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Princess Peach knew that some tennis matches were best won off the court. That was how she ended up leaned over a bench with Birdo balls deep in her pussy, every stroke an urgent and insistent push to make her thoughts fall to pieces in a state of unraveling bliss, so dizzy and so chaotic that she found it impossible to hold together any sense of control. With her dress pulled up over her plump ass, she was poised perfectly for the sweetly crushing bliss of paying Birdo to take a loss, exchanging backshots for an easy match to get deeper into the tournament without even trying to. This tournament was hers to win.
"This is worth it," groaned Birdo, hardly minding this trade while she plunged her cock deep into the snug hole, drilling without a shame into Peach's pussy and having all the fun she could get in these hazy attentions. Princess pussy was enough to tempt her into throwing a match, something she was sure she wasn't alone in, hands gripping the princess's round hips to keep plundering madly away at er tight hole. She couldn't help herself here, giving in to the desire begging her for more, urged to let go and embrace her hunger at its purest. She knew she was being taken advantage of and she didn't care.
Neither did Peach, who was fine with playing a bit loose and letting her body be a commodity sometimes. When it got her something. It helped to feel Birdo's fat cock stuffing deep into her waiting pussy, to know she was getting drilled into by the over-eager dinosaur. Peach's seductive ways were simple, flirtatious, and when she had to give her body up to get a win, she was always happy to oblige. She knew how much people wanted her, and Peach wasn't above using her looks for that goal, letting them crave her body and seek her touch, letting the desperation carry her into a stranger place, into feelings of utter bafflement and shame. The frustrations built up without a care, pushing at her thoughts, provoking stranger and more shameful attentions meant to grind her down.
She could have won on the tennis court. She was sure of it. Peach was damn good at tennis, but she was just better at being pretty. Her tennis court dress was a lethal one, so snugly form-fitting, fluttering around and showing off her gorgeous thighs and her heart-shaped ass, occasionally granting peeks at the fancy panties she wore. She never wore plain panties under her dress, and had no shame about flashing the crowd of her opponents with her panties just by the flutter of her skirt. The expensive, often lacy underwear added to her looks, to the burning excitement compelling her to keep losing herself.
But she knew that by putting out, she could go hard off the court, have just as much fun, and come out on top. The winner and the freshly fucked mess of a princess too pretty for anyone to say no to. She was the object of everyone' eye and all it took were some sweet kisses and a deep bend forward for her to be able to waltz her way to victory. Peach had a whole castle, plenty of room to fit all the trophies she won not only in racing, but in racing, in soccer. In anything. Her charms were unmatched.
Birdo's harder, faster thrusts inched her closer to release, and Peach savoured it. Throwing back to meet the dinosaur's ready thrusts, Peach moaned out for it. "Take your victory lap," she moaned. 'Cum in me raw." Her head rolled back, a smile spread across her face as she accepted the sweet surge of bliss and hunger taking her, pleasures consuming her focus. The words urged on Birdo, who kept thrusting, kept losing herself, eagerly giving in to the chaos and the heat of letting herself go until she wasp umping a hot load deep into Peach's needy, spasming womb, pushing Peach to the kind of climax only raw creampies could offer. All to get her the win.
She loved tennis almost as much as she loved birth control.
Birdo pulled out, and Peach remained happily bent forward, biting her lip and letting the sweet delight wash over her. She knew she was in a good place to savour the gooey warmth upon her and to revel in just how ruthlessly, unapologetically horny she was. "I'll see you on the court," Peach said with a hungry rumble in her voice, the sultry purr of someone who was delighted to keep getting everything she wanted.
After getting cleaned up, Peach was out on the court, putting on some killer tennis that Birdo simply didn't have an answer for. Peach's secret to rigging her fights, aside from her fat, juicy ass, was that she was so damn good that if her opponent just played a step too slow, she could look like she dominated them. It was believable, fiery, and she looked like a flawless player cutting through the competition. Could Birdo have beat her if she tried? Possibly. Peach was still damn good. But it all looked credible, all looked legitimate, and once she'd taken her win, nobody had questions about it. She was free to continue on in full confidence of what she looked to have accomplished from the outside looking in.
Even if it was all a massive fucking lie.
Peach waved her racket and gave a flirty wave to the crowd before zeroing her gaze in on Waluigi in the crowd. He'd beaten Shy Guy to be her opponent in the semi-finals. She blew him a kiss and offered him a wink. She knew she'd be seeing him soon.
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Waluigi's incredibly lengthy cock required both hands in addition to her throat for Peach to be able to handle all of it, throwing herself into the wicked satisfaction and shivering heat of dizzy pleasures, an excitable burn of pleasures she was opening up to deeper, persistent and hungry while she threw herself in to all of this very wicked excitement.
There was so much cock for Peach to tend to, and she did her part to give in to all of it, a steady push back and forth, sloppier and hungrier, so messy as to render her thoughts lost to the hunger consuming her. The bobbing of her head was a steady, rhythmic push, the insistent hunger and excitement of deeper indulgences. There wasn't much here but the crushing excitement of giving in, losing focus to the exhaustion and excitement of steady indulgences. Each motion back and forth was a push into shakier worries, into the wanton ruin that continued to push her to strive for only the best, sloppiest head she could give. Smears of pink lipstick and heavy strands of spit covered the cock, and her hands worked overtime at giving him all that she could.
"Waluigi, number one," cackled the lanky man. "But maybe next time. Waluigi number three good enough for now." He was more than at peace with the presence of Peach down on her knees to keep adoring his oversized cock with her mouth; winning gold didn't get him pussy as good as Peach's, so he was coming out of this in a way better position from that standpoint. He was happy to take the accolades and the victories where he could get them, but sometimes a guy just needed a pretty girl sucking his dick.
Peach was happy to play along with it. As weird was Waluigi was, a man who just kind of showed up to play sports with them for some reason. An inscrutable, lanky stranger whose dick was like a snake, and she sucked it all down to win her tennis match without apology. It was messed up of her and she knew it, but she was completely lost to the urgency and the sloppiness of giving up to all of it, accepting the excitable and senseless lust taking her. Maybe she was getting a thrill of it. Off of being so sexy, so desirable, that anyone she wanted to beat would simply forfeit over their pride as a sportsman for head from her.
A load pumping down her throat left her shivering in joy, moaning her way through taking every drop of Waluigi's cum as he groaned in pleasure, those nasal sounds of pleasure she'd come to expect from him whenever she wrung a load out of his dick. She reveled in the shamelessness and satisfaction of wringing out every drop of his load, guzzling it down and making sure she earnestly threw herself into every second of this wild delirium before she finally drew back with a smile, wiping the spit from her lips and steadying herself.
"I'll see you out there in an hour," Peach said with a flirty giggle, planting a parting kiss onto Waluigi's cock and drawing back. She'd done her magic again, and now she could ease back and appreciate the fruits of her hard work.
