The music began, and six red cards and my girlfriend surrounded me. Their hands unceremoniously groped all over my body, and I returned the favor, my fingers sliding over their thighs, already half-hard cocks, and moist holes. Seven pairs of elastic breasts transformed in my palms, each with a different feel yet all soft and burning hot. Everyone engaged in deep kissing, tongues entwining, saliva exchanging. Soon, the already scant clothing on everyone was completely stripped off. Eight naked bodies were exposed under the lights, and immediately a suppressed yet excited strange cry rose from below the stage.
Lubricant was squeezed out, the cold liquid landing on the girlfriend's scorching skin. Seven pairs of hands moved simultaneously, spreading the oil evenly over her chest, abdomen, waist, buttocks, and two slender legs. The amount of oil kept increasing, making the skin slippery and reflective. Someone rubbed their semi-hard penis against her lower abdomen and inner thighs, someone lowered their head to lick her already moist openings, and someone simply lay on top of her, using their own chest and abdomen as sponges, pressing tightly against her body and rubbing. Seven penises moved like seven warm, hard objects all over her body. She couldn't help but squirm, emitting fragmented moans. Before long, everyone was covered in the same oily sheen.
I straddled my girlfriend's chest, sandwiching my cock between her full cleavage and thrusting back and forth. Emily and Amy took turns bringing their cocks to her mouth; she actively stuck out her tongue to lick them. Vena and Michelle each placed their cocks in her left and right hands, making her stroke them up and down. Queenie lay below, her tongue simultaneously tending to her pussy and back hole. Melody stood in front of me, putting her gradually hardening cock into my mouth. I took it in, letting her grab my hair and gently thrust. Lewd sounds, panting, and the sticky sounds of flesh colliding mixed together, filling the entire stage. My girlfriend, stimulated all over simultaneously, writhed like a snake. Many audience members below had already put their hands into their own pants.
The drug's effects began to take hold. I felt my lower body rapidly engorge and swell, soon returning to a length of twenty-three centimeters and an astonishing thickness. The others underwent similar changes. Melody's cock expanded drastically in my mouth, stretching the corners sore, yet he grabbed my head and quickened his thrusts. Drool dripped from the corners of my mouth, landing on my girlfriend's oil-glistening chest. We took turns sitting on her chest for a titty fuck, the glans occasionally nudging her lips, which she would then actively take in and suck. Someone placed their cock between her clamped feet, rubbing it with the soles; another only used the glans to grind and rotate at her entrance, never fully entering. My girlfriend grew frantic, constantly twisting her hips, her entrance opening and closing, clear fluid continuously overflowing, yet she never got the full filling she craved. Before long, she climaxed first, the spurting fluid splashing all over Quinnie's face.
Next they had me lie down. They took turns using their breasts, hands, and even soles to service my cock. When someone slowly pushed their entire hand into my rear, obvious gasps erupted from the audience. Many eyes lit up, clearly stimulated by the sight. After the soles were also coated with lubricant and slowly inserted, the foreign object sensation was intense yet strangely fulfilling. They had me lie at the bottom, Melody sat on top, slowly swallowing my cock into her rear. The tight flesh walls wrapped around layer by layer, the entry process slow and agonizing. After it was fully inserted, she began moving up and down, with Emily stacked on top. From below, watching the two exquisite bodies undulating and writhing on me was visually stunning. Quinn simultaneously inserted her oil-coated sole into my rear, matching the thrusts. The double stimulation made my scalp tingle. My girlfriend crawled over to take Quinn's erect cock into her mouth, while Amy and Michelle entered my girlfriend's front and back holes, one on top, one below. The strange cries from the audience almost lifted the roof.
