Music starts, six red cards and my girlfriend surround me. Their hands roam freely over my body, and I reciprocate, fingers sliding over their thighs, half-hard cocks, and wet openings. Seven pairs of elastic breasts shift in my palms, each soft and hot. We kiss deeply, tongues entwining, exchanging saliva, and soon all scant clothing is stripped away. Eight naked bodies are exposed under lights, prompting suppressed yet excited screams from below.
Lubricant was squeezed out, the cold liquid landing on the girlfriend's burning skin. Seven pairs of hands wandered simultaneously, spreading the oil evenly over her chest, abdomen, waist, buttocks, and two long legs. The amount of oil kept increasing, making the skin slippery and reflective. Someone rubbed their semi-hard cock against her lower abdomen and inner thighs, someone lowered their head to lick her already wet holes, someone simply lay on top of her, using their own chest and abdomen as a sponge, tightly pressing and rubbing against her body. Seven cocks 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 lips, and she actively stuck out her tongue to lick them. Vina and Michelle each placed their cocks in her left and right hands, making her stroke them up and down. Quinnie lay below, her tongue simultaneously tending to her pussy and ass. Melody stood in front of me, placing her gradually hardening cock into my mouth. I took it in, letting her grab my hair and gently thrust. Lewd moans, panting, and the sticky sounds of flesh colliding mixed together, filling the entire stage. My girlfriend, stimulated all over at once, writhed like a snake. Many audience members below had already slipped their hands into their pants.
The drug effect 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 changed similarly. Melody's cock expanded drastically in my mouth, stretching the corners of my mouth sore, but he grabbed my head and sped up the thrusting. Drool dripped from the corner of my mouth onto my girlfriend's oil-glistening chest. We took turns sitting on her chest for titty fucking; occasionally the glans would touch her lips, and she would actively take it in and suck. Someone put their cock between her clamped-together feet, using the soles to rub; someone only used the glans to grind and rotate at the entrance, never fully entering. My girlfriend anxiously kept twisting her waist, the entrance opening and closing, transparent fluid continuously overflowing, yet she never got a full filling. Before long, she climaxed first, the ejected fluid splashing all over Kunny's face.
Next, they had me lie down. They took turns attending to my cock with their breasts, hands, and even soles. 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. Soles were also