It was the same story once more; Peach looked utterly dominant on the court, moving with a pace and a power that had Waluigi fumbling around trying to keep up with her, a convincing fake that continued to do everything it was meant to do in setting the princess up for her victory. She swept without hesitation on the court, shutting down Waluigi and earning another seemingly impressive showing, one that had raucous applause coming on in waves of pure pride for what she'd done. People loved seeing Peach win like this, her relentless strives to improve and to push for the rush of excitement and possibilities here. Peach sold her lie like a pro and celebrated like she had done this herself, legitimately. It was better if she sold the lie, something she accepted as the rushing excitement keeping her hungry for more.
Mario hopped up to attention, his match against Bowser in the semi-finals next, but he hopped out ahead to toward the princess. Peach tightened up a little bit as he approached, and she made sure her hands were there to keep him at a mild distance when he tried to go for a hug. "You did it!"
"I did it, Mario!" Peach said. She wore her fake smile steady, knowing what he was after. "And if you beat Bowser next, then I'll be seeing you in the finals."
"Can I get a kiss for good luck?" Mario asked, puckering out his lips in anticipation of it.
"Sure," said Peach, before going for his cheek. She planted a nice, soft smooch there, left a little bit of lipstick there, and then pulled back. "Good luck, Mario."
Mario laughed and patted at his cheek where the kiss mark was as if he had been given something special and wonderful from the princess. "I will beat Bowser for you, and then whoever wins in the finals between us, we can both celebrate." His jovial certainty wasn't going to a bother for Peach. She wouldn't let it.
"Yeah! I can't wait. I'm going to go shower and hope I can make it in time for your batch. Bye, Mario." Peach hurried off quickly, and once she was out of view, her disposition eased up a little bit, a long sigh falling out of her as she headed off to her locker room and to the shower promised. She knew Mario wanted her. Not that that was special, given everyone else how did, but with Mario it was 'different'. Namely, it was a pressing issue of how she had no interest in Mario and gained nothing from having him be any more head over heels for her than he already was. She appreciated him being a hero, so happy he saved her time and again, but that was all she really wanted from him.
That she was fucking just about everyone but him, despite how clearly lovesick he was for her, didn't bother her much. Even when that 'everyone' included Mario's own brother, Luigi, standing outside of her locker room with a big, hopeful grin on his face. He'd lost in round one of the tournament, and offered Peach absolutely nothing. He just looked a bit sullen.
Peach opened the door to her locker room and said, "Come on in, Luigi, I know how to make you feel better."
Under the hot shower stream, a soapy titfuck was sure to hit the spot and help Luigi. Lathered up to wash away the sweat of her match, covered in suds, Peach's plump breasts were right to work at moving up and down atop the plumber's cock. He felt so nice nestled into her plush tits, the soft caress of her body working to give Luigi just what he needed, a persistent up and down of her body in motion to tend to his every desire and excitement. "Sorry you lost, Luigi, I know you were looking forward to this tournament." Or more accurately, looking forward to being able to raw Peach in exchange for a loss. She knew how he was, and she was happy to give this up to him to soothe his feelings. This left the shower titfuck as a way to help ease him and his frustrations while focusing carefully on the insanity and pressure of trying to meet all of these feelings.
Luigi gripped Peach's slippery shoulders, his cock all so nice and soapy while he rubbed up against her skin, the slippery contact making him feel a lot better already about the pleasures taking hold of him. He wanted to give in to all of this, a deeply unstable push into excitement keeping him moving and active. His hips worked happily at the pressure upon him. He did his best now to keep up with the relentless push of all of these stormy ideas. Luigi wanted simple things here, and worked to get them with every stroke of his hips, her tits greedily and giving up to the wild pleasure of letting go, uncontrollable and insistent in the urges awaiting him, in the pleasures that he kept working through with such overbearing and simple wants.
Peach was happy to be a consolation prize, working with careful motions toward the delight of giving in to all of this, indulging in the satisfaction and the raw delight of giving him what he wanted. She knew it was the pleasure Luigi craved, deserved even, and she was eager to give him that, to keep working with the persistence and excitement of letting go, giving in to all of these wild desires, allowing excitement to keep ripping across her. She was in over her head here, but she felt incredible in doing so, pushing for the gooier satisfaction and refusing to slow the urgencies of her motions.
This was just the way Peach had her fun, and she wasn't ashamed of it, or doing it with who she wanted to do with it, even as it became more and more apparent to her that just about anyone was able to get her, aside from Mario, who was right now probably at his tennis match, probably showing off hoping she was there to see, not knowing she was giving his brother a titfuck instead. She felt no shame in doing this, no worries in the unhesitating bliss taking her deeper. Everything just felt so good, the sharp excitement and delight of giving herself in to these stormy lusts, into feelings of a pleasure potent, forward, and certain above all else of how far she was doomed to fall in to this all. Crushing pleasures and deranged excitements offered to Peach a wild rush of pure excitement, hazy elations leaving her to keep giving up, pursuing the sloppier warmth and the idea that she was in much too deep now to hold it together.
So much was taking such a toll on hr now, feelings that invited her to keep faltering, struggling through so many pleasures, tired and shaky and losing her focus while so much weighed now heavy upon her. So much took hold of her now, sweeps of a senseless, crushing excitement, a chaotic throb of worries and hungers all guiding her toward a simple, underlying excitement. Pushing for this felt better and hotter for Peach, a chance to race her way toward pure excitement, losing focus and control, senseless in the pursuit of something fun, not even to win, but just to be slutty. There was a lot to give in to here, a relief and an excitement she embraced harder, allowing her thoughts to keep building. The insistent throbbing of Luigi's cock had her excited, happy, throwing herself right into so much eager desire, and all she had to do was keep rolling with these feelings.
When Luigi came, it was with a fluttering gasp of excitement, his hips bucking upward and his cock firing off hot spurts of sticky cum all over Peach's tits and onto her chin. She squeaked in delight at just how much jizz he shot off for her. Peach took all of it, happy to receive these sticky excitements and certain it would all wash off anyway, so she earnestly committed herself to the stickiness and gooey delight of all this mess, eager to accept the wild joy and embrace of simply losing herself now. Peach moaned for it, and watched in delight as Luigi comically stumbled back against the wall with a big, goofy smile on his face. Another man well tended to by Peach.
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Peach hadn't slept with absolutely everybody who she played tennis or went go-karting with. Just most of them. Who exactly she wouldn't put out for wasn't something she'd defined beyond the general fun she had in leading Mario on while fucking so many of their friends and enemies alike behind his back. She was flexible like that. She liked to feel out when and where it made sense to find out if she'd fuck or flirt with someone, and when it came to Bowser, well, the thought had never come up, but she hadn't exactly been eager to go look into sleeping with someone who constantly tried to kidnap her. Of course she hadn't! There was little she wanted more than to consider such a ridiculous thing. But when she came out of her shower, she did so to the news that Bowser had beaten Mario, and that the match coming up next was Peach versus Bowser for the very first time.
It was a match-up she had avoided through pure luck in the past, but which now seemed upon her as a real threat, something she was going to have to solve quickly. Peach was all about crafty speed, but Bowser was such an intense powerhouse that she knew she was going to be mismatched. She had to do something to stop that from happening; silver was not acceptable for a tournament she'd already had to sleep her way to the finals of! If she was putting out, she was doing it for the gold trophy, not for anything less. Set in her ways, she slipped off to Bowser's locker room, intent on confronting him, laying on her thick charms, and making sure that she could tempt him. Surely, it would be trivial; Bowser already sent so much time trying to kidnap her that actually being given a chance, with such simple strings attached, to fuck her on the spot, she was sure he'd take it.
