Cynthia’s Championship Club [Pokemon]

Summary: Hilda really should have known that walking into someone's villa in Undella Town without permission wasn't a great idea, but the last thing she expected was to walk in on the famous Champion fucking an equally famous Trainer there in the living room. Much less did she expect being asked to join in on something so lewd, but when Cynthia points out the perks of joining her 'club', she really can't find a good reason to say no.

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Hilda walked along the beachfront of Undella Town with a bright, airy bounce to her step. The vacation site was perfectly idyllic, just like it was always said to be. It was her first time there, and she was rather excited to go exploring; people always talked about how nice the Town was, and the view of the beach alone warranted the impressive price-tags that went along with the villas. Everything was picture-perfect, from the colour of the sand to the shade of the grass to the infrastructure of the suburban residences, and she smiled at all of it.

Her team was safely tucked away inside of the Pokemon center, both for healing and to finally get a break. She would take them to the beach tomorrow in all likelihood, but she definitely didn't need them in the safe, calm town. There were precisely zero incidents in Undella, and not a hint of a wild Pokemon attack in a year; hardly necessitating the team that had taken on all of Unova. Her Pokemon would just be wasting away time in their balls while she explored, and she didn't think that was necessary.

Not like she was going to just wander into some highly-trained and fully-evolved team, or anything of the sort.

Hilda explored the town with a happy step, taking in all the sights and sounds. She admired the nice little houses that seemed like the perfect definition of a suburban home, white-picket-fence and all, and then the ranges of amazing villas designed for vacationing in. The beach was large and sprawling, with Pokemon and people alike bouncing around merrily while others swam together in the shallows of the ocean, and it was nice.

She felt like she deserved the vacation, in all honesty. Ghetsis was safely behind bars, and the region was safely secured. There were no threats for the time being - at least, not on an apocalyptic scale - and she had gone through adversity to ensure it. She wanted some rest and relaxation, and Undella was cited as the single best place for it - so there she was, ready to take some time off to herself in the perfect beachside town that so many gushed about.

Now, it was just a matter of finding a place to stay. That was the slight hiccup in her plan, because she didn't entirely want to stay in the hotel and would have preferred something a little more like one of the villas, in all honesty. She'd heard from the locals that some of them were open for the season, and a few were rentable; that was where she put her focus as she strutted along the beautiful little pathways of white stone, humming a sing-song tune to herself.

A few signs flashed For Rent at her, and a couple had Open House statuses emblazoned across porches. Most of them had their doors open, which she took to indicate free entry. She was fairly used to that across... well, mostly every Region she'd been to. People, she found, were fairly open with their privacy, and a lot of times she was able to just walk into doors that really ought to have been locked and chit-chat with the people inside. It was a great way to end up with a few new trinkets, too, so she really had no problem with poking her heads into the villas along her path, checking them out in turn.

They were all rather nice, she figured. A pretty couple greeted her in the first one, and exchanged some basic information about Undella Town and where she could find a place to stay; the next had a realtor happy to put her name down, should she want to rent out the Villa for a bit. The same occurred in the next, though it was just a kindly old man who told her she could have any of the rooms she wanted. Brightly smiling, Hilda went through each on her search for the perfect place to spend her vacation time in, looking for the biggest floorspace for her Pokemon and the best view of the beach.

She hopped up to one of the more impressive villas. There was no sign in the window or anything, but she didn't put much thought into it as she hummed and pushed on a door that was already open; clearly, in her mind, indicating that it was free game to enter in and explore. She had no doubts in her mind as to her safety or the legality of such things, and treated it with the same preppy air with which she approached all of her problems.

Hilda stepped inside the impressive villa, and was instantly amazed by just how gorgeous it was - clean lines, refined styles, gorgeously stylish furniture that complimented curtains of soft-looking silk and gorgeous rugs of impossibly soft fur. It was a place that looked perfectly elegant, clearly designed by someone who had an eye for it and the wealth to back it up. She walked in with a puff of breathy awe on her lips, and she stared at it from the doorway with faint awe.

There was a strange, steady thumping sound, and a weird sort of breathy noise, but for a girl that was constantly around Pokemon, that meant nothing. She just scanned over an open-concept kitchen and up to the balcony of a second floor, and then slowly swept down and around the rest of the gorgeous, impressive villa. A soft breath of awe left her as she took it all in, wondering what she should explore first, see first, experience first.

She moved her eyes along the lines of amazing countertops and a floor-to-ceiling window that showed off a gorgeous outdoor view of Undella Town below, then over the couches of the living area. Eyes scanned over the two people bouncing away on the couches and over to the television, th -

Hilda blinked.

She did a double-take.

She squeaked, then slammed her hand over her mouth as she stumbled back and hit the wall. There, right there, on the couch, were two people; two extremely recognizable people, such that any trainer worth their salt would instantly recognize. It simply did not help Hilda whatsoever that what they were doing was also the very definition of lewd, and something she absolutely should not have been looking on. It was the last thing anyone should have walked into, and she knew that right from the get-go as she got an eyeful of hot, heavy sex.

A blue-haired girl bounced along in the lap of a tall, elegant blonde, her hair waving around her face with each extremely eager and happy movement. She went at it with happy cries on her lips and an adoring look in her eyes, with each moment seeing her face become increasingly content. Happy praises and mewls left her lips as she threw herself down on what could only be a thick, girthy slab of a dick. Breasts bounced high on a slender chest as hips worked in a fit of motion, and they were guided by smooth hands every inch of the way.

"You feel so good," the girl mewled, her voice content and pleased. "So big and thick - !"

Hips dropped down at a steady beat, riding a cock in the lap of a tall, gorgeous blonde - knock-out gorgeous, in Hilda's opinion. Hair was a perfect shade of gold, and the style was perfectly cut. Sweeps of bangs and fringes ran across the smooth planes of her face and over an eye, and looked almost sculpted. All of her looked sculpted, though, with gorgeous curves to her body, from the curve of her waist to the size of her heavy chest, and even the softness of her smooth, creamy stomach.

"You're doing such a good job," the woman purred, hands guiding a flexing, bouncing waist. She pulled and pushed without putting and visible strength in it, making it entirely clear that the blue-haired trainer was bouncing of her own accord. She slammed herself down happily, taking a cock into her body without a single care in the world - a perverse sight, but one that Hilda could not tear her eyes off of.

Her lips flapped behind her mouth as she stared, wide-eyed, at the lewdness. She could have left the room, but felt frozen to the spot. She couldn't move her eyes away as she stared at them having sex right there on the couch, practically in plain view of everything. There was no shame in it, and if they noticed anyone had walked in on them, they did not show it - or maybe, they simply did not care. They just over-eagerly went at it, hips rising and falling, crashing down with dull little thumps and then pulling up with sticky-wet pops of clear arousal.

Hilda flushed. She knew exactly who the two were, but her brain refused to acknowledge that she was staring at Dawn, the Top Coordinator of the Sinnoh Region, bouncing on the cock of the Sinnoh Champion Cynthia. She was flabbergasted; stunned. Her brain refused to process it, but there it was in all its lewd glory. A smooth, slender body, bouncing up and down with rapid, eager movements, matching the praiseful words spilling from pink lips; hair flopping in blue arcs while a small chest wobbled tantalizingly, almost beckoning to be touched.

"That's it, Dawn," Cynthia husked, not holding back one single inch. She groped her hips and cupped her flexing waistline, happy to touch and caress but allow Dawn to do all the work. "Move those hips just like that, babe."

Dawn cried out as she dropped down again and again, taking the dick into her of her own volition and desire. She threw herself onto it happily, though not quite whorishly; it was more as if she just loved how it felt, and was shameless in her pursuit of pleasure for it. She gasped and moaned as her waist flexed and her hips rose in high, almost dizzying arcs, showing off the flexibility of her slender body and the relish she showed for the fucking. Without a care, she threw herself down and down, fucking herself onto the engorged slab of a cock again and again and again.

Dawn bounced in Cynthia's lap, taking her cock at her urging. It was not as if the urgings were necessary, and the words only served to heighten the lewdness of the situation - a lewdness that Hilda could not physically look away from. She was totally spellbound as the two important girls went at it, and her legs began to fidget as stared at the wildly-riding Dawn - bounce after bounce, drop after drop, sinking the dick into the presumably lush tightness of her cunt. Hilda bit her lip to watch it all, not sure why the perverse sight fascinated or why she could not tear her eyes off of it.

Breaths mingled and thickened as the two hotly went at it, but Dawn could see how close it was to the finish line. She'd intruded on the tail-end of it, and there was no holding back from there. It was just wild bouncing and over-eager movements, combined with breathy sighs of pleasure and delight. It was all so thick it filled the air and her ears, and above all, she just could not tear her eyes away from it. She watched every bounce and ripple and flop, and stared as Dawn, moaning hoarsely, slammed herself down hard.