The play gradually escalated. We took turns stuffing boiled eggs, cut fruit, and vegetables into each other's orifices until all three entrances were completely filled. Then, using our cocks, we slowly pushed and prodded, mashing and squeezing those things out bit by bit. The resulting mixture was licked up by those waiting. When I came inside my girlfriend, the six top-tier performers also released one after another, their hot cum flooding in waves into our already muddy passages. Perhaps due to the drugs, the semen felt hotter than usual, wave after wave. The second-tier dancers, who had been waiting eagerly, could no longer hold back and stepped forward to take over. Cocks of varying thickness and hardness took turns entering. Just as an orifice adapted to one, it would finish and withdraw, and the next would immediately replace it. The intense stimulation gave me my first anal orgasm; semen spurted out without any stimulation to the front. Someone immediately lowered their head to suck and swallow. That feeling of being emptied almost made my vision go dark.
After finishing, the cock was brought to my girlfriend and me to clean with our mouths. Semen mixed with the sweet taste of crushed fruits and vegetables, strange but not unpleasant. The stage slowly rotated, letting the surrounding audience clearly see the mixture continuously flowing from between our legs. The nearest few audience members reached out, their fingers probing into the still-opening hole, gently stirring and scooping out the remnants. The drugs made consciousness and desire both blurry and intense, only wanting to be filled more. The six top performers lowered their heads again, licking the remnants clean, their tongues meticulously attending to every inch of sensitive mucosa. Soon, my cock hardened again, and my girlfriend's hole became wet once more.
The other two lay down and received the same oral service. Whenever someone reached climax, the others would immediately lean over to lick away the semen, and I was no exception. The atmosphere on-site, together with the drugs, made everything that would originally have been hesitated over seem perfectly natural. The lights on stage, the music, the panting, and the sticky sounds of liquid all mingled into one, and desire rose and fell again and again like the tide, yet never truly receded.
The night is still long. On the rotating stage, the eight bodies slicked with oil and bodily fluids intertwined once again, preparing to welcome the next round of even more excessive play. The gazes from below were like tangible tentacles, pushing everyone's excitement even higher. This night clearly would not satisfy anyone easily.
The stage lights suddenly dimmed for a moment, then switched to a deeper mix of purple and red. The music also changed from the original restless electronic beats to slower, more oppressive low-pitched rhythms. The six top-tier performers seemed to receive some kind of signal, adjusting their movements in unison.
They first moved me and my girlfriend away from the center of the bed, turning us onto our sides so we faced each other. Four hands simultaneously poured a large amount of lubricant onto our overlapped lower bellies and the bases of our thighs; the icy liquid trickled down the creases of our skin, mixing with the semen that had not yet fully drained out. Melody贴上来 from behind, her cock already fully hard again, slowly grinding at the entrance to my back passage. At the same time, Emily pressed against my girlfriend's back in the same way. Both sides pushed in at once, and the sensation of being filled came flooding back. The tight flesh walls were forcibly stretched open; the oil made entry smoother, yet it was still intense.
Vena and Michelle knelt beside our heads respectively, offering their hard, hot cocks to our mouths. My girlfriend and I almost simultaneously opened our mouths to take them in. The feeling of our mouths being stretched full overlapped with the feeling of being filled below, causing a brief blankness in our minds. Quinnie lay in the middle, her tongue simultaneously tending to my and my girlfriend's already muddy front holes, sometimes licking the outer edges, sometimes probing inside with her tongue tip to stir the remaining mixture.
The stage began to rotate slowly. With each turn to a new angle, the audience from different directions below could see more clearly the intertwined limbs, the skin glistening with oil, and the constantly opening and closing, fluid-oozing points of connection. Some cursed under their breath, some had their breathing grow heavier, and some even stood up directly, stroking themselves up and down in their seats.
Melody began thrusting. Each withdrawal produced a sticky, wet sound, and when fully re-entering, the sound of the scrotum slapping against my buttocks was clearly audible. Emily moved in sync. My girlfriend and I were forced to rock back and forth, the cocks in our mouths moving in and out accordingly. Saliva dripped down the corners of our mouths, falling onto our already slick chests.
Who knows how long had passed. Melodie suddenly sped up, let out a low growl, and scalding semen poured into my body again. Almost at the same time, Emily also released inside my girlfriend. The two did not withdraw immediately, but held us tightly in their still-inserted positions, their rough breathing blowing on the back of our necks. Weina and Michelle came one after the other into my and my girlfriend’s mouths; the thick fluid was forced down, and the excess overflowed from the corners of our mouths.