Wearing her flirty tennis dress once more, Peach peered in with a smile. "Bowser?" she asked, peering into the door and looking around for him, hopeful and on the lookout while creeping in closer. "Bowser, can we talk about our upcoming match?"
Billowing steam came from the showers, and Peach's eyes widened. Did she go in? Did she try to get her deal made by pouncing him in the shower and just going for? She wouldn't have been too upset to do that. Nice and simple, cutting to the case of her seduction, even if she would have liked more time to lay on thick her plans for this situation. She inched closer, about to peer in and about to do something to make sure that she didn't have any trouble in her way, only for Bowser to emerge from the heavy clouds of steam with such a dramatic exit that Peach stumbled back in utter shock at what she was faced with.
Bowser lumbered out of the shower with an absolute monster of a cock dangling between his legs. The biggest dick that Peach had ever laid eyes on was just casually there, rock hard but tugged down by gravity, so massive and so enticing. It made Peach go bright pink, flustered by the size of his cock, maybe even a little bit intimidated. She was awestruck by just how much dick she was faced with. "Princess," growled Bowser. He stood there, taking clear note of where her eyes fell on him, and not minding that in the least. "Have you come to ask me to go easy on you? I hope you know that won't happen, no matter how pretty you are."
This put Peach on the spot in ways she wasn't sued to, embarrassed by how flush her cheeks were and by how completely off her balance she was. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go, and she tried to brace herself for this properly, the shiver and worries of being taken to a weird place by the confrontational firmness of a confident, unashamed Bowser with such a fat cock standing at attention. "That's--I'm here to--I want to make a deal. I want to put a--"
"A bet!" Bowser roared.
"No, not a bet, I want to--"
"I always knew you wanted this, princess. You know I'll beat you, so you want an excuse to put a wager on it so you can pretend you don't want it."
"That's not what I'm asking for," Peach said with a firm stomp, but Bowser continued to ignore all of that.
"We can put that wager on our match. Winner gets to do whatever he wants to the princess--I mean, the loser." Bowser's laugh was deep, a belly-trembling delight as he reveled in just how completely hopeless a match-up this was in his eyes, something that had him certain of himself and overconfident while he eyed her, steadily and uncaring in the harsh focus he placed now on her. He was delighted to see her squirming like this and to press his advantage with a mighty and teasing vigor.
Peach repeated herself, louder this time, but Bowser did not care, giving his cock a swing in her direction before retreating back into the showers with a laugh.
"I will see you on the court!" the Koopa king said, calling back out toward her, continuing to believe some delusional version of this that offered him things that were of utter frustration now to Peach, stressed out by the fact that this was in no way what she had been out for, but she understood she had no possible way to brush past this and put a stop to it. Peach was left to stand there, frustrated and utterly ignored, calling back to Bowser, but either he didn't hear her shouting over the shower, or he didn't want to hear her. Whichever it was, her impotent shouts back toward him went nowhere and meant nothing. Peach was not getting anything across to him now in her frustration.
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Bowser annihilated Peach on the tennis court.
It was embarrassing not just because Peach lost after coming this far, but because she had lost because she wasn't focused. Bowser, firm in the confidence that he was going to win and get to bounce the princess on his cock, made some lurid gestures, eyefucking her every time she went to serve, gesturing lewdly at her when he got a point. It was an overwhelming collapse of her focus, something that made her feel utterly furious and humiliated while she struggled to handle him. There was just no escaping the certainty and the panic of every weird attention raining down now on her. Peach wanted to be able to shirk this all off, but it felt impossible to width the sheer insistence of Bowser's smug attentions.
Nothing had gone her way here, and the second the match was over, Peach was left to thrash around, throwing a fit on the field, slamming down her racket and rushing off. This had been an absolute fucking failure, a mess of embarrassment driving her to run and hide from the reality of what she'd done, needing to seek some kind of refuge while doing what she could to weather the storm. She'd embarrassed herself before fleeing to her locker room, and now couldn’t dare leave it. Did she look like a sore loser because of it? Absolutely. But she had bigger worries now than just the optics of her tantrum on the field.
If only Bowser had actually listened to her from the start, she could have avoided the utter frustration of this all. She surely could have gotten some 'hard work' in and gotten her trophy, instead of being left a loser who was still probably going to have to deal with Bowser coming around again. She tried to take a breather and think about how she was going to tell him no, struggling through her focus not in the least because she knew that he wasn't listening to her anyway, but also, more dangerously, because his huge cock was going to massively overcomplicate any effort to be in control of herself.
The door swung open, and Bowser's expected march into the locker room came with thunderous footsteps and a deep bellow of a laugh. Bowser was here to get what he believed he was owed for his victory, and his gaze set itself now firmly on Peach in pursuit of that. "I'm here, princess," he said, stepping up toward her, arms outstretched in greedy excitement. "Time for me to collect my winnings. You ran away before I could make you kiss me on the court."
"I did not agree to the bet!" Peach shouted, her anger finally coming out with some fire. She didn't want this, and she needed to put her foot down. "I wanted to sleep with you before the match in exchange for you letting me win, you didn't want to, and then you beat me. So I didn't win, so I'm not putting out!" She was as firm as she could possibly be in rebuking Bowser, even if she wasn't sure if even this much would get him to stop.
Bowser stopped, his head tilting to the side. "Why would I have sex with you if you were going to win?"
"What--does the--are you--" Peach's sweetness had fallen away completely. "Really? The idea is that you get to fuck me, a thing you clearly want, and I get to win in exchange for it. Why wouldn't that be how it works?"
"You think that sex with you is the prize?" Bowser's laughter left Peach appalled and offended, continuing to bellow out in deepening humour and hilarity at this, to the utter appalling of Peach. "Sex is about conquest. It's about losing to your better. I won, so why wouldn't sex be my reward?"
Somehow, this landed onto Peach's nerves even more intensely than Bowser’s many, storied efforts to kidnap her. She was furious with him and with his attitudes toward sex, and she wasn't even sure what she was saying, she just knew she was angry and yelling. That was all she had to do, all she could do, and as the bubbling anger built inside of her, she channeled that rage into a lot of noise, a lot of fury, a lot of things she hoped might get the point across to Bowser in the bubbling meltdown she offered. She was stomping, yelling, cussing him out for his attitude and for wasting her efforts to try and win the tournament, proving just how much she valued winning and just how nasty she was under that sweet exterior when it came to her cutthroat commitment to compromised victories at any cost.
Bowser took all of the yelling, standing there less than enthused but completely steady, letting her yell and howl and go through all of her anger while she tired herself out with it all. He didn't react too quickly to any of this, letting her tire herself out and flail her hands around. She was cute when she was angry, but more pressingly, Bowser was still here to get what he wanted. Collecting his prize was not a matter of 'if'., and once Peach was a bit out of breath and shaky, Bowser decided it was time to step forward. His hardening cock emerged form its sheath, and he responded with a very simple, "Are you done yet?" as his cock reached full mast.