"Yes,' she moaned incessantly, "yes, yes, yes -"

She threw herself down, and that was that. Hilda was left to listen and watch as the two came in tandem - or so she assumed, because the wetness of churning juices was replaced with slurping release. The blue-haired girl might have been taking an unprotected load inside of her right then and there, and it made her swallow thickly. She had no idea why, but the thought stuck fast in her mind and refused to leave; some part of her wondering what it was that made a girl like that ride a woman like that with such vigour.

Then it was done, and the two were sharing a kiss. Hilda felt like an awkward mess for standing there and watching it, but she couldn't peel herself away from the wall. She almost wanted to melt into it - or maybe push her hand down between her legs and under her tiny short-shorts, she was not sure which. Running her tongue over her lips, she swallowed hard and tried to shuffle, seeking to do something - anything - into the full on sex-act she had walked in on.

"Don't leave," the voice of Cynthia called out, and Hilda froze like a Zebra in headlights. "In fact, why don't you come in?"

"S-sorry!" Hilda gushed profusely, head dipping in apology. "I didn't mean to walk in on you two! I was just - then I was - and like - you know - I kinda just - uh - yeah -"

"Come, please," Cynthia drawled out, her voice low and reassuring; like an older sister, in a way. Hilda, shuffling awkwardly, moved toward the couches, and took in the full nudity of the two women: one all smooth curvature and the other all soft-look skin, one mature and beautiful and the other fresh-faced and cute. Though Dawn sent her a brilliant smile, the nervous Hilda didn't feel it. "Take a seat."

"Yes, Ma'am," Hilda squeaked. She dropped down on one of the small one-seater sofas and pressed her thighs closely together, as if to ensure that she remained modest. At the same time, Dawn casually slipped off of Cynthia's lap and rolled off to the side.

Hilda's eyes went wide, and her cheeks went red. She'd seen the cock in the midst of the messy riding, but it was only then that she actually saw its full size and scope; she felt faint for it. It was a big one for sure, a good slab of a cock some eight inches long - if not more -and considerably girthy, despite the slender, feminine shape of it. It was no unsightly thing lodged between her legs, but a proud, towering spear that looked like it had countless conquests behind it - and the most recent one happily leaned over to wrap her lips around its cum-stained haft and begin to polish it.

"Good girl," Cynthia purred reassuringly, and Dawn let out a happy little yelp as she quickly tugged it up and started to suckle upon its thickness. She moved across it at a brisk speed, clearly not going for a blowjob and very simply working toward a quick cleaning-session that saw thick white replaced with slick saliva. "Now... You're Hilda, aren't you?"

"Y-yes!" Hilda squeaked, back straight and at attention. She felt totally awkward, what with her being dressed in a tank-top and jean-shorts while Cynthia sat there naked in all her lush, womanly glory. Full breasts of a not-inconsiderable size, a smooth waistline, and nice hips - and then the large, thick dick. "Uhm... You know me?"

"After your exploits? Why wouldn't I?" Cynthia's voice was a musical chuckle. Her hand swept back to tuck aside hair that remained picture-perfect, and her black-and-yellow hair clips - or some sophisticated wireless something-or-others - bounced alongside her head. "I'm very familiar with all the best trainers, Hilda."

"Oh. Thank you." Hilda shuffled, unsure of what to say. "That's... neat."

Cynthia smiled. "Allow me to properly introduce myself: I'm Cynthia, Champion of the Sinnoh Pokemon league."

"Oh, yeah, I know," Hilda stammered half-awkwardly, tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Of course, who wouldn't know you?"

Cynthia offered another smile, but it was the girl at her side who spoke in a cute, bubbly tone of voice. "I'm Dawn, Top Coordinator for Sinnoh!"

"H-Hi," Hilda squeaked, almost too nervous to spare a handwave. It really did not help that they were still very much nude and absolutely shameless in it, making not a single effort to cover up at all. She did not understand how they were so comfortable with it, and just bit her lip nervously.

Cynthia looked on with faint amusement, and huffed gently at the expression on Hilda's face. "I imagine this looks quite odd to you, no?"

"N-nope!" She said quickly, trying not to sound awkward. "You guys are adults and can totally do whatever you want in your own house sorry for interrupting!"

The blonde blinked while Dawn giggled. Inclining her head, she offered her a smile. "Technically speaking, this is Caitlin's house; of Unova's Elite Four."

"Oh." Hilda's mind conjured the memory of small, slender, and svelte, then blushed. "Oh."

"She allows me to use it," Cynthia said very simply. "I travel a great deal, and such. It's also a rather convenient location for get-togethers -" she snickered and lifted her hand in a wave "-such as this one."

Hilda blinked a few more times than was necessary. "Uhm… right."

"Get-togethers between top trainers and coordinators, you see," Cynthia told her, one arm gently, easily trapping across Dawn's shoulders to pull her into a lazy side-hug. She made it seem casual, and the bluenette melted into it like the happiest girl in the world.

Hilda's mouth felt dry.

"In the last few years, I've really… hit it off with a number of young Champions and, how do you say, other top trainers," Cynthia explained gently. "All at my level, of course."

"Of course," Hilda said with a gentle squeak. "You're definitely up there, Cham - Ms?, uh - Cynthia."

Cynthia chuckled. "You're adorable."

Hilda flushed.

"What I'm saying is, I've been connecting with all these high level trainers, coordinators, and Champions; you've heard of some, like Elite Four Caitlin, or perhaps… Top Coordinator May? Champion Lyra?"

Hilda nodded.

"People like them," Cynthia said calmly. "I've been connecting and networking in all the contests and battles around the world. They all just seem to… fall into my lap, if you catch my drift."

Hilda nodded, her ponytail bouncing a little awkwardly. "I… Uhm, think so."

Cynthia grinned reassuringly. "You can consider it a sort of club of mine - something I manage. A Club for Champions; and their like, naturally. A place for people to connect, learn, and understand from one another… all guided by me, of course. A sort of sisterhood, one might say; with a few benefits sprinkled in, of course."

Hilda swallowed hard. "S-so.. a club where you… help a bunch of top-level trainers… connect?"

"That's right," Cynthia purred, and offered a wink. "With some other benefits on the side."

Hilda looked at Cynthia. She looked at Dawn. She looked back at the Champion, then back at the Top Coordinator. She saw their naked bodies, tried not to focus on tits or cock or anything of the sort, and just swallowed thickly as she nodded slowly. It did not take much effort to guess that 'Champion Club' meant 'Get Fucked Silly By Cynthia' club, not if what she saw happening between the two of them and the insinuations of her words meant what she thought they meant.

Champions, top level trainers, and coordinators, all under the wing of someone as famous and prestigious as Cynthia, getting her tutelage and the ability to connect with others - presumably also then taking her shaft in the process, as Dawn so evidently did. She laughed a little hesitantly at that realization, and just how casually the blonde said it. She did not appear to be bothered in to the slightest to admit such a thing to a stranger, and seemed only all too smug to declare the lewd exchange ring she'd set up.

"I see," she said thickly, trying to put her best foot forward and not put it in her mouth. "Well, uhm, that sounds really - really neat…"

"You think so?" Cynthia hummed, and Dawn beamed at her.

"Yeah?"

Cynthia closed her eyes, looked down, and exhaled with amusement. Eyes flicked up in the next moment as she flicked hair behind her shoulder, and she stared at her very firmly. "Maybe I should be clearer. What I'm saying is, I think you're at that level, Hilda. I very much believe you have what it takes to be part of my Champion's Club."

Hilda blinked. "Huh?"

"I think you walking in on us is fortuitous," she explained. "I've heard quite a bit about you, Hilda. You've done some good work around here, and I'm sure you have a great deal to offer my other friends - and they have things that would benefit you, too."

"I'm - I'm sorry," Hilda stammered, "But, what? I'm not, uhm… I haven't done anything?"

"Beating Team Plasma is no easy thing!" Dawn chimed in, a bright smile on her lips.

"Didn't you do something similar?" Hilda pointed out, to which Dawn shrugged - and tried not to stare at her gently bobbing breasts.

"Yeah, and know I'm a Top Coordinator for Sinnoh!"

Hilda bit her lip. "I didn't even beat Adler, though."

Cynthia waved her hand. "And I'm sure you will at some point; that's not really a concern for me. Many an Ace don't even reach the Pokemon League, so you've done more than your fair share of hard work. I think you'd be a wonderful addition to my Club, Hilda, and I mean that truly."

She swallowed hard as she looked between them. "The club where you… uhm… have benefits."

Cynthia flashed both rows of teeth. "Precisely."