After they withdrew, Kunni immediately took over. He first slipped his fingers into my rear opening, which was still slightly parted, stirred it twice, hooked out some of the semen that had just been shot in, smeared it onto his own cock, and only then pushed back in. This time he entered very deeply, and only after almost the entire length had gone in did he begin to thrust slowly and forcefully. On my girlfriend’s side, Amy treated her in the same way. The feeling of being entered deeply on both sides made both my girlfriend and me emit stifled whimpers.
The stage lights suddenly focused on the center. The six top-tier performers simultaneously stepped back half a step, leaving only my girlfriend and me naked and facing each other. They took several vibrators of different thicknesses and a string of anal beads from the prop box, coated them all with fresh lubricant, and then pushed them into our front and back holes one after another. When the beads were inserted one by one into the back passage, that progressive feeling of fullness was almost maddening. The vibrators were turned to the lowest setting, the subtle yet constant stimulation causing the openings to contract continuously.
"Watch them." I don't know who said that in a low voice.
My girlfriend and I were forced to face each other. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, her lips swollen, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. I reached out, kneading her oily, shiny breasts, my thumb repeatedly scraping over her already hard nipples. She also reached out, grasped my fully erect cock again, and stroked it up and down. The two of us comforted each other right under the public gaze, with vibrating toys still inserted in our lower bodies.
The breathing of the crowd below was clearly much heavier.
When the props were taken out, they brought out a large amount of mixed fluid. The six red cards gathered around again. This time they didn't take turns but acted simultaneously. Two cocks simultaneously pressed against the entrances of my front hole and back passage, slowly but firmly pushing in. The moment of being doubly filled, my mind went blank. My girlfriend also let out a high-pitched moan—she was also being entered by two at the same time. My limbs were firmly fixed, and I could only endure this excessive stretching and thrusting.
The rhythm of thrusting gradually synchronized. The four penises moved like rhythmic pistons, advancing and retreating simultaneously. Lubricant, semen, and love fluid were churned into white froth, squeezed out with the movements, and dripped down their thighs. I felt as if I were nailed in place, all my senses occupied by the two connection points in my lower body. My girlfriend's fingers gripped the bedsheet beneath her tightly, her knuckles white.
Someone didn’t know who fired first. The scalding liquid once again poured into the cavity that was already overflowing, and then the second one released as well. The excess semen simply could not be contained; a large amount of mixed fluid gushed out from the edges of the stretched opening, soaking the bedsheet beneath even deeper.
After they withdrew, there was no time to rest. A new cock immediately took its place. This round was thicker and harder, bringing obvious swelling pain on entry, which was then covered by the pleasure stimulated by the drugs. I heard myself make unfamiliar sounds, and I also heard my girlfriend’s intermittent lustful cries. Someone below the stage could no longer hold back and directly climaxed in their seat, low panting mingling with the music.
Time became blurry.
We were flipped into various positions: kneeling on all fours, lying on our sides, folded, suspended. Each change was accompanied by new entries and exits. Someone used the sole of their foot to press down on my cock and grind it back and forth; someone pressed their breasts against it and rubbed. My girlfriend had her legs lifted high; three cocks simultaneously ground around her hole, occasionally taking turns inserting shallowly, just never giving her complete satisfaction. She was so anxious tears welled in the corners of her eyes, her waist constantly twisting, yet she was always kept on the edge.
Later they carried us up and held us face to face. My cock went all the way into my girlfriend's body, while Melody entered me from behind, and Emily entered my girlfriend from behind. The four of us were stacked together, moving slowly with the rotation of the stage. Gravity made each entry go deeper, and every slight movement brought intense friction. I lowered my head and kissed my girlfriend, tongues entwining, saliva exchanged. Her inner walls kept tightening, squeezing me painfully, yet it felt so good that I wanted to stay in that moment forever.
