, not none. It was definitely lost on Luffy…)

Zoro found himself staring and estimating Nakaba’s massive balls could easily sire a small city’s worth of bastards in an afternoon before he grunted in irritation at the stupidity of his fixation. He had spurned the Way of the Cock in favor of the Sword all those years ago. He was equipped to fill that role, if not to Nakaba's absurd level, then more than a match for the majority of Babe Spotters on the Blue Sea. But sex and breeding was a base matter, nothing more. His devotion to the blade was his only reason to live, it was everything. He would not stain Kuina's memory by ever turning from that path.

Robin’s normally impregnable wall of self-control crumbled around her as she felt her Babe Spotter’s fat fuckpole sink in and Nakaba’s complete lack of any such self-discipline meant he grunted and groaned like the ravenous bull he was as he felt her hotness, her wetness, her tightness, her softness, the ridged musculature of a juicy pussy churning its meat around him. Hungry cunny walls grabbed greedily at the Babe Spotter’s thick rod as he continued the slow process of stuffing himself in all the way. It was like his long, intimidating tool was melting into a big puddle of liquid pleasure.

And when it finally was fully entrenched in her tight sheath with his massive dangling nutsack draped across her butt-cheeks, providing plentiful privacy for her otherwise completely exposed pink back-pucker, he began to grind it in circles as he felt himself get closer, and closer to his destination.

Robin sighed, almost moaning as the throbbing pressure of his cock hitting the deepest part of her cunt filled her with such bliss. Every stroke of Nakaba’s cock seemed to drive her further, deeper into ecstasy as she gasped and moaned and writhed, her ass cheeks flexing obscenely.
When their buxom dark-haired beauty of a crewmate opened her mouth to begin her normal ludicrous sexual declarations about Nakaba’s prowess, the rest of the Straw-Hats exchanged smirks and knowing looks as they pumped their fists, their increasingly bloated balls demanding nothing less than 100 percent commitment to the cause. Only Zoro’s iron discipline slowed his hand’s beat even as his beyond excited urethra had joined Luffy’s in steadily producing way too much pre-ejaculate to both water the grass and lubricate his palm.
“It feels good! So very wonderfully good! Having your incredibly strong and sizeable cock stir up my cunt and bloat my tummy, while every single thrust makes me want to cum over and over again! My overly active uterus yearns so desperately for more of your massive cock’s invasion into my pussy!”

Nakaba’s homely face was twisted into a hideous toothy grin as he tilted his head back and gripped the chair’s arm-rests that were perfectly crafted for just this carnal purpose as he slammed into her in long, fast thrusts and jolts of deep strokes. Allowing the full power of his hips to pound into her, driving them both into an almost orgasmic frenzy as Robin let out a hoarse cry of ecstasy, a sound of utter rapture that sent the other members of the Straw Hats into a frenzy themselves.

In spite of this, Nakaba prioritized action over revelry. Deaf to the sodden GLRSH! created as his cockflesh parted Robin’s pulsing inner walls and the moist PLAP! created as his fat balls collided with the sweat-moistened fat of her ass, he smoothly transitioned from reinsertion into an outright thrusting chain. Teeth grit as a means of coping with the draining stimulation squeezed along his cock and musculature tense in its dedication to Robin’s skewering, the seconds that followed his penetration of her folds saw his psyche completely consumed in execution of a single directive:

Slovenly masturbation with Robin’s cuntflesh.

This was what he lived for, it was what drove him forward in life; to give himself to another person with the sole intent of fucking and being fucked until he exploded. There was no limit, his mind went wild as he tried to imagine anything else. Any other woman could be beneath him. It did little to quell the raging fire in his gut when the idea occurred to him that he was now the one that would be the source of Robin’s unending pleasure, her insatiable lust that he alone could bring about, her body that he possessed in full, and all that his manhood could give her.

For those watching, the climaxes were coming fast and furious by this awesome display, spurts of white jizz firing in large arcs and parabolas from the lesser pirates, Chopper hastily recording their orgasms with furry enthusiasm as the bonehead Brook continued to provide a bawdy backdrop lyric with his violin. Only Luffy and Zoro were managing to resist, the captain because his portly penis was deferential to a fault to its master Nakaba while the greenette swordsmen had a thoroughly unhealthy devotion to restraint. Something that was not going unnoticed by Nami, her interest and estimation of the honor-bound asshole only growing against her will as he showed a particular proclivity for Edging with every passing moment.

Robin arched her back and pressed herself tightly back to his thick shaft as his enormous dick thrummed relentlessly inside her with each powerful stroke. She knew her lover loved to fuck her as much as he loved to play with and taunt her. They shared a passion, a mutual understanding, it was an intrinsic part of their relationship as Babe Spotter and Babe, something they both wanted to cherish for eternity.

It was a love born of their mutual need to please each other and the mutual understanding of each other’s needs. Their mutual craving to be satisfied, they were both willing to give to the other. Both were equally capable of taking without complaint.

The fact that the rest of her male companions were constantly spewing forth their inferior ejaculations as they witnessed the true coital act was immaterial, that was their lot in life when it came to reproduction, that they were unable to conceive or produce a viable child marked them all as little more than sexual bystanders, an intrinsic part of life forever barred for them as they were doomed to release their genetic material onto their own hands, onto floor-boards, onto unforgiving dirt, and into the harsh latex of condoms. The warm and yielding wombs of womankind were saved for the big and virile cocks of the Babe Spotters, the men who gave them their pleasure and comfort, the men who provided for them, the men they loved and the men that they desired so much who could satisfy their needs for their pleasure and contentment.

That’s why Robin was so happy to do this Babe Show! Her friends still meant a lot to her, and if she could provide a glimpse to how she would be eventually knocked up by Nakaba’s greater meat to those who would never taste such pleasures she knew it would be worth it. Why else did she moan so many words every time he fucked her other than to show the unbreedable masses what they missed?

Happy and exhausted faces surrounded Robin, everywhere her fingers landed around her seemed to touch a new pile of her friend’s semen, yet, she was content. And not just because of the outrageous girth bullying her cervix, though that did help. Nakaba had provided so much for them. It was a wonder how the Straw Hats survived without his guidance and kindness. A wonderful pleasure monster. She wished harder on every thrust that her womb would soon bear his fruit to show their gratitude to him.