Hilda flushed and brushed at her face awkwardly. "Uhm…"

"Maybe I should elaborate a bit more," Cynthia laughed, "as I am springing this on you rather quickly. See, being a member of my Club offers tutelage from some of the best trainers from around the world, even if I do say so myself. I, personally, help everyone stay on top of practices and up-to-date strategization, amongst some more personal things like combo training and combat intelligence." She winked. "I do have quite the network to inform one about their opponents."

Hilda bit her lip.

"It's, naturally, more than just technical detailing or practice battles. I travel the world… a lot. Quite a bit of a lot. I enjoy taking my friends out to see exotic locations with me - all on my bankroll, naturally." Cynthia waved her hand. "Much like this, I have many nice places across the many Regions, and so there is always a gentle little spot to vacation in."

Hilda just stared.

"Consider it a… free pass to some elegant vacation homes across the globe," Cynthia said gently, softly, and with amusement. "Places to rest, train, and learn from the best. You'll have every contact I have, every person I know, all the best advice and all the best rivals from the top pool of trainers around the world."

"W-with all due respect," Hilda stammered, "I'm not really part of that number. And I'm not really sure I should be sitting here after walking in on you two."

"You're part of that number because I say you are," Cynthia said flatly, and there was a reassurance in the tone of her voice that was almost overwhelming. "Because I believe you are; and you're sitting here because it's the perfect time for us to get to know one another."

Teeth flashed again. "Should you wish it, naturally."

Hilda swallowed hard. "Uhm… I mean… That's really kind of you to say…"

Dawn smiled at her.

"...And the offer is really… really generous," she said, and said so earnestly. "It might even be enough for me to beat Adler, huh?"

Cynthia calmly shrugged. "I think so. What you do with what you learn would be entirely up to you; but that is the kind of service the Club provides. A place for Champions, whether they be so in technicality or otherwise. No fee, no payment, just some good-natured reciprocation."

Hilda licked her lips slowly. "Reciprocation…Training and stuff?"

"Amongst other things," Cynthia drawled.

"Physical things?"

Cynthia stroked Dawn's shoulder. "Intimately so."

"Is it…" Hilda mused on her words. "Is it a requirement,, that sort of thing...?"

Dawn giggled, and she decided to respond. "In a way. It's definitely a fun requirement, though."

Hilda licked her lips again. Her mouth felt dry, and staring at both Cynthia and Dawn was making her throat tighten up. "I see. I, uhm…"

She trailed off. She was only hesitant because of what she saw, but otherwise, what Cynthia said was… rather nice, actually. Certainly, the perks of such a 'Club' was good, a nice way for her to expand her skills and expertise with the best of the best. In all honesty, just a week to drink from the wellspring of Cynthia's knowledge alone would make her a considerably better trainer than she was. If Cynthia wanted a little bit of skin action in exchange for that - or if she felt like building a Club to surround herself with women in a little harem of her own devising - that was perfectly acceptable, the brunette found.

"Sure," she said at length, her voice a tiny bit quiet.

"Sure?" Cynthia rumbled amusedly.

"Yes?" Dawn piped up.

"Sure," Hilda settled for. "I think joining your Club would be nice. I think. Yeah."

Cynthia flashed a broad grin. "I am so very pleased to hear that, Hilda. Very pleased."

Her eyes scanned Hilda up and down, and the brunette shuffled shyly. Her gaze was not innocent in any single way, and it was clear what she was doing as she eyed up the curve of her waist, the size of her chest, and the expanse of her bared thighs - toned from traveling Unova, but still nice and soft-looking.

"Why don't you stand up for me?" Cynthia suggested purringly. "Come right over here."

Oh gosh, Hilda thought but, biting her lip, she did just that. She rose and padded over with a meekness thermally confident girl did not feel. It was simply that she had never been in such a position before, with a great offer people would dream of there on the table for the taking - along with a slice of dick that was genuinely incredible.

Cynthia rose partway to meet her. There was nothing but a smooth hum on her lips as she moved in, and hands deftly set themselves on her hips. She squeezed gently as she stared down at her, using every inch of her tall, womanly height to her advantage. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and enough for Hilda to be taken back.

"You are very pretty," Cynthia told her matter of factly. Hands squeezed at her hips before roving along her waistline, gently, easily pulling across the modest contours to feel her out. Hilda squeaked at the touch, but she did not do anything else as the blonde felt up the curving flanks of her frame before slowly, gently falling down, running fingers along the pale slip of skin where shirt met pants. "I'm extremely partial to pretty girls, as luck would have it."

She pulled on her shirt casually, tugging it up across her smooth, gently lean stomach, and let fingers slip across the skin as she moved. Hilda's breath hiked at the touch, and shit bit her lip as Cynthia pulled her shirt up and over the modest swell of her chest. It went further still, rising up over her head, and arms willingly went with it to leave her torso mostly bare. A sports bra guarded her modesty, but that did not last long; not with the blonde there.

"Nice," Cynthia drawled, the flats of her palms rubbing across a flat stomach. She moved up to her chest and worked at her bra, and almost laughably quickly had it taken off. Hilda's face went red, but there was nothing to be done as the Champion cupped both modest mounds with her hands and offered a soft squeeze. It was not particularly hard at all, but that did not stop the brunette from gasping just a bit at the foreign touch. "Hm… nice and soft, Hilda. Very nice."

Her hands calmly, easily swept down, as if she was in charge of some sultry examination. Though Hilda flushed, Cynthia appeared unbothered as she felt her up with her silky hands, moving them down along her flared waist length as if to map it out. Her touch was careful and yet probing, indicating that she had perfected how to touch a timid girl years before -and had not lost her delight in it. She moved, cupping and caressing with the promise of more, before hooking fingers into the waistband of short-shorts.

"I have to say, I do love these little shorts you have on," Cynthia laughed gently. Then, as if sensing Dawn's pout, added, "almost as much as short skirts."

"W-Well, they are my thing," she replied, trying and failing to muster up some sort of bravado. She did not know why she could face down an evil team and not the hung Cynthia, but it was a problem.

"Trust me, I am very glad," Cynthia purred. She squeezed her hips as she pulled tight, clinging fabric down, making short work of her clothing. "You have such squeezable hips, Hilda, has anyone ever told you that?"

"N-no," she stammered, brain struck with disbelief that it was happening - that any of it was happening. She was in a totally surreal situation, and Cynthia treated it as if it was entirely normal as she peeled down her short-shorts and hooked fingers into underwear. She knew what to do and how to do it, and effortlessly stripped her down.

"They should," the blonde said, arms wrapping around her. She leaned in and smirked down against her as she caressed her skin, showing a considerable amount of care in it. "Such nice, soft skin…"

She rubbed her from top to bottom, stroking her bare body inside the seal of her arms. She was calm and soothing, but firm and reassuring. It did feel rather good, Hilda had to admit that, but it did not stop her breath from hiking up as she was touched by someone who was, essentially, a stranger. She bit her lip and fidgeted awkwardly as she was just casually felt up just like that, while Dawn offered reassuring smiles from nearby.

"You look super hot," Dawn supplied, but Hilda was too nervous to concentrate. She felt so strange in the situation she was in, like a tightly-wound instrument. She did not really know what she was doing or properly understood it, and just fidgeted as Cynthia tugged off her cap and pulled her hair through it - then ran hands down her back, cupping it and caressing it.

"So nice…" Cynthia purred, hands drifting down to cup her ass. A squeak was drawn from her lips as the blonde squeezed her backside all at once, pushing fingers into the large, doughy mound, and sinking palms into the perfectly lush slopes. "...And this ass…"

She squeezed it gently but firmly, kneading it with soft yet skilled presses, and Hilda could only flush. It happened before, sure, but always on her own terms and not in such a strangely surreal situation as the one she was in. The way that Cynthia did it so casually was off-putting, but there was no denying that it felt nice to have someone that knew how to touch just groping the perfect hemispheres of her ass, cupping them in her silky palms and pushing the flesh down with firm movements. The skin dipped and bent around her hands, squishing down at the modest applications of pressure, and Hilda squeaked.

"So very nice," Cynthia finished, a grin on her lips.

She squeezed down, firmly kneading the soft, doughy mass of her ass. She showed not an ounce of shame in it, and just did it. Hands touched and fingers groped as she played with the softness of her rear, and drew out squeaking breaths from Hilda - spurred on by the touch and motivated by the sheer oddity of the situation she found herself in. It was all so strange, yet Cynthia handled it like second nature. She did not treat it as awkward, and did not give any insinuation that it was. She was smooth, self-assured, and confident.

"Beautiful," Cynthia told her, hand rising to brush at her brown hair. Then, a moment later, she flashed a rakish grin. "Let's get you on the couch."