When ejaculation came again, it was almost a chain reaction. I poured into my girlfriend's body, Melody poured into mine, and Emily released at the same time. Excess fluid was squeezed out from the connection, dripping onto the rotating stage, pulling out long, thin strands.
When they put us back on the bed, both bodies had gone completely limp. The opening of the hole could no longer close, and liquid kept leaking out continuously. But the six top girls still weren't satisfied. They crowded around and carefully cleaned every inch of skin and mucous membrane that had been used with their tongues. Someone took my half-soft cock into their mouth and sucked carefully; someone else slipped their tongue into the still opening and closing back passage, stirring it. My girlfriend was treated the same way, letting out thin, weak whimpers.
The drug's effects were far from wearing off. Soon, my cock hardened again. My girlfriend's breathing also grew rapid once more. The six red cards exchanged glances, revealing knowing smiles.
A new round of props was brought up—thicker vibrators, inflatable vaginal dilators, and several realistically sized dildos that looked exaggeratedly large. After being fully coated in lubricant, they were slowly pushed into our bodies. The dilator was inflated bit by bit, the vaginal opening was forcibly stretched to its limit, and every fold of the inner walls was smoothed out. Some in the audience gasped in shock, while others cursed excitedly under their breath.
With the entrance fully opened, the real cock entered again. The penetration after being overly stretched brought a strange sensation of emptiness and fullness coexisting. During thrusting, one could clearly see how the cock moved in and out of the opened passage, bringing out more mixed fluids.
The stage lights suddenly all focused on our lower bodies. The rotation speed increased slightly, allowing the surrounding audience to see this scene clearly. Some couldn't help but stand up and applaud; some had already pressed their companions into their seats and started moving. From the direction of the private boxes came faint sounds of collision and suppressed cries; clearly, some couldn't wait to get back to their rooms.
Who knows how long had passed. The dilator was deflated and removed. The sudden return of tightness made the flesh rod that entered again groan in pleasure. They began the final sprint. Six flesh rods took turns pumping rapidly inside me and my girlfriend, each thrust deep and heavy. I felt as if I were floating on a sea of lust, my consciousness fragmenting with each impact. My girlfriend’s cries had already grown hoarse, her hands weakly clutching my arm.
The climax came violently and lasted a long time. When I came, my vision went white; it felt like the semen was being squeezed out from my very marrow. My girlfriend climaxed at the same time, her inner walls spasming and tightening, sucking me out even more thoroughly. The six red cards also released one after another, their scalding liquid once again filling the passage that had already accommodated too much.
This time, they didn't pull out immediately. Instead, they clung together in the inserted position, their heavy breaths intertwining. The stage gradually stopped spinning, and the lights dimmed. The music faded into a slower, lingering aftermath.
Someone brought a clean, damp towel and began carefully wiping our bodies. The movements weren't exactly gentle, but they were thorough enough. Grease, semen, sweat, and various mixtures were slowly cleaned away. When cleaning sensitive areas, both my girlfriend and I would tremble slightly, and our openings would still involuntarily contract.
After the body was roughly cleaned, the six red cards surrounded us again. This time, they weren't in a hurry to enter, but instead used their lips and tongues to meticulously kiss every inch of skin. From the forehead to the toes, nothing was missed. When kissing the chest, they would suck and gently bite the nipples; when kissing the lower abdomen, they would trace the contours with the tip of the tongue; when kissing the inner thighs, they would deliberately get close to the still slightly opening and closing entrance, yet never actually touch it.
This prolonged teasing is more torturous than direct penetration. The drugs made the senses abnormally sharp; even the slightest touch could provoke a strong reaction. My girlfriend and I were soon panting again, our lower bodies becoming wet once more.
“It’s not over yet.” Someone said in a low voice beside my ear.
New lubricant was poured onto their bodies. This time, they adopted a slower, deeper approach. After one cock entered, it no longer thrust rapidly but buried itself completely at the deepest point, grinding in circles with the hips. The inner walls were squeezed and rubbed from every angle, pleasure accumulating deep and heavy. Another cock patiently waited outside, occasionally rubbing its glans against the already full scrotum or sensitive perineum.