Peach was so worn down not only from her ranting, but from the tennis match before it, that she found herself finally out of breath, raggedly drained enough to slump forward a bit and need to gather herself. It made Bowser's approach all the more damning, made her stare down once more at his oversized cock. It was a better look at it now, without the steam in the way, and she was dizzy just looking at it. It was fucking massive. Long and fat to a degree she'd never taken before on either front, let alone combined, with bumps and veins and ridges, and at the base sat a spiked cock ring that held firm down there, capping off a pairs of bloated, swollen nuts. It was a cock like Peach had never imagined, a cock that made her legs weak just on sight. "I was supposed to win."
"Well I did." Bowser pressed a hand down against her shoulder and pushed Peach to the floor, and she went. She went without any struggle, finding herself faced with the oversized cock right up in her face, her lips trembling and her body awash in shivers of wild embarrassment. Peach knew she should not have been doing any of this, knew it to be something deeply compromising her thoughts and her focus, but she couldn’t help herself.
Her hands grasped hold of his cock, fluttering her big, false eyelashes as she felt the sheer warmth behind it. She shouldn't have been surprised given he was a fire breathing lizard, but his cock was shockingly warm. Usually, the last thing Peach wanted to be after a tennis match was near a source of heat unless it was a shower, but she found herself drawn in here toward it, her eyes closing and her lips parting, everything pushing her without much concert direction of what she was about to do and how completely in over her head she was.
Her licks started down the length of his shaft in a hazy expression of molten desire, lustful beyond any real sense of focus, the uncontrollable shames that wound up sudden and senseless through her. Bowser didn't deserve anything; from her after he beat her, and she should have been able to rationalize that fact, but her lips wrapped tighter around his cock and she pushed shakily forward with a hopeless swell of deeply intoxicating shamelessness, sloppy and confused and building out of control. Her mouth did so much that it shouldn't have, tongue caressing along his cock, soaking in the odd feeling of such a massive Koopa cock. She'd let a Paratroopa hit it once to win a race, but he didn't have anything like his king had, and she had no idea what she was meant to do with all of this now as she fell into these shakier attentions.
"I shouldn't do this," Peach whined, even while she planted kisses onto his cock, leaving bright pink lipstick marks all over him with the overbearing kisses she continued to praise him with. There was something so tempting to her here, the shaky expressions of a dark urgency leaving her to want more and more of what she could get. His cock offered her so much to stroke, to kiss, to lick, and she found it impossible to hold back her patience. "It's not right. I--Mario would never want me to do that." But just saying that made Bowser's cock twitch so hard that the feeling of surging power rushing across her lips made her moan. She was a compromised wreck, and now, supercharged by knowing that Bowser could be excited just by that, she found herself pulled in to his inescapable gravity even more.
"Good," he growled, grabbing her head and pulling her in tighter. Peach's dizzy affection all over his cock continued with urgency and frustration in equal measure, adoring him with broad motions of her tongue in laborious pushes for him to feel as good as she could get him to feel. She felt the weight of this desire wearing her down harder, an imposing swell of heat and hunger that continued to push her buttons so simply. Even the grip of his hand on her head made her go a little crazy, and as he got her lips up to his swollen, bulbous cock head, Peach found it impossible to hold back.
She pushed forward, ahead of his grip on her head, to voluntarily begin pushing down his cock in a state of utter obsession. Peach's mouth opened wide and she pushed down as hard as she could into these wild excitements, a passionate and overbearing heat starting up on her with very simple intentions, with a hunger and a confusion and a pure ache that made her struggle now for focus. Peach didn't have any idea how to control herself, scarfing down inch after inch of Bowser’s cock, letting him slip into her throat and proudly revealing her lack of a gag reflex by taking him down so deep it provoked a wild roar from Bowser. He gripped the back of her head tighter and marveled at the way he could slam her back and forth onto his cock with minimal resistance. "I thought this would be harder."
Drool dripped from Peach's chin and her head worked its wild back and forth motions, her head spinning as she sank into the gooey mania and the panic of what continued to hit her. She had no idea how to handle the pleasure behind all of this, the unshakable persistence of feelings making her head spin. Sucking cock had never been this much fun, and Peach fucking loved sucking cock. She sucked him down as deep as she could, her eyes rolling back in a flurry of slutty ecstasy, showing off how talented she was, how ready she was to make this mess into her pleasure and to keep up something beyond her control. She couldn't speak or think clearly, muffled by cock and unable to compose herself with any real gravity or sense, just jamming throat full of cock and embracing all of her most senseless, most confused of desires. She wanted to make something of this as best she could, and she felt herself in a weird place even thinking about holding it all together. There was so little in the way of control here, the surging insanity and excitement of pleasures all building beyond control.
Working her head faster back and forth, Peach worked herself into a shaky mess through the fever and the worship she offered. There was nothing but the hazy bliss of giving in to enjoy here, thunderous desires leaving her to want more and more. Everything came on so hard and so sudden, with her head spinning through the weird weight of it all, something she endured through sheer force of will. Bowser's cock tasted so good and every grim swell of chaos upon her was a darker reminder of how utterly lost she was to this power and this shame. Never before had Peach felt such a complicated and grinding mess of ideas and shames all competing at once for focus in her head, the insistence of worries crushing her down to nothingness. She was on her knees for a powerful king, and she felt so lowly in the process.
Aching and throbbing harder down her throat, Bowser was clearly on the verge of letting loose, his groans growing hotter, his hips bucking quicker. There was an urgency to his motions now, the surging excitement that hit Bowser hard and left him aching to let go. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself to this. The sounds that Bowser made as he roared through his orgasm captivated Peach, so dominant and powerful, leaving her head spinning while his load erupted down her throat with so much volume that she had to pull back in a panic, receiving even more of his seed splattering all over her face, the gooey mess and wreckage of true ruin leaving her all the more frustrated with just how shaky and baffled she was getting. It was too much to hold herself up through, he swampy excess and shame of just being taken in too deep for sense.
Peach wore his facial, pulling back to suck down needy breaths, wondering how to hold it together now that she'd tasted something so remarkable. She looked up at Bowser with a sense of complete bafflement, wondering how to manage these feelings at their most shameful and quivering. Her pussy was drenched and her lips trembled, a feeling of pure desire washing over her body in full, the agonizing joy of simply losing herself to deeper excitements. Self-control could have saved her now, but Peach felt her body tired, sluggish, an utter lack of focus and willpower holding her back now from that she was faced with.
"I shouldn't have done that," she spat out, but she did so while her fingers caressed still along his cock, rubbing softly in back and forth gestures of sweeping shame.
Bowser dismissed all of that with a laugh, picking her up off of the ground effortlessly and yanking her tennis dress up. "You should have, because I won," he boasted, continuing to act under the seeming insistence that he believed the wager was a valid one, and now seeking out more.