"Already?" She asked thickly, looking between Cynthia's beautiful face and Dawn's smiling cuteness. "U-uh -"

"I'm going to get you nice and ready, cutie," Cynthia purred in assurance, and Hilda found herself helpless against it. She shuddered as she was brought forward by a clever hand and a smooth touch, and she only squealed as Dawn reached out to help her. Urged down, Hilda sat herself down at the end of the couch, back curved against the rest. She had no idea what was happening at all, and especially not when Cynthia laid herself out on her side in front of her; sprawled out like a woman getting a portrait taken, her breasts gently sloping off to the sides and her cock flopping free.

"W-what...?" Hilda prompted, but Cynthia only chuckled softly in assurance as she took hold of lean thighs and gently parted them. She leaned in, face hovering, and lowered herself between the crook of her thighs. Hilda's eyes went wide in realization for what Cynthia was about to do, and her face flushed through with heat at the unexpectedness of it; but the blonde did not make a single noise as she moved and did not shy back.

She leaned in, and a hot breath washed against her core. She shuddered and bit her lip, fidgeting awkwardly at something she did not expect whatsoever. Cynthia, purring, leaned in closer, lips ghosting over the length of her core, and she bit her lip harder at the hovering contact. Eyes roved left and right as she stared at Cynthia's reclining body and Dawn behind with her cute face appearing inquisitive. She had no idea what to do at all, and there was nothing she could do as her mouth finally, blessedly pressed down against her in a light, gentle kiss.

"Oh," Hilda huffed, her breath misting out before her gently. A weak flutter rushed through her as Cynthia so deftly kissed down and gently pressed into her, tenderly rubbing against her slit. She moved up with a soft press, then another, her mouth touching oh-so-gently and with remarkable finesse. She rubbed across her core without hesitation, and washed over it with a warm puff of air.

Her face nuzzled in closely, but she did not press against her all that much as her mouth started up its lewd work. Hilda remained entirely in shock as the blonde went down on her so suddenly, her lips closing around a soft fold and plucking gently; then kissing up from there, running over the whiteness of skin and the pinkness of inner flesh, caressing with loving softness. She smoothly, easily rose, plucking at vivid pink and applying gentle pressure with her touches; each one like fire, each one skilled.

She knew what she was doing, clearly. It was not some awkward thing, but something Cynthia did a lot - clearly did a lot. There was no way to put it other than that, and she bit her lip nice and hard to feel a hot, eager mouth kissing down across her folds, sensitively at first, only showing off the range of motion of her mouth before continuing on. Each touch was soft and yet firm, displaying a perfect economy of motion that was dizzying to feel. Hilda enjoyed it a fair bit more than she expected, but even that alone was enough to make her squeak in shock.

"Isn't she great?" Dawn supplied, her body almost hovering over Cynthia's. their skin rubbed as if to give her a massage like that, but it was hard to tell if the blonde noticed it at all. "SHe's so awesome."

Hilda's reply was a squeak. She could offer nothing more when Cynthia oh-so-deftly pressed her lips against her clit and suckled gently upon it, treating it as one would a lollipop. Her body flushed with heat as her throat clenched down, and her body instinctively wanted to buck. It was strange how the touch could elicit such a reaction, but there was no denying it - or denying how skilled Cynthia was at it. The brunette watched her face, saw the concentration etched there, and knew she was in for a ride.

"She's good at it, trust me," Dawn assured her, but even as she said the words Cynthia began to move. Her lips plucked at her soft folds and then tugged gently with her hot mouth, running along the s=vivid pink to tease and tickle. She ghosted over the flushed length of her slit to bathe it in gentle heat, and as they shuddered in anticipation she pressed down firmly. She suckled upon the tender lips with the lustful attention of her mouth, and used just the right amount of pressure to make her squeak.

Hilda allowed her head to roll back as Cynthia kissed her clit with shocking skill, teasing at the fleshy nub in a way she had never felt before. Her hips wanted to buck, and she fought the reaction down before it got more intense - and then it got more intense regardless when Cynthia's tongue finally unfolded from her mouth to move down in a long, eager lick, dragging across the length of her fluttering pussy to caress it. Saliva was applied to add to the wetness, and she felt the contrast of hot and cold much more pronounced after that - but did not mind it one bit.

"This is hot," Dawn continued, and Hilda groaned.

It felt nice, how Cynthia was moving her mouth. She kissed down, but then re-adjusted to suckle upon the length of her sodden slit with ease. She kissed at soft folds again, the dragged her tongue up and along it in a long, lavish lick, touching as much as she could in full. Dragging backward, she moved along with a darting flick, smoothly tickling the vivid pink of her partner's lower lips. The tongue rose up to her clit, swirled around the fleshy good, then down again, running along the inner lining of her pussy with a dexterous sweep.

"But, as much as I like to watch," Dawn purred suggestively," I gotta get in on this."

She slipped off the side of the couch as Cynthia started to trace patterns onto the flesh of her inner pussy, and the girl with hair so black it looked blue knelt there. Without hesitation and without asking for permission she grabbed hold of her heavy cock, and Hilda stared as the girl unabashedly swept her mouth over the thick, bulbous tip. It was an easy, second-nature movement for her, as if she was well-accustomed to doing such lewdness while Cynthia performed for another.

Hilda's eyes were wide with shock as she had the blonde woman trace patterns into her snatch with her tongue, marking out letters and numbers and other indefinable things, while at the same time Dawn hurried herself with her cock. She buried an inch into her mouth, then popped back, re-adjusted, swiped hair behind her ear, and went back down upon it. Her lips wrapped smoothly around the bulbous tip and suckled upon it, drawing out a series of smooth, wet noises from her mouth. A soft squeak left her to watch a jaw stretch and cheeks swelled, and she noticed just how impassive Cynthia was about it.

Clearly, she'd gone through it many times before. She surely enjoyed it, but she did not mark it as she gave Hilda her full attention - and what attention it was, the girl mused. Her soft tongue curled into her with flexible skill and drew out moans from her lips with marvellous ease, and her mouth suckled down at choice points to tease at her folds. She knew exactly where to set her lips and were to curl her tongue, and did so with such perfection that Hilda continued to moan and squeak. Granted, few went down at her at all, but Cynthia had perfected her technique - lewd though it was.

Naturally, Hilda could do nothing more than squeak. With her face red, flushed, and her lips parted, she let out sloppy little moans while Cynthia actively, eagerly worked at her sodden slit. She held nothing back as she all but attacked it, her tongue flicking up and down in quick laps. It swiped along, the flat of it running across the length of her, then dug in with the same dexterous curls and flexes that had her seeing stars. She did not understand how she could move so well or so eagerly, but she managed it easily.

"O-oh," she moaned out, "O-oh, w-wow…"

She moaned again as Cynthia ate her out, going at her core with her wet tongue. She lapped and flicked in a thorough oral-session that seemed designed to prepare a girl for sex, and it worked wonders. Somehow, she managed it through it all with her cock being sucked upon so eagerly by Dawn, who fervently tugged upon the thick rod of a shaft with her tight lips. One hand worked at the hardness while the other ran between her thighs and gently stroked, pleasuring herself as she pleased Cynthia in turn.

Sloppy sounds echoed out as she sucked upon her dick, lovingly worshipping it with her hot lips. Her head pulled and pushed, rising up and drawing backward with wet noises and then moving right back down with a series of sticky pops. Her cheeks swelled out with each downward push and hollowed out with each backward draw, showing the depth and range of motion. Skill and familiarity was evident in the drop and push of her dark head of hair, and the way she simply went at the cock was eye-opening for Hilda.

Dawn slurped on hard cockmeat while Cynthia slurped on her core, just as messy as the younger trainer was. She handled it all easily, absorbing the pleasure of the blowjob while offering up the hot attention of her mouth, and it drove Hilda wild. She'd never experienced something like it before, and she had no idea what to do but twist and buck her pelvis as she was ravenously, effortlessly eaten out by such a gorgeous, important Champion. Her tongue slipped and slid, curving into the lush spots of her cunt and down around sensitive spots she did not know she had, and curled without difficulty time and time again.

Patterns were traced and drawn into the flushed skin, and juices were slurped up by a lapping tongue. It circled and flicked at her clit before lips closed around it to suckle, drawing out squeaking whines from Hilda's mouth. Her spine tingled and shoulders rolled as it all went on, and on, and on, and she could not decide what to do with her hands through it all. She did not know if she should grab hold of the couch, or of her tits, or Cynthia's head itself and push her straight down between her legs, and indecision was rife inside of her as it just kept going.

Through it, Dawn slurped and suckled upon her hard cock, taking it up between her lips and going at it enthusiastically. There was no need to fluff Cynthia up, but that seemed to be what she was doing as her head descended again and again in loving, messy arcs, filling the room with the wet sounds of churning saliva and heady suckling. The girl held nothing back as she sucked on the meaty pillar, and simply bathed it all in hot layers of drool that visibly glistened along its pale length.