When the first one finally released, the second immediately followed, continuing the same slow and deep grinding. Round after round, more and more liquid was shot inside, even causing a slight swelling sensation in the lower abdomen. My girlfriend and I were forced to endure this prolonged filling, our consciousness floating in pleasure, yet never truly reaching climax—they precisely controlled the rhythm, pushing us to the edge again and again, then gently pulling us back.
The audience below clearly also sensed this prolonged torture. Panting, the rustle of fabric, and low curses mingled into one. Some could not bear it anymore and directly dragged their companions toward the private boxes. More chose to stay where they were, staring at the stage without blinking.
Who knows how long had passed. Control was finally lifted. The six flesh rods all sped up at once, striking the most sensitive point deep and hard. The orgasm that had been suppressed for too long came almost frighteningly. I felt something inside my body break, and a large amount of liquid sprayed out uncontrollably, my vision going completely white. My girlfriend’s cries also turned high and broken at the same moment, her body convulsing violently.
This time, the climax lasted a very long time. Each aftershwave caused the entrance to contract again, squeezing out more mixed fluid. The six top courtesans also released one after another amidst this intense squeezing, pouring all their remaining semen inside.
When it was completely over, only heavy panting and the subtle sounds of bodies pressing against each other remained on the stage.
The lights gradually brightened. The six top performers propped themselves up and began methodically wrapping up. They gently laid us flat, wiped our bodies again with clean towels, checked for any obvious injuries, and applied soothing ointment to the openings. Their movements were skilled and calm, a stark contrast to the earlier frenzy.
My girlfriend and I lay on the already messy sheets, too lazy to even move a finger. Inside our bodies lingered the afterglow of overuse; the openings couldn't close properly, occasionally leaking fluid slowly. The drug's effects began to fade, and immense fatigue swept over us.
Applause and whistles broke out from the audience below. Someone shouted loudly, urging them to do it again. The six red-card girls only smiled and waved, signaling that tonight was over.
Staff came on stage and used a screen to partition off the center of the stage. We were carefully transferred to the backstage lounge. The lounge was already prepared with warm water, clean bathrobes, and necessary care items. The six top-ranked girls also came in and began cleaning themselves in a more private manner.
Melody walked over, squatted beside me, and gently wiped my face with a warm, damp towel.
“Can you still hold on?” he asked.
I nodded, my voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "...It's okay."
My girlfriend was lying on another treatment bed, her eyes closed, her chest still rising and falling gently. Emily was helping massage her sore waist, her movements gentle.
"It will probably take another two or three hours before the medicine fully wears off." Quinni said while wiping his body, "Just stay at the shop and rest tonight. There's an empty room upstairs."
No one objected.
The hot shower washed away the last remnants of oil and bodily fluids. The water temperature was just right, easing muscle soreness. After washing, they changed into soft bathrobes and were led to a quiet suite upstairs. The room was spacious, curtains drawn tightly, the bed clean and soft.
The six red-card holders did not leave right away. They stayed with us as we lay down; one person gently hugged me from behind, while another simply leaned by the bed. No one mentioned desire again, only quietly sharing the lingering warmth afterward.
I turned my head and saw my girlfriend was already asleep. Her brow was slightly relaxed, her breathing steady. I reached out and gently held her fingers. She squeezed back in her sleep.
Everything that happened that night felt like an overly realistic dream. The body remembered every detail of being filled, stretched open, and poured into, but the memory was already somewhat hazy. Only intense sensory remnants remained, along with a strange emptiness and satisfaction that came after being thoroughly used.
At some point, a light rain began to fall outside the window. The gentle tapping of raindrops against the glass became the best white noise.
I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion drag my consciousness into darkness.
Among the six red-card holders, one got up, dimmed the lights even further, and then covered each person with a thin blanket. The door was gently pulled shut. The footsteps in the hallway gradually faded away.
The night is still long.
And this carnival woven together by lust, drugs, and gazes finally came to a temporary close.
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