Peach couldn't help herself, dragged up into Bowser's arms and lined up with his dick, starting to thrash in shaky confusion as she realized just what was happening. "We can't," she whined, shaking her head feverishly. 'We can't, I can't, we--oh, fuck!" A good, hard slam of Bowser's cock deep into her pussy silenced her complaints in a heartbeat, her eyes going wide with utter awe and a sense of dizzy panic washing over her with bitter intensity and insistence. Peach wanted to be stronger and more resistant to these attentions, but her will crumbled, the faltering panic of suddenly having him inside of her.
It was a lot.
The massive Koopa cock got to work at deep strokes into her waiting hole, reaming her whole he held her by her big ass, squeezing her cheeks and working her along his dick in utterly ruthless shows of pure dominance. Peach had no idea how to manage all the stormy, sudden excitement behind this mess, falling into the dizzying confusion and panic now of being fucked out of her ability to handle all of it. Her squeals were shaky and panicked as he got to work at bouncing her atop his cock, wasting no time in drilling hard and deep now into her waiting hole, claiming Peach with an unstoppable and shameless need to keep her giving in deeper and deeper.
This wasn't right, something that hung over Peach's head with threatening insistence, but so little of that felt like it actually mattered amid the hazy, crushing attentions that Bowser provided her. Every relentless slam forward was a chance for him to keep wearing her down, something that filled Peach up with the incredible girth and overbearing pressure of such a huge cock, an indomitable burn of confusions and excitements gradually pushing her thoughts into a hazier, stranger place.
Peach was usually so confident during sex; it was something she gave to people in exchange for what she wanted, putting all the power in her hands and leaving her capable of playing the flirtatious mess. Sex was transactional, but always on her terms, with her body being desired so much that she could set any price and make people shed any pride to give it up to her. This was not that. This was a roaring lizard king reaming her tight cunt, bouncing her on his cock, not because she was making a deal, but because he'd won. Sex as dominance and control, as a reward for a rightful winner's efforts. It wasn't how Peach conceptualized this at all, but Bowser's every relentless effort pushed her into feeling stranger, hotter, losing her mind to the crumbling pressures and shames of this new attention. Bowser used sex for dominance and as a reward, a celebration of his victory.
As conquest.
His oversized cock left her in a fit of wilder passion, the greedy excitements keeping her to want more and more of these burning delights, into pleasures and wants beyond control, and all she could do was let it pull her in, fascinated by the overbearing gravity and hunger of giving up to all of these depraved and deranged passions. Peach was bounced madly up and down the huge cock, punished by each mighty slam upward, a persistent hunger that continued to rattle her body with tiresome thrusts, with a burning need to keep sending her into spirals of utter decadence. Bowser fucked her with an urgency and an excitement she had never imagined before, something burning a hole right into her, carrying her to feel the sweeping wickedness of so many ideas and excitements all taking hold of her at once, so demanding, so wicked, so enticing. he didn't know how to handle a lot it but she knew she was right in the throes of something spectacular.
Feeling like a ragdoll in his arms and met with the crushing insanity of having to take him on with his every primal slam into her, Peach was disarray, a babbling mess crumbling under his dominance and wondering how to hold it together. Peach had never felt anything so blunt and so senseless, but it was taking her now into depths she couldn't escape, refusing to hide from the utter bliss and the chaos awaiting her. Bowser's cock stuffed her full, made her howl out in shaky ecstasy for the pleasure and the ferocity of pleasures much too wild now for her to be able to handle. She just continued to give in to all of it, struggling to make any kind of sense now of what he was doing to her, but loving every second of it pounding across her body. Electric moans spilled hazily from her lips in a fit of wild excitement, the gleeful submission to the enduring pounding she received and to the sweet joy of letting herself be consumed by this passion.
Peach's resolve crumbled, her mind struggling to grasp her sweetly delightful downfall, a slide into decadence and frustration all unraveling her at the seams. She'd never felt so good in her life, treated like a plaything and pushed to feel such earnest, spectacular chaos. Peach had no idea how to hold it all together, but within that frustration was bliss, the rapid descent of an orgasm hard upon her, weighing down her thoughts with incredible insistence. The deep strokes battering so hard into her left Peach thrashing about in hotter, wilder excitement, the panicked and shameless joy of being pushed into weirder places. Peach had never felt anything so forcefully, confrontationally intense. Control melted out of her, fucked harshly out of her body with burning attention and wicked heat, the greedy delights ad lusts she gave in to utterly.
Crushing under the throbbing, wicked pulse of pleasure and excitement had her in over her head, gasps of passion and greed, hungry pleasures leaving Peach to want to give up completely. Bowser's roars and aggressions were overwhelming, pushing her into a sate of mad collapse and wicked satisfaction.
"Cum in me!" she screamed.
It was a moment of utter weakness, one that Bowser responded with a hard, wicked laugh as he slammed her down onto his cock, imposing now upon Peach the harsh and ferocious chaos of greedy, senseless vigor, the chaos keeping up something truly senseless. With a deep slam into her, Bowser let loose his load deep into her waiting pussy, the sweet pleasure and the passion of taking this on. Hot, gooey seed flooded into her, a deep, sticky mess of pleasure flooding into her waiting pussy now, leaving her to give up to the eagerness of letting it all out. Her orgasm was incredible and the pumping, pulsating rush of Bowser's seed left her thrashing about. It was the messiest, maddest pleasure, a climax like Peach had never felt before, and she fell fully apart.
Normally, Peach wasn't afraid of creampies. She was on birth control, after all. But with the gush of hot, potent Koopa cum into her pussy, she briefly felt afraid, having to come down from the shivering worries, left shuddering in the weirdest of these pleasures. Shaken to her core and whimpering in Bowser's arms, Peach felt herself an utter wreck, left in a place of hazy confusion and frustration, wondering how to make any sense of just how far she had fallen and how tired she felt now. "Wow," she whined.
Bowser set her down and left her on the floor leaking with his cum. "That's what winning feels like!" he bellowed. "Maybe next time we play, you'll be happy to celebrate a victory with me."
Peach twitched, shuddered, whined through the sloppy panic of what hit her, and she was completely lost to all of this. She looked up at Bowser, watching as he lumbered off like his work was done. She was fucked so senseless that she couldn't even be angry at him, a startling sensation making all the weirder and worse how thoroughly compromised she felt and how exhausted she'd become. Peach was tired, ragged, so utterly worn down, unsure how to feel about what happened but feeling like she couldn't come back from this.
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Toad, Wario, Shy Guy, and Diddy Kong's cocks were all jammed into Peach's face, a Boom Boom was balls deep in her pussy, and she knew what to do.
Dressed in a sleek, sexy two-piece soccer outfit, Peach was in overdrive taking on a blowbang from team she was set to go up against, their cocks stroked and sucked on with a maddening push toward pure indulgence. Her top was on and her slim, too-tight shorts were pulled down to her knees, her big butt stuck out so the goalie could clap her cheeks with ruthless vigor. Soccer games were tougher to 'win' than tennis tournaments; a whole team of four players on the field plus a goalie demanded that she put in a lot more work to try and make sure everyone got the proper reward for taking a dive, but that wasn't a problem for Peach now; she was happily in her element, working at the wild demands with a sturdy, insistent push toward pure spectacle, ready to make the most of what this offered her in a fitful storm of throbbing excitements, pleasures beyond control or reason leaving her in a weird place, but with the utter confidence that she could handle it.