Her head moved backward and forward again and again in sloppy, heady arcs of motion, fluffing up the already-hard dick, all while Cynthia lavished her cunt with attention. She wet it with her hot tongue and skilled lips, and it built a heat inside of Hilda that could not be contained. It felt like a fire had been lit in her core, and she groaned and whined as it rocked through her. Insides twisted and clenched powerfully at the strong sensations sent rolling through her, and they began to drizzle wetness of their own accord. Not particularly thickly, but the blonde lapped them up and pressed in all the harder still.

Hilda whined. She did so with increasing fervency as Cynthia ate her out, mouth going down on her with clear relish. She pulled and twisted and suckled with skill, treating her pussy to a bath of attention she had never felt before, all while her own cock was sucked upon by the eager Dawn. It was a surreal three-way in which she was entirely overwhelmed, as if she'd been thrown into a Pokemon battle with two people that had more experience, more skill, and a type-match over her.

Head over heels, well and truly. She liked it. She enjoyed the way that the tongue flicked and licked, making her feel better and better with each passing moment. She liked it as much as watching Dawn go down on Cynthia's cock in a smooth, lustful blowjob, slurping upon it with lust. The fire in her core built up more and more until she was a moaning, mewling mess, her head twisting and turning and her body fidgeting as she was eaten out so intensely. It was not something she knew how to handle or how to bear, and she simply could not.

Cynthia must have sensed it, too. She lapped at the drizzling fluids before pulling back with an eager smile and an amused smirk, then, eyes flashing, pushed herself up. At the same time, Dawn popped off her dick with a wet noise and a lolling of her tongue. She kissed at the head lovingly before pumping the rod twice, then letting go to allow the Champion to move unimpeded.

"There you go!" Dawn chirped brightly and earnestly, eyes shining with sexual arousal. "Wanted to make sure you're nice and ready to give Hilda all you've got!"

"Thank you, dear," Cynthia purred, a laugh buried in her words. Her hands drifted up to clasp around her waistline, and the brunette was tugged down along the couch until she was mostly flat on her back and entirely beneath the proud, hung blonde. A pillow was pushed under her head by Dawn, and thighs were smoothly spread by the older woman. "Hear that, Hilda? It's time for the main event."

Hilda, panting with heat and lust, stared up at Cynthia like a mewling girl on her first time. She had no idea what to do or what to say, and just gasped throatily as Cynthia set herself over her so easily and spread her thighs so skillfully. She bit her lip and squeaked as the woman aligned herself with such skill, her cock brushing up on her inner thigh with such intensity that it made her eyes flinch - and then shuddering as Dawn reached forward to grab the dick and align it, as if she longed to see the Champion in motion.

"I'm going to make you feel good," the woman promised, her hips arching as the hand brought her dick down and into line with her snatch. "And you'll see why being a member of my Club has multiple benefits."

Hilda had no idea what to say or do, and so settled for just staring wide-eyed as the blonde settled in against her oh-so-smoothly. The head of her cock grazed her sodden, well-prepared folds, and a gasp left her lips at the powerful touch; her insides already shuddering with anticipation for the cock, waiting for the promise of more. She bit down on her lip as the head squished against her, pushing on into the pinkness of her inner lips, parting the slick membranes around her with slick ease.

"I'm going to make you feel wonderful, Hilda," Cynthia promised her, "and don't worry; I'll give that amazing ass of yours its proper appreciation later."

Hilda shuddered. There was nothing more she could do as the dick sank down, pressing in against her sodden core with pressure. She squeaked out as Cynthia's broad hips descended, her shaft guided into place by Dawn, and sank into her without a single hint of reluctance; showing her raw eagerness for what she was doing in a perfect flexing of her waistline and a tugging of her perfectly flat stomach. The bulbous crown was slick, and with her snatch being thoroughly prepared, it took barely an ounce of pressure for her to find her entry - and she made good use of it.

Swiveling, her hips pushed and guided her shaft into her. She very smoothly sank it down, pushing through her outer lips and down into the pinkness of her snatch with practiced ease, not even pausing to adjust herself. It was a simple swing and an easy pushing, and her thick dick sank into the tightness of her tunnel to fill her up right then and there. Surreal and shocking though it was, there was no denying there was something intrinsically hot about the situation - and Hilda found herself rather enjoying it as she started to moan.

Cynthia only hummed as she sent her dick sliding down, pushing her into her at a smooth, deft pace, dragging her bulk against the softness of her inner cunt and pushing walls out around her smooth shaft. Hips swung forward and sent her dick pushing in deeper, sliding through the flushed pink to jam her dick in deeply. She did not need the guiding hand of Dawn to do it, though it remained there as if it just wanted to touch her. Her own hands, however, held firm around her hips, keeping her steady as she worked herself inside.

"You feel just wonderful," she purred, her cock sinking down with an easy, simple push of her, stretching walls out with slick ease. She made it seem like it was the easiest thing in the world for her, and with Hilda's cunt so well-prepared by her tongue, it took no difficulty for her to peel apart her tight inner walls. "I'm going to enjoy stretching you out, Hilda."

Down her hips went, pushing into her slick pussy, piercing aside her sodden walls and pushing them all out around her thick, bludgeoning girth. She wasn't so big as to make her eyes wince and water, but certainly large enough for her insides to feel comfortably full in just a few scant moments of pushing. She eased her way inside, hips pushing, diving down to bury more of her dick into the smoothness of her snatch.

Hilda groaned aloud as the cock sank into her, her mind whirling at the pressure that came with something so big inside of her. Her hips bucked as the shaft jammed into her at a smooth, downward roll, piercing through the length of her tunnel and jamming inch after throbbing inch into her sodden walls. Juices squished against her and bubbled out from her over-strained cunt lips, and the extra wetness made it all the easier for Cynthia to push herself down and fill her right up to the very brim with dense dickmeat.

"Oh," Hilda moaned out, her hands whipping above her head to grab the arm-rest of the couch for some sort of security. "Gosh - gosh, you're big."

"I know," Cynthia hummed, hips pushing down to pierce through her clinging tightness. Inch by inch, she stretched it out like a toy, jamming herself into the squishiness of her walls and sending juices bubbling out around her. She filled her up oh-so-easily, and Hilda felt her entire world being rocked silly.

Cynthia made it all seem easy as she sank down into the tightness of her snatch, piercing through the lush pink of her pussy and down into the very base. She fitted each meaty inch of herself with that simple act of penetration, jamming the silky pussy up to the brim with dense cockmeat, and then rolling her hips there in a truly eye-watering sweep. Hilda gasped and rocked her pelvis as pleasant strain filled up her inner walls, and she bit down on her lip a moment later as a groan rose up in her throat.

"That's it," Cynthia chuckled into her face. "Let me make you feel nice and good…"

"Yeah," Dawn agreed, "let her."

"D-damn!" Hilda whined, breath ghosting out from between her lips as the fat cock stretched her out so considerably. The strain built up inside of her as hips rolled and the thick dick ground against her insides, stretching them out with little pops and sticky squelches of effort. "W-wow - wow -!"

Dawn leaned over her and quickly set her mouth down upon the softness of her breast, and Hilda groaned even more hotly as lips wrapped around her nipple and tugged gently. Squeaking, the girl couldn't do much more than clench her fingers down around the arm rest of the couch and buck her hips as the matchless blonde pulled back, dick dragging, and worked at the fluttering length of her snatch as if it was a toy. She pulled away, swinging backward, and worked her cock in retreat just as thoroughly as she had in penetration.

"You two look beautiful like that," Cynthia drawled out, but as Hilda moaned, Dawn only slurped on her nipple with vigour. She wanted something to do, and clearly decided that playing with her tits was that thing - while the blonde rolled her hips, drawing the head back to nestle amidst her tight folds, and then jammed it right back down with an easy sweep born from years of experience.

Hilda moaned again as it was sent sinking down into her tight cunt, piercing through her with ease. It felt shockingly good, and her wet, well-prepared cunt positively shivered for the blonde's lustful attention. She was shocked to find how eager her insides were for it, but they wrapped securely around the shaft as it powered on through with an easy sweep of her hips and a push of her waistline, and kept it all firmly embraced as it sank down. Inch by inch, her cock filled her up, and bit by bit, it filled her with pleasure.

"Oh, gosh," she groaned, fingers clenching down. "So - so deep -"

Cynthia rolled her hips, grinding the dick along the length of her insides, then drawing back with a wet, sticky noises. The blonde hummed reassuringly as she pulled back, tugging her cock free with a slick, wet sound, and showed off the easy range of motion of her hips. She swept back, dragging her way out of her tightness, and smirked down at her; she cupped her waist firmly and held her steady as she pushed right back inside, jamming her thick cock right back inside.

