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The Stanley Cup. The most renowned trophy in sports, being passed down from team to team, generation after generation. Now, it had over 100 years' worth of teams' names etched on it, space for new ones getting full. Luckily, the NHL was one step ahead.
The Tampa Bay Lightning had defied all odds and just won their third straight Cup in a row, once again in front of their adoring fans at Amalie Arena. They awaited the prize once again at center ice, only to be absolutely flabbergasted as the "new" Stanley Cup. Down the black carpet came not a silver trophy, but instead, to both the team and fans' amazement, a gorgeous, scantily clad blonde lady strutted out, wearing nothing more than a silver two-piece.
"As you know, the captain gets first dibs on her, so Mr. Stamkos, she's all yours." Bettman announced.
Sprinting over so quick he fell into her, Steven found himself landing face-first in her bust. The crowd begging for more, he fulfilled that promise, motorboating the hell out of them, loving how they gently smacked him.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah!"
Deciding this was too big of a prize to have all to himself, he called for his fellow teammates to join the fun. Kucherov was already eyeing down her figure, particularly those luscious legs. He swerve-skated from side to side, as if he were scoping out a shot, only to plant his face in her five-hole. The building was exploding with noise, some even chanting for him to "take it off". Standing by their fans, Stamkos snuck his hands up the top, kneading her pillowy breasts, using his fingers to stroke their tender nipples until the jutted out unmistakably. Nikita yanked down her bottoms, her plump ass the first thing to bounce free, yet that was the least of their concerns.
The "Cup" shivered calmly as the icy air grazed her bare body, especially feeling it touch her exposed privates. Immediately the cameras focused on the area, showcasing every detail thanks to their advanced technology. If you just so happened to tune in, you could see just how shaven and smooth her mound was, until it was interrupted by Nikita's tongue hungrily licking away at her crease (no pun intended). To top it all off, the commentators were desperately trying to hold back their piqued interest, trying to switch to another camera, which wasn't much help. The next feed shown her breathtaking bosom, two perfect rounds with tickled pink areolas. Steve was sensually kissing her neck, slowly working his way down yet again, only this time he ruthlessly nursed one of her teats, suckling hard enough to make her lactate!
"Mmmmmm, oh, mmmm!" Stamkos moaned as the first of her milk hit his tongue, warm and gentle like a blanket straight from the dryer. His mouth eventually overflowed with the thin, yet decadent decicacy, running down his chin and dripping onto the jersey.
"Oh my god, just wow." One of the commentators forgot his mic was on, which recorded a series of dirty noises which were exactly what they sounded like. The unmistakable sound of skin "slapping" was faintly heard, covered by his panting grunts.
"Ohhh, fuck yeah." He deeply murmured, caring less it was being broadcast nationally.
Vasilevkly, among others couldn't contain themselves by now, throwing off their gear and rushing over to get their turn.Like a famished newborn, the goalie latched onto the other breast, while one hand strayed down to play with her clit. There, Nikita's face was buried so deep in her, his beard came out with some of her creamy discharge stuck to it. She squirmed and yelped laying on that black carpet, getting bombarded from every angle by the defending champions. Her lustful cries enticed the fans into "participating", not to mention attracting more Bolts to join the celebration. Hedman called dibs on her mouth, introducing it to his plump tip, of which she felt obliged to suck on. Her eyes shut as she savored the unique taste of sweat and precome.
"That's right, be a good slut and suck me dry. Yeah, that's it." The Swede encouraged and rewarded her by running his hand through her flowing hair that was golden like the Floridian sun.
Having depleted her milk supply, the captains directed their attention down below, where her vacant slit oozed its natural lube to ready itself for the inevitable. This on its own being a special occasion, Steve fetched the celebratory champagne. Using his beefy thighs to shake it up enough to pop it open, he showered her sex with the sweet, heavenly foam. Not letting a single drop go to waste, he lapped clean every nook and cranny his tongue could fit into.
"Ohhhh, Steve! Uh!" She couldn't stay still from all the shockwaves of pleasure shooting throughout her body. Nikita, feeling even more ambitious, poured as much as he could down her cunt, only to lie between her legs and drink as it trickled out. He had to admit, it tasted even sweeter coming from there.
With her entrance now wet with both champagne and its juices, it was in perfect shape for the next trick up their sleeve. Speaking of which, Steve rolled one of his up and went in, one finger after another, leading to his entire fist ending up inside her. Completely amazed, he wondered how deep he could really go. He shoved harder, getting up to his elbow in the fleshy cave! That alone made his cock bounce back to life, stiff as a "twig" and aching to penetrate.
"Augh! Damn, am I hard! Time for us to really make our mark on you." He exchanged dirty looks with his fellow captain, as if to say: Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
Starting off easy, Steve gently traced her outer lips with his tip, leaving a glistening trail.
"You ready, slutty cup? Because I must warn you, it may hurt getting struck by lightning twice, at the same time!"
With that, they aligned their members, and pushed into her. Feeling a strong burning sensation as her walls parted to accommodate the two hefty shafts, she whined and squealed while trying to maintain her composure in front of thousands, if not millions watching. Oddly turned on by those pained cries, they amped up the intensity to break her in a little more.
"Oooo! Owww, fuck!" To compensate for the excruciating amount of damage. her canal secreted even more slick, seeping from her labia and squelching with each thrust. When the two pulled out momentarily to catch their breath, the remaining cameraman highlighting how the two members appeared like freshly glazed donuts, and just as appetizing if not more. By then, it seemed as if every erotic act was done on her, and all was over with. Hedman stepped up once again, surprising his teammates with his outrageous offer of adding in his dick too! He thought it would only make sense given the team's three consecutive wins.
Adoring the suggestion, Steve moved over to the side to let Victor in, where he attempted to go in at an angle. Quite occupied, the stuffed cunt's lips were wrapped taut around the two rods, not making this easy. He squeezed his fat mushroom tip into a narrow opening he spotted, nudging the others aside as it claimed its spot.
"C'mon, c'mon, just a little bit more!" As it audibly popped in, Victor promptly felt the warm, wetness cave in on his member, coating it too in her lovely cream. The humanized trophy cried out for more in all of this painful pleasure.
"Oh my god! Yes, fuck me harder! Fuck me raw!"
Granting her wish, the three gave it their all, much like they did playing the game. Hedman experienced quite the pressure on his end, with his two counterparts ramming him into the "walls" as they battled it out for that one goal, which was pretty obvious by now. The only way he could really get in there was by awkwardly positioning his right leg over her back. There, he was able to slip through the tightest cracks in the deep hole, making her scream from the excruciating stretch.
"Owwww! It hurts but don't stop!" Her nails dug into the carpet as she felt each one of them shoving further and further down. Even her belly occasionally had imprints from the head(s) poking into it. Her unscathed cervix became the epicenter of action, getting pummeled beyond repair by the three-headed monster. Her walls could no longer hold up against such extreme trauma, painfully giving way. It truly felt like something in her broke.
For the grand finale, all three nearly synchronized their orgasms, blasting her womb with a bukkake of come. Moaning in relief that it was all over, the cup lied back and took in the sensation of three times the seed sink in, seeping into her tubes to form future Bolts. The first one in, Steve also was first to pull out, effortlessly slipping free thanks to the excess of juices that spilled out in the process.
Here's until next year!