Slurping on these big dicks and throwing back against the goalie, she was determined to make up for her tennis silver medal by getting her team a nice, smooth win. She was going to make up for the Bowser situation and focus on what really mattered to her again: winning. It was all simple once she got into the groove, once the pleasures came on stormy and steady, offering her precisely what she needed to make sense of what she'd lost. A chance to fix the compromises of the past and get her victories and her glorious excitements. In particular, she wanted goals, with Boom Boom rawing her from behind on the expectation he'd let through a few of her shorts on purpose to let her run up the score, something that was going to help cement not only a win, but a win Peach was a big part of. That was vital in making this all play out, and in keeping her in a good place.
The groans from the boys all getting their sloppy attention fuelled her very mobile and very responsive blowbang. She kept switching up whose cock she held, changing her approach and her motions, toying with everything she could to make this all work out with hotter excitement and urgent, throbbing pleasure. Sloppy delights in every direction had her spiraling out of control, and she refused to slow down the urgency behind this frantic pace, a chaos she was earnestly committed to. Peach was back in control, back where she needed to be, ready to commit hard to these sloppy excitements and an unstoppable greed carrying her on to beg for more. it felt like the perfect mess of intoxicating passions fighting her at both ends, deepening her excitement under the trembling heat and the chaos of giving up so eagerly. Her slutty spectacle was something to behold, and she burned with the surging delight and power of just letting her hungers consume her.
Slurping down these big cocks came so easy to the princess, her eyes rolled back in delight while she earnestly indulged in her slutty nature and surrendered to the sweet thrill of urgent, messy excitement. No hesitation, no calm, just the uncontrollable joy of being a blowbang whore for the sake of victory. She was determined to give in utterly to these wicked excitements, the pleasure and the heat of hungry pleasures keeping up the most determined and senseless of passions. Faster, greedier, Peach threw herself into the wilder excitement of beating off all these cocks and pushing for the wilder delight and the glee of losing control. So much took hold of her, thunderous chaos leaving her to struggle and shiver into this insanity. Boom Boom did his work behind her without nay input, carrying her pleasure to new heights while she soaked up the attention and adoration, awash in very simple excitements and a sensation of deeper, shuddering joy.
This was too much for Peach in all the best ways, pleasures crushing her thoughts down to simple nothingness, the sublime surrender and the greedy thrill of pure passion. So much called out to her hunger at once, a surrender she gave in to with earnest greed, surrendering to the pleasure at its purest. She welcomed the rush of pure relief, the flood of cum into her pussy and the eruption of four cocks spraying all over her face. Peach took it all in stride, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and out of the way while she received a fourfold bukkake for her trouble. There was nothing decent here at all, just the crushing, earnest bliss of sticky excitement. It was just what Peach needed to psych her up for the fun to come, the pressure and persistence of things setting her up for triumph and the victory she had just bought her team.
Some of her team knew. Daisy knew. Rosalina had had her pussy eaten in exchange for go-karting losses plenty of times. But Mario didn't know. That was the big one. Keeping him in the dark and away from the truth of what she was doing remained vital even when she was getting him a win too. Her deviant indulgences remained a bit too fun for their own good, and she continued to revel in the downright mean-spirited thrill of hiding it all from him. As they took the field together, Peach had nothing but confidence in the steadiness and the confidence of what she was after, ready to have a good, easy win from a team who weren't going to get in her way, and the fact she could get dicked down to do it only made it more fun. Fun sex, fun game, fun win. What could be better?
She was all cleaned up again, of course, big butt packed into her enticing mini-shorts, hips ready to wave around and tease the boys she'd just put out for. Every time she scored, she'd turn around and stick her ass out to the goalie, smacking it playfully like a taunt, but Boom Boom's cum was still in her while she played. It was all part of her game, all part of the power she wielded. Every goal she scored on the opposing team was just more fuel on the fire for her, more excitement for the princess after selling out her body and her morals for a win and some easy dick.
Somewhere in the midst of everything, Toad took a fall and broke his ankle, bringing the game to a halt and demanding someone come in to substitute for him to keep the game going. Not much problem; even one player on the team was surely not going to be enough to outweigh the rigging going on here.
Until Bowser stepped onto the field.
Bowser was nothing but unstoppable power, able to swat the opposing team out of the way and shove around anyone in his way, pushing without hesitation to seek victory, with his eyes firmly on Peach and her big butt not out of any sort of hazy, distracted inability to focus when she looked so good, but out of a desire to claim her as his trophy for winning. Swats of his hands cast Mario aside, and he was such a shameless glory hog that the more passive play of his teammates only let him carry the ball without hesitation, charging like a star off in all directions and brutalizing the score every step of the way.
The lead continued to dwindle, down lower and lower while Bowser proved himself a one-man wrecking machine able to overcome an entire team by himself with sheer brute strength. He threw his power around and he ran ragged a team that had been cruising to victory up to that point, and Peach found herself unable to stop it. Once more, the Koopa King had stormed in, outplayed her, and undermined all the 'work' she put in to secure her victory, leaving her stunned, embarrassed, and as the points racked up, the recipient of endless lewd gestures from Bowser, who made very clear what he wanted for his victory.
Everyone on the field knew what was going on, and were powerless to stop it. Save of course for Mario, just as powerless, but utterly clueless as to the truth of a match his princess slept with the other team to win and lost anyway.
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But in the locker room, nothing felt so bad, with Peach clutching to Bowser, big tits bouncing his face while she rode his fat lizard dick as hard as she could. "You weren't supposed to be on the field!" she shrieked, a limp gesture undermined by just how fervently she took him down. Every bounce atop his cock was a show of her own failure, a miserably demanding burn of sweet sensations carrying Peach into uncontrollable madness. Her hips could not stop moving, each slam down impaling her fully on his oversized cock while she clung to his body and gave herself up to the fullest extent of her embarrassing urges.
"I win again!" Bowser roared, smacking Peach's ass and keeping her bouncing madly atop his cock, indulging in the wild greed and the wicked excitement of what he needed most, keeping up a pace driving him crazy with pure excitement, greedy desires and excitements to keep him wanting to keep this up harder. "I bet you threw that match. You were playing so well until I got on the field, you must have given up so I'd fuck you again."
"I did not!" whined Peach, but her objections hardly sounded believable wen so wracked with pleasure. The ugly truth of this situation was that whether she had or not, she was indulging now like she had, and Bowser wasn't going to believe her anyway. The insistence of crushing pleasures kept her in a stranger and sloppier place, hotter excitements guiding her into the merciless indulgence of taking his cock on quicker and hotter. So much wild pleasure kept up something wicked here, the senseless fascination to keep wanting more of, finding the pleasures to be too much to contain. Bowser's relentless smugness only left her dizzily giving in hotter, finding it impossible to deny him the satisfaction of what he wanted.
While seeking her own satisfaction just as hard, of course.