Dawn suckled on her breast, pulling the nipple between her lips with passion. She gently tugged and suckled on it, treating it gently as she bathed it in heat. Her mouth got in close and wrapped it up in full, sending pinpricks of pleasure through Hilda as Cynthia fucked her way into her with a powerful movement. She jammed it into the inch through her silken tunnel, filling her right up without a second thought or a single moment of pause. She was a strong, powerful woman, clearly used to being on top even if she physically wasn't, and showed all of that in just a few moments of fucking.

Then the fucking really started, and Hilda was in bliss.

"You feel wonderful around my cock," she purred, her hips rolling as she tugged her thick, throbbing girlcock backward. Liquids slurped and bubbled out around her, and it made it easier for her to move herself with every drop of added wetness. "Absolutely delightful, Hilda."

Hands cupped her smooth waistline as her hips pushed and pulled, diving into the hotness of her cunt in broad, penetrating strokes. She fucked her way down to fill up her cleft with inches of dense cockmeat, then dragged herself back with a wet slurping of juices. Her broad hips moved deftly as she pulled her shaft free, then sent it thrusting right back inside with an even easier push that was positively eye-watering to feel. Hilda groaned as she felt it all push through her, and her waist bucked to try and match it.

"You're such a cute little thing," Cynthia purred, hips swinging. She pushed down firmly and speedily, fucking her with her long, thick cock, and made it entirely clear that she really knew how to use it. Skilled strokes drew out whines and hard pushes made Hilda gasp powerfully, and the squeezing of fingers into the couch made her hands ache. Toes curled as legs flexed around the broad hips pushing down again and again, driving inches of turgid dickmeat into her pussy and then back out again - fast, quick, and smooth.

Groaning, Hilda threw her brown head of hair back and let it loll against the arm rest as Cynthia fucked her with strong, thorough strokes, filling up her soft snatch with her thickness and pulling back to do it again and again and again. She gasped as the Champion's hips fucked into her with strong motions and leaned into her to better go at her pussy, sending her own generous breasts bouncing on her chest. They proudly bobbed up and down with each enthusiastic sweep of her hips, all adding up into an intense series of sensations that left her dizzy.

It only made it hotter as Dawn kept on going at her tits, suckling upon one with her hot mouth and groping the other with her clever hand. She squeezed one and sucked on the other, planting hot kisses along the gentle mound of white flesh as if to pull it all up and pepper it with wet marks. Fingers dug into the flesh of the other and squeezed strongly, but not hard enough to clench; just enough to properly knead the fluffy skin, treating it as a breast deserved to.

"Oh, fuck," Hilda squeaked out, eyes wincing. "W-wow, you guys - you - oh, holy smokes, Cynthia -"

"A Champion's cock is something else, I promise you," Cynthia laughed softly, not at all ashamed to laud in her own sexual superiority. Hilda could not say it wasn't hot, though, and she moaned readily as the dick hammered through her tight snatch. "And I love treating my Club to that…"

Her hips swung and fucked her thick shaft down again and again, driving into her soft, slender snatch with wet noises. She impaled her hot core with deep, penetrating strokes, hammering into the hotness of her cunt without pausing; pushing down into her dripping wet cunt and making sure to fill her all the way up. Her breasts bounced and her hair waved as she moved powerfully, blinding Hilda with the pleasure of a good, thorough fucking for the first time in her eighteen years of life.

Dawn peppered her chest with hot kisses, moving left and right with passion. She seemed like she just wanted to do something, and though she leaned over the couch to get to grips with her breasts, she did so happily. She kissed and suckled at them, pulling the skin softly between her lips and squeezing her soft breastflesh with her fingers, treating it all with lustful intensity. She moved along in time to Cynthia's deep thrusting, and the combined sensations drove Hilda wild.

"F-fuck," she whined, "Fuck - !"

She had no idea why it all felt so good, but her pussy was sopping wet and burning with arousal through the entire fucking. It felt good, and it might have been because of how amazingly skilled Cynthia was, but it didn't matter- not when pleasurable sensations filled her up with each stroke of her hips and push of her cock, which hammered away at her tight cunt again and again with pleasurable force. She whined and gasped as her insides were reamed out, and she bit her lip hard as Dawn enthusiastically suckled upon a stiff nipple.

They worked at her in tandem, though it did not seem intentional. It was simply an assault on her senses, and each drop of Cynthia's hips filled her with pleasure. She groaned happily as the dick thrust through her over and over again, grinding walls down flat against her thick rod and sending the length of her tunnel stretching out around her. Hips swung and pushed with force, fitting every last throbbing inch into her time and time again, and it left Hilda in all that it could fit inside.

"Holy - shit - Cynthia," she groaned out, head tilting against the couch. "You're so deep!"

Her hips rolled and stomach flexed, which was matched by the bouncing of her chest. Her cock thundered down in powerful, groan-inducing arcs, penetrating her soft quim and through the sodden petals of her snatch. Every inch of Hilda was filled as the woman above her hummed down and smirked, looking both like a soothing older sister and a confident sex-machine of a Champion who had been inside girls of her age and experience a dozen times before - and more.

"That's it, Hilda," she husked, "let me hear you moan."

Inches of smooth cockmeat retracted from her hot cunt, then pushed back down with a strong downward thrust. She pierced through the smoothness of her walls and down along the insides of her cunt with force, then rolled back with a smoothness that was intoxicating to feel. Hilda wined and shuddered as she was fucked so powerfully there on the couch, her body treated like nothing she'd ever felt before, and she gasped at the constant, heady rushes that filled her insides.

She gasped more and more frequently as Cynthia fucked her, her body taking unexpected pleasure out of it. She whined and bucked her hips as the hard shaft sank down with eye-watering skill and mouth-drooling sensation, rubbing up against all of her sweet spots as if Cynthia knew exactly where they were before rolling back deftly to do it all over again. She drove down into her slick embrace while Dawn went at her tits, showing her appreciation for them without a care in the world, and the gasps that left the brunette's lips became thicker.

"That's it," Cynthia purred, "that's it."

The spurring was unnecessary. Hilda gasped and spasmed from the pleasure, and it made her head feel increasingly dazed. Her body shuddered and bucked frantically against the thick rod as it plunged down and filled her with awe-inspiring sensation, and she moaned thickly to experience Cynthia's skill - and it kept on going, building a heat inside of her that was impossible to contain. It felt like an inferno that was stoked with each thrust of her long, turgid cock, and Hilda was in blissful awe.

She could not contain the pleasure that thickened inside of her, nor did she want to. She moaned and groaned, hips bucking rapidly, as her insides tightened up; as all of her tightened up, pleasure thick inside of her. Without thinking and without understanding it, she came around the thrusting pillar of cock hard. A powerful surge ran through her as her insides spasmed with need, and suddenly she was climaxing her brains out. Hard, intense rushes of pleasure filled her, running along the lines and contours of her shapely body. She gasped for air as pleasure soaked into her brain, and everything went white-hot and fuzzy as it overwhelmed her. She did not think she had ever felt such a thing before, and even in that singular moment along, where the delight of it hit her hard, she knew she wanted more.

Through her near-drunken stupor, the cock kept on thrusting. Cynthia murmured reassuring words that were lost in the sexual haze, and all she did was groan to each as the powerful sensations rolled on through. The dick rammed away at her soft snatch, fucking through her clenching, milking tunnel as if it was nothing at all, churning juices and battering aside the pinkness of her cunt. She fucked her through her orgasm with mouth-watering skill, and did not stop for beat after beat, thrust after thrust, push after push.

Not until Cynthia groaned out herself. "So hot and tight around me, Hilda. Oh, you feel amazing."

"Cum inside of her, Cynthia," Dawn urged gently, her head pulling back to stare up at the powerful blonde. "Give her a nice, hearty initiation, you know?"

"Would you like that, Hilda?" Cynthia asked her, voice rolling. "Me to fill you right up?"

"Y-yes!" Hilda groaned without hesitation, brain too addled for anything else. "Y-yes - !"

"Pleased to hear it," Cynthia husked, and that was that. She thrust through her cunt in a mind-addling stroke and drew out another blissful noise from her lips before stilling herself, and held there for a long moment where her cock did nothing but throb powerfully. Her breasts hung down just a touch thanks to gravity and hair flowed over her shoulder in a silky wave, all of which attracted Hilda.

She was quickly distracted as the woman offered a low groan, then shuddered there powerfully. Her cock throbbed once, and then everything was heat - hot, sticky ropes of seed flinging out from the bulbous crown to paint her pink tunnel in white, bathing it in a syrupy heat that was gasp-inducing. She almost cried out at that alone, and felt the powerful quiverings rock through her body. She shuddered and groaned as baby-batter swirled through her insides in a palpable flood, and was in immediate awe at just how thick it felt.

It was dense, and it was gooey. It felt like syrup as it gushed into her in hot white rivulets, pushing and swirling around to form dense pools that stained and clung to sections of her pussy. It was a load of cum worthy of a Champion, and Cynthia appeared perfectly content to empty out her balls into her hot snatch. No condom, no sense of protection, just her and her thick cock pumping out rope after rope of her thick seed into her body.

As Hilda moaned, Dawn sighed with appreciation. "Wow. This is always so hot to watch..."

"Be a good girl," Cynthia groaned out, "And you'll get another load for yourself, Dawn."

Dawn almost squeaked with joy as she watched it all unfold before her. She stared with wide eyes while Hilda's almost rolled up, and her entire body shuddered as cum gushed into her unprotected depths in a hot wave. It was an intense, powerful sensation, almost enough to draw out another climax from her - and it went on for several long seconds that could have blended into a minute, she did not know. All she did know was that, groaning and huffing, Cynthia pumped out all of her precious seed into her.

Slowly, the woman eased her way back, and gently, she cupped her face. She looked down into her dazed eyes and over her flushed face, then smiled gently- if somewhat smugly. "How was that, Hilda?"

Hilda huffed, wheezed, and groaned. "That... that was..."

She groaned, trying to steady her breathing and come off the thoroughly overwhelming high. She moaned and shivered there on the couch, feeling more well-fucked in one moment than she'd felt in her entire life, and mewled for it. She did not think she could be fucked so hard and yet so smoothly, or that anyone could move their hips beyond rutting pushes, but it happened so easily it shocked her. She liked it, too. It felt good.

She swallowed hard. "That was amazing, Cynthia."

Cynthia smiled as her cock popped out of her body, drawing out a weak shudder. "Glad to hear it. I love to make sure my Girls are all well taken care of."

It really was a 'get fucked silly by Cynthia' club, Hilda could see that. The woman was too damned good at sex, and clearly happy to be getting laid again. Honestly, though, the brunette could not see a problem with it. She was goo,d, and Hilda's mind was blown from the fucking. It had been relatively simple, too, and she was left wondering with a salivating mouth what else she could do with her body - and how good it would feel.

"I can see why," Hilda chuckled - or, at least, tried, for her voice was as weak as her shuddering body. "That was... that was good. Really good." She ran her tongue over her lips. "With skills like that, you probably have a really big club..."

Cynthia winked as Dawn laughed. "You'll meet all of them, I'm sure. You're going to be a welcome addition, Hilda - and that was just a promise of what's to come."

As she spoke, Dawn crept up and draped herself over her spine demandingly; reminding her of her presence in a physical way that was all sliding skin and squishing breasts. Laughing amusedly, the blonde shook her impressive hair, ruffled her bangs, and sat up straight. Dawn settled against her and pushed her chin into the crook of her neck as she waited like a perfect concubine, and Hilda stared.

"And speaking of..." Cynthia licked her lips. "Would you like me to clean you up while Dawn gets her ride?"

"You're... You're still...?" Hilda looked down, and realized that Dawn was very much still hard and very much still ready to fuck. Cum dripped from her cock and spattered the couch, but it seemed unimportant to her - she had one thing on her mind. "Oh..."

"Oh, she can go for hours," Dawn told her, happily tugging on Cynthia. The blonde huffed as she spun around and started to lay back on the couch, almost taking Hilda's spot - so the brunette had to scramble back to make room for her. "Which means, my turn!"

Dawn hopped up onto her hips and mounted her cock enthusiastically, to Hilda's surprise. There was barely a pause between one event and the other, and she was left staring with a dry mouth all over again as the dark-haired trainer rose up, grabbed her dick, align it with herself, and dropped down at a pace that could only be described as greedy -taking it into her at a speed that was dizzying to behold when compared to a cock so big, but Dawn managed it perfectly.

"Good girl," Cynthia purred, hands grasping lean thighs. She squeezed as Dawn dropped down shamelessly, jamming herself onto the thick rod of a cock that she so clearly craved. She filled herself up with inches of meat, and as her ass hit her pelvis with a loud thump, a happy moan left her lips. It was all so quick that Hilda was left blinking in surprise, and her jaw hung as things switched around so quickly. "You know what I like, Dawn."

"Of course I do," Dawn groaned out, her hips spasming. She rolled, grinding the cock inside of her with visible glee, and Hilda watched it all with wide eyes. She saw the way that Dawn groped her own tits as she pushed herself up with her thighs and feet, more pushing than she did bounce, and extracted many glistening inches of turgid cockmeat out of her grasping tightness. "I love how you feel inside of me, Cynthia!"

Cynthia hummed with reassurance as Dawn pulled up her dick, dragging her velvety snatch off of it with a sound like wet bubbling. Hilda licked her dry lips as she stared from just a few inches away, with the blonde's head practically nestled between her calves. She saw the way that the cute girl so eagerly pushed herself up and then dropped her weight down upon it, greedily slamming the heavy prick into her tight pussy - all as if she craved it like water.

"...Fuck it," Hilda decided, lust in her eyes and anticipation in her stomach. She did not know why watching it left her feeling so hot, but with the promise of the Champion's Club membership there and the thoughts of Cynthia's sexual prowess in her mind, she hopped up. She rose to her feet on the couch and stared down at the two, who looked at her in turn. Hastily, she tucked her hair behind her in a better ponytail, holding the band in her mouth for one single second of hard work, then pushed it all back into place. "Might as well."

Fully committed, Hilda mounted Cynthia's face as she was offered. Cynthia, without delay, grabbed her wide hips, cupped them, and brought her down; then immediately, without a hint of shame or her cum-filled snatch, pushed her mouth into place and started to suckle gently upon it just as she had before. A grateful moan left the brunette's throat at the sudden assault, shocked that the blonde would go for something so lewd after fucking her silly but totally happy to receive the loving attention of a tongue against her sensitive snatch.

"F-fuck," she groaned out, hands moving down to cup Cynthia's large chest. She squeezed, and was thrilled to be feeling a Champion's tits in her hands for the first time - something she never thought she would ever do. She felt perfect, like someone had built her from scratch to be the Champion of Sinnoh, and she groaned in relish. The blonde did not make a sound other than sloppy slurps as she went at her core with sudden ferocity, dragging the flat of it along to lick and touch, and she loved it.

"Isn't her cock just amazing?" Dawn asked her, hips rising up and then falling down with a fleshy thudding. Her voice was breathless and eager, as if she wanted nothing more than to gush. "So big and filling -!"

"Yeah, it is," Hilda moaned softly, her body shivering as a mouth suckled upon her clit. She rolled her waist along Cynthia's face, her mind in shock that she mounted and sat on the face of an actual Champion while she got eaten out, but pushed past that as she simply enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure of it. She groaned hoarsely to feel her tongue flick across her sodden slit and for lips to kiss down so deftly, and she shuddered powerfully at her continuous touch.

"She fucks me so good," Dawn groaned, speaking mostly to herself as she squeezed her tits and worked her hips. She gasped happily as she threw herself down, and Hilda watched at how good the dark-haired girl was able to move. She must have had just as much experience as Cynthia did solely in cock-riding, and she made it clear as she bounced on the towering rod, taking it into her hot pussy with deep descents that made flesh clap and harsh rises that had her pussy visibly tug. "She's so big and thick and - oh, gosh, feels so good -"

Hilda moaned in turn as Cynthia ate her out without shame, hands gripping her hips without qualm to secure her in place. She sighed as the heady pleasure of her hot tongue running along her sensitive inner folds and along the flushed pink, treating it lovingly and spurring on the intense pleasures that came in her post-orgasmic state. She gasped and quivered as the woman ate her out for a second time, shocked that such a surreal situation happened to her twice in such a short span of time, and enjoyed it as much as she could.

"Fuck," she moaned out, "Fuck, she's so good with her tongue!"

"I know!" Dawn moaned out, hips rolling and ass thumping down with each over-enthusiastic bounce of her waist.

Suddenly, Dawn leaned forwards and grabbed hold of her face. Squeaking, Hilda had nothing to do but go with it as the girl tugged her into her and sent their lips crashing together in a sudden kiss, their mouths sliding awkwardly as they tried to work out the intricacies of kissing one another and then settling for a hot press and a smooth suckling. The two of them rolled together, lips slipping and sliding, engaged in a lewd kiss that was totally by surprise and yet somehow just perfect for the situation they were in.

Gasping, Hilda could only huff as Cynthia ate her out so hungrily, her tongue swiping and slurping against the length of her sodden slit and lips kissing her folds with her deft skill. She pulled, pushed, and suckled gently, with her mouth closing around her clit to firmly pull and draw out whimpering breaths from her throat. The sounds washed over into Dawn's mouth, and the girl eagerly drank them up as she locked them into the lewd make-out session.

Her hips rose and fell the entire time, never stopping in her eager fucking. She dropped down upon the dick with hard sweeps and heady downward thumps, her ass clapping against her lap and her folds stuffed full of hard, dense cockmeat. Again and again, her body pulled up and down, pushing up along the towering slab of a dick and then dropping right back down to take it back into her lush tightness. She did not stop moving for one single second, showing just how eager she was for Cynthia's cock.