Fucking herself onto his cock in unstoppable satisfaction, Peach let herself give up to the urgent, outrageous bliss of dizzy chaos. She couldn't stop riding, unable to hold together the senseless chaos of her thoughts, the crumbling worries and the desires leaving her giving in deeper and hotter. It was just too good, keeping her in a place of compromised bliss, knowing her desires were simply too good to handle this all. She was lost to something truly mad here, the crushing ecstasies and the desires keeping her needing more and more of this. Selling out her thoughts was bold, wicked, keeping her racing faster on in the throes of a deeper chaos.
Bowser gave another smack to Peach's ass, continuing to revel in how thoroughly insane this was. "Seeing that ass bouncing on the field was so good, but feeling it bouncing in my lap is even better." He was in a good place to keep pushing for more of this, the hotter pleasures and the persistence of pleasures to keep giving in to. "Winning feels so much better knowing I'll be balls deep in you afterward."
Peach shook her head in feverish, disgusted panic. "I'm not a prize to be won." But she clearly was, throwing herself up and down in the throes of maddening excitement, building without control through the tiring bliss of being taken ever deeper, crumbling under the ecstasy that Bowser's huge dick offered her, knowing she couldn't resist this. There wasn't even the illusion of decency here; she had let him do this, craving his cock inside of her, giving in to the senseless greed and the warmth of wanting more of it. She was in a place of utter madness now, the crushing delirium she fell in to deeper, faltering without a shred of control across the sheer joy upon her. The sting of defeat barely registered amid the crushing ecstasies and excitements keeping her giving in, the crumbling of her thoughts giving up to the outrageous and maddening excitements of losing herself to this mess fully.
"Yes you are," Bowser replied, dismissive and mocking, but backing up the pressure with a confidence beyond sense, proving just how ready he was to push for that, the pleasures to keep giving in to this, a pleasure and a ferocity to keep chasing. Every motion of Peach's hips continued to prove how weak she was, the sultry up and down heaving of a dizzy desperation, frantic pushes on harder and quicker, the escalation of passion and greed leaving her in a place of hopeless chaos, the panic and passion of giving in deeper. There was no way to control the deeper pleasures here, and Bowser got to smugly revel in just how weak she was, a downfall of senseless passion and fascination that continued its ruthless joy. His persistent thrusts worked to completely undermine Peach, wearing her down harder and harder, inviting her to crumble under the harshness of his every vicious impulse. There was no good way for Peach to contain herself here, struggling to understand her own downfall while her thoughts collapsed from within.
Throwing her head back in shaky concession, Peach's struggles became bolder, messier, more infuriating to deal with amid her whines of confusion and the shocked panic of knowing she was in so desperately over her head now. The tiresome bliss of giving in became hotter, sloppier, like a push into feelings that she had no way to manage. Everything surging across her felt like the outrageous pulse of brilliant, senseless hunger. She was in an ugly place now of utter compromise, trembling and thrashing about in dizzy sweeps of a senseless need to let go. Peach felt overwhelmed down to her core, lost to the pleasures upon her, the urgency and the frustration of letting her thoughts fall beautifully to pieces. Peach couldn't help but keep riding, keep bouncing, keep spiraling out of control. She gave Bowser what he wanted and found that what she wanted was shifting faster than she was comfortable with, caught in a downward spiral from which there was seemingly no escape.
Bowser slammed up into her with a bold and senseless push, letting loose an eruption of molten spunk deep into her waiting cunt. The sweep of pure chaos set Peach aflame, making her shriek and thrash and scream out in wild joy, gleefully collapsing under the senselessness and the excitement now of what drove her crazy. She was lost to the damnation and passion of giving in fully. Her thoughts crumbled in senseless, hazy excitement, the elation of giving up to the storm upon her. Cum flooded her womb once more, and Peach found herself slamming down onto his cock, moving with urgent, senseless vigor, delighted by the swell of pulsating hunger, the quivering shame and the heat and the crushing bliss leaving her to fall completely fucking apart. Her head spiraled into dizzier shame here, caught in the throes of a desperate need to let her thoughts go completely.
Screams of ecstasy betrayed everything Peach aspired to in her pursuit of sports supremacy. The triumph and glory of every win melted away as a big lizard dick pulsed inside of her, the quivering aftershocks of her orgasm making her rock and wriggle atop him in babbling, dumb elation. She felt herself completely unable to handle how far she'd fallen and how ready she was to just let herself crumble for his touch. It was wrong, it was wicked, it was a sharp betrayal of every last thing Peach was proud of, but she was completely unable to deny herself the pleasure upon her. The gooey, warm relief of so completely letting herself give up to this pleasure. It was everything to her now, the shameful reality of how badly she had been consumed and how ready she was to let go.
Peach collapsed against him, soft, shaky, cooing in exhausted delight. She felt guilty about how easy this was, and she knew it was a sign of a rot within her, but it wasn't something she had the power to resist. It was embarrassing, but it felt so good that she couldn't bring herself to care. She'd lost, and she liked it.
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Another week, another go-kart race. Peach was the most stylishly distracting she could possibly be, straddling a pink motorbike, sticking her fat ass up in the skintight racing outfit she wore at the starting line. There was just no way to sleep her way to the finish line on this race. No time, too many people, Mario being there.
Bowser being there.
But she felt good about her chances as she stood there, offering a distracting view of her ass and happily letting the view speak for itself. She'd taken too many losses lately, and Peach looked now for redemption here in the form of throwing herself into the deep end of the race. There was so much to the finer points of a race. She could do this.
Only for Bowser to bark from behind her, "This is the last time I see this view of you like that until you're on all fours for me!" just before the starting gun.
The words got under Peach's skin from the second she hit the pedal, but she tried her best not to think about it. She got blazing down the course, trying her best to ignore the comment and to not think about Bowser's presence. Or, more pressingly, his cock. His amazing cock. His tireless cock. She wanted to keep it out of her mind and avoid the pressures behind it, shakily pushing herself to just get the job done and make the most of the growing chaos taking her. She wanted to win, wanted to be strong, wanted to be ready to make everything she could of the reality upon her before grim reality cut in and she had to ponder her own demise again.
Two and a half laps down, Peach had worked her way into first, weaving around and protecting herself from red shells with bananas and with her own green shells, holding strong in defiance of any risks down her path, and keeping everyone from overtaking her. She was damn good at this, and weaved like a pro along the race course, looking damn good doing it. She was confident in herself and ready to get the vindication of winning a race, not even sleeping with anyone to do it! She was the best. She was unmatched. Nobody was going to be able to beat her, and she was going to slide her way into the beautiful victory and affirmations awaiting her.
Until Bowser came up behind her, blasting forward with a golden mushroom, bullying everyone ahead of him out of the way with a charge forward and a heavy kart that could keep pushing people off. His lurching monster of a kart had a max speed that took a while to get rolling, but now he was on a straight blast forward with unstoppable vigor. His roar was loud over the sound of the engine, and he pushed happily forward, closing the gap between himself and Peach, making a clear move to get his advantage on her, and he was unstoppably committed.
Peach had a green shell waiting, ready to launch against him, ready to stop him. She looked back over her shoulder, knowing one shell to knock him off would get her her gold. The finish line was close, and he wouldn't have the time to ramp his speed back up. She just had to throw it right, had to hurl it at him, had to throw the shell to win the race.
Instead, she threw the race to win the shell.
Peach's resolve snapped as he came up in a perfect line for her to throw the shell. She held on to it too long, hesitating, and Bowser simply crashed into her, knocking her off to the side and charging up ahead of her, sailing to the finish line and leaving her stumbling her way into second place behind him. Peach hadn't simply lost the race, she threw it entirely, and she knew exactly why.
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Relentlessly fucked doggy style, Peach proved Bowser's boast entirely right, now presenting with her ass in the air for him while he clapped her cheeks with utterly ruthless delight, his hips pounding without a care for her dignity. The huge cock pounding into her felt incredible, carrying her to want to give in to this all completely, the throbbing excitement and the passion of giving in deeper, the crushing worries taking her to the limit of all sense. Her hips slammed back greedily against the harsh and relentless attention, guiding her into the throbbing excitement and elation of giving in deeper, a hopeless collapse of crumbling excitements keeping her giving in deeper, leaving her in a shaky burn of utter submission.
One hand tugged on her ponytail and the other smacked her ass, keeping up the relentless pressure and the chaos of harsh excitements driving him utterly crazy. There was nothing decent or sensible here, the crushing delights and the lusts to keep wanting more and more of. Bowser was dominant as could be over her, drilling into her with all the ferocious confidence he could, delighting in having the princess be a crumbled mess under the dominance of his lust. "You threw that race on purpose," he accused, though hardly with any judgment or complaint in his voice.
"I did!" confessed Peach. She couldn't fight it. "I did. I couldn't help it. I love winning, but at the last second, all I could think about was being your whore again. Having you fuck me as a trophy, and I just became so weak."
"You like my cock more than winning."
"I love your cock more than winning!"
Admitting it was a load off of Peach's chest. She couldn't believe how simple it was once she said it out loud, once the crumbling ecstasies surged with thunderous excitement across her and she accepted her weakness in such plain and shaky terms. The senseless truth of pure delirium and raw lust was there for her to appreciate and to accept in earnest, the fullest depths of a desperate desire carrying her to lose her fucking mind; Peach loved getting fucked absolutely dumb now by Bowser, hooked on his cock and every wicked effort it imposed upon her.
Peach wasn't a loser, she was the trophy. She was the hungry, shameless mess throwing herself unapologetically into the wild passion and the excitement of wanting to give in to this. The sweet lust and the crushing excitements carried her to something beyond sense, the unreasonable and unrelenting passion she couldn't get enough of here. Now that she gave up victory willingly, it all made better sense, compelling her into the ugliest and most shameless of pleasures. So much pure and intense heat built up inside of her, throbbing desire compelling her to lose her mind. Senseless pleasures throbbed across her without a shred of care, keeping Peach tightly engaged on the pleasures and excitements driving her mad. She wanted to let g of all these feelings, the wickedness and persistence of pleasures escalating messier, hotter and more chaotic.
Bowser's roaring, aggressive pressures continued to indulge in a spiraling, downward chaos he refused to slow down under. The princess's shaky, sweaty surrender was an absolute dream for him. This was all so beautiful, surging without sense and carelessly escalating without a shred of care. There was something euphoric and chaotic about giving so earnestly up to the pleasure of giving in fully, the crushing ecstasies and passions of just letting completely fucking go. It was all so remarkable, so perfect, and she was happy to let it break her. She had to be. Peach was ready to earnestly unravel for this touch, for the pleasure of losing her fucking mind, for the sweet satisfaction and joy of losing her fucking mind.
"I don't want to win, I want to get fucked. I want to be your cockslut. I want you to ruin me!" This was all so good to let out, Peach driven to a point of profound madness and crumbling under the senseless euphoria and the greed of giving in to this all, vigorous and overbearing and ready to fucking break now. She loved it so fucking much, accepting her unraveling heat. Peach needed this so fucking badly, a wailing mess of desperate, heaving, thrashing delight. She was unstoppable, committing herself to the sloppy and gooey joy of getting ruined, used and fucked and giving in without a shred of care, finding herself in a place of dizzy need, warming up the hotter passions driving her crazy. Peach surged with unreal excitement, the shakier desperation, the crushing worries and hungers and desperate joy that continued to unravel her. She lived for it, loved it,
Bowser's relentless greed pushed her to the outrageous and merciless passion carrying her deeper, the throbbing chaos and excitement of giving in completely lost to. "You're mine," he groaned, yanking back on her hair again, coaxing more sweet noises out of her in the throbbing, fitful rush of wild heat and chaos and passion beyond sense. He was happy to drill balls deep into her waiting hole and letting loose the molten flood of hot spunk deep into her hole now, flooding her pussy and overwhelming her with the throbbing, maddening, heated pleasure to give in to now.
Flooding, sticky cum pumped her full, made her thrash and howl and shriek out in madness passion. The crushing ecstasy tore her apart, and she lost her mind happily, giving in to these crushing delights, the woeful surrender of passion beyond reason, screaming out in joy through her, and she just had to break. Bowser's cum was worth more than winning, and she was happy to give up to this, realizing in the moment now that she was going to need to give up to these crushing passions in hopeless obsession. There felt like nothing but throbbing excitement to want to give up to. Screams of ecstasy rang out and her body shook through the burning, grinding joy of giving up, senseless warmth compelling her to crumble under his touch and to accept that nothing could make her feel better than this.
"Tennis again in a few weeks," Bowser groaned, keeping his grip tight on her hair while pulling out of her pussy. He used his rip to turn her around and face her toward his sticky cock. "Doubles."
Peach's lips trembled, a shaky and cross-eyed hunger washing over her. "Mario asked to be my doubles partner for that," she whined.
"If you're mine, then we can win, and you can get fucked."
Peach's tongue hung out of her mouth, and she nodded in slow, cross-eyed approval before being forced to deepthroat him in steady acceptance of this absolute delight.
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"Peach, it's our big day!" Mario said, striding down the hall in his shorts and his polo shirt toward the princess, holding his racket steady. "We I've been looking for you everywhere, we've gotta get to the sign-up desk."
"Oh! Right, I did say we could team up, didn't I?" Peach gave a nervous laugh, wavering with her racket while she stood in her sexy tennis dress, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. "I forgot about that, and I kind of--"
Coming around the corner, Bowser announced, "All done at the sign-up desk," before grabbing Peach's ass, blatant and without bothering to see if anyone was around. That Mario was didn't impact his decision one bit.
"You're teaming with Bowser?"
"Sorry Mario, but your princess is in another team," Bowser laughed. "Come on, Peach."
"S-sorry Mario," Peach whined, her cheeks flush as she walked off with Bowser, leaving Mario to turn around and watch them go, with Bowser's hand blatantly cupping her ass with her skirt lifted up over her panties and his fingers dug in tight, and a trickle of white going down the inside of her inner thigh.
Peach loved tennis. She didn't love her birth control as much anymore, though; she'd gone off of that to make sure they could celebrate their trophy win in style.