Hilda liked watching that eagerness, and she let Dawn's throaty moans wash through her mouth to make her teeth chatter. They made out messily as the two kissed and pulled on lips, capturing them between soft pink and deftly suckling to draw out headier gasps, all while they went about their lewd acts. Dawn's hips rose and fell in thumping arcs of motion, and Hilda's pelvis rocked as Cynthia ate her out fervently. Her tongue slipped and slid over her stuffed insides, sending pleasure rocking through her lower body.

Moaning, Hilda rode the pleasure happily, almost fervently. She almost showed the same eagerness as Dawn as she was eaten out, her pussy treated to the loving attention of Cynthia's hot mouth again, and again, and again, with the flat of her tongue lapping and her lips pulling upon sensitive flesh to suckle firmly. Hilda gasped and whined as pleasure hit her, making her mouth drool with intoxicating delight. Her spine tingled and her shoulders quivered with the pleasure of having her post-orgasmic snatch eaten out, and her eyes indulged in the visual treat that was Dawn's riding hips.

She dropped up and down without pause, taking the dick into her tight insides with clear delight. They rose and fell in sweeping arcs of greedy motion, crashing down on the thick cock with meaty thumps from her heart-shaped rear. The flesh clapped as she rode the dick hard and fast, throwing herself onto it lustfully without stopping. Her chest bounced in time with her hair as she worked at it oh-so-eagerly, satiating her own urges as if Cynthia's cock was her own personal dildo.

They made out through it all, mostly as if to drink up one another's pleasure. Hilda was fine with that, and allowed tongues to tangle and twist between them as they were pleasured by Cynthia in tandem. The brunette found her mind blown by the sheer skill of the tongue working at her snatch along with the tongue eagerly wrapping around her own in a twisting, tangling lip-lock, filling her with indulgent pleasure. Moaning and groaning, hips bucked on Cynthia's face as she took her tongue-worship happily, indulging it in all until her eyes almost glazed over.

Lips pulled back, and the two were gasping messes. Hilda's hips rocked as the tongue lapped at her sodden folds, moving along the length of her slit to pull and push and drink up juices while a jaw worked beneath it all to deftly tug along. She ate her out powerfully, digging her tongue inside almost to the point of sinking into her tunnel, and it felt just amazing. Lips suckled and kissed, her mouth sucked and pulled, and all of it overwhelmed the already-dizzy girl just that much more.

Both girls moaned in one another's directions as they worked through the pleasure of the moment. Dawn rode rough and recklessly, each drop producing a heady smack and each pull creating sticky noises, while Hilda merely rolled her hips and ground herself against Cynthia's face. The blonde did not seem to mind at all - not as she palmed her tits, not as she rubbed her cunt against her mouth, and not as she was ridden like a horse. She simply took it like the Champion she was, letting the two girls reach pleasure.

They did, shamelessly and unabashedly. Hilda did not care at all about the lewdness she was committing, and just happily let Cynthia eat her out while she sat on her face. She gasped and groaned as the tongue swiped and pulled, lapping at the length of her slit and then pulling back to flex against the length of her core. Her movements were all slick, easy, and skilled, bringing Hilda to another bout of intense, burning pleasure all over again - and she moaned happily for it. She panted just a little bit more and more with each passing moment, her face flushing and lips panting, and the expression was matched by Dawn.

"Oh, yes," Hilda groaned out, teeth digging back into her lip hard enough to draw blood. She gasped and groaned while hips bucked, riding Cynthia's lapping mouth. At the same time, Dawn moaned throatily as she rode the dick hard and fast, slamming down upon it with eager movements of her hips and downward sweeps of her waist. She held nothing back as she rode the dick cowgirl-style, making sure to hold nothing back as claps filled the room.

Up and down, again and again. She threw herself onto the thick cock until Cynthia husked against the pussy she ate out, and it continued apace as Dawn went wild. She rode hard enough to make her hair flop around her shoulders in arcs of black and sent her own chest into frantic bobs, which were matched by rough moaning that left Hilda. The two girls filled the room with their sounds of pleasure while the Champion pleasured them, until they could do nothing more than let it all out.

Dawn slammed down hard, and she hilted herself with desperately rolling hips. She rode out the moment until the sticky noises were thick in the air, then groaned louder still as she hit her peak; presumably, in time with Cynthia's climax, judging by how her hips thrust up to sheath her prick a little more securely in the heat of a tight pussy. Hilda moaned as well, and she whimpered powerfully as her core tightened up again, just from the tongue-lashing and clit-sucking. Then, moaning, head tossing back, she spasmed violently, and reached a second tremendous peak right then and there.

"Cynthia!" Dawn moaned as Hilda gasped in raw pleasure. "Cynthia!"

As incredulous as it seemed, it happened. Right then and there Hilda came on top of Cynthia's face, absorbing the pleasure she offered and letting it all flow through her. She gasped as insides tightened and contracted pleasurably, and she rolled her shoulders as her juices slipped down in a river - all of which was lapped up by Cynthia, who did not stop. She did not stop through it all, and took both of their climaxes while just laying there; not moving, not scrambling, just resting and pleasuring them.

"F-fuck," Hilda groaned out as Dawn whined happily. She stared at the girl's ecstatic face and bit her lip in adoration for it, then wiggled her own broad hips. "Fuck, fuck. That feels so good."

She moaned out and rolled her neck, and she rode out her high the same that Dawn did. She gasped in throaty delight as it all quivered through her, spine shuddering and tightening, her bliss high. The same was etched on Dawn's face as she took Cynthia's hot load into her tightness, all of it filling her up until she was comfortably stuffed. The two of them shared in their pleasure for a long moment, their glazed eyes staring and their panting mouths parted in tandem; then they were slamming together, lips twisting together, locking and making out for an impressively long moment before they pulled away again.

"Wow," Hilda groaned. "This is amazing."

"Isn't it?!" Dawn gushed, happy and delighted. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together, Hilda!"

"Yeah, I can't wait -"

A sudden clapping to her ass alerted her to Cynthia below, and, blinking, Hilda parted. She hopped back until she sat on the arm rest, fluids dripping from between her thighs, and Dawn did the same - popping off with an obscene slurp and then shuffling back on the couch. The blonde slowly, carefully sat up, twisted around, and set her back against the spine. She licked her lips, then wiped her mouth with her fingers; one by one they were popped between her lips, there to be suckled upon.

"Good job, girls," Cynthia purred, and reached out with her arms to touch the two of them. Smirking, she looked at each of them, then down at her dick. "I don't suppose either of you are tired?"

"Nope!" Dawn chirped brightly.

Hilda slowly licked her lips, felt the pleasure rolling through her, and smiled. "Not at all, Champion."

"Wonderful." Cynthia leaned back and patted her lap, where her semi-hard cock dribbled. Her face was smug and content, much to Hilda's delight. "Then, why don't the two of you clean me up…?"

Dawn and Hilda did not hesitate. "With pleasure," they said in unison, and both dove down.

"Here are your Pokemon!" Nurse Joy said, head bowing respectfully and pink curls waving. "Is there anything else I could help you with?"

"No, thanks," the tired, wobbly-leg Hilda said, thankfully taking her Pokemon back. Though she'd showered, she was sure her complexion was still flushed and body still weak. She only hoped that the Nurse couldn't tell she'd 'just' had sex for the last few hours. It had been at least five hours since she'd last been at the Pokemon center, in fact. "That's all."

"And would you still be needing a room?" Nurse Joy asked, and Hilda shook her head.

"Oh, no, I've, uh, solved that," she said with a little laugh, her hand whipping up to tuck her hair around. "I'm good!"

"Hm," Joy hummed, a knowingly glint to her eyes. "Is that so?"

"Uh, yep!" Hilda said with a grin. "It's a sort of, uh, long-term solution, I guess you could say."

"Oh." Nurse Joy flashed her teeth. "I know exactly what you mean."

Hilda stopped for a second as she shuffled her bag into place around her. "Yeah?"

"Most certainly, ma'am," Nurse Joy hummed calmly. I do quite enjoy the long term solutions. Always hits the right spots."

Hilda laughed a little shyly. She was not quite sure if Joy was insinuating what she thought she was, so she left it at that simple reply. "Yeah, I, uh, guess so."

Joy winked. "Helps that she's extremely hot, too."

"Yup - " Hilda stopped and gulped all of a sudden. "Oh."

Another wink, and a grin. "I imagine I'll be seeing you around quite soon, Ma'am. Enjoy your stay!"

Hilda faltered for one full moment before stopping, pausing, and plastering her normally cocky grin on her lips. "Don't worry! I know I will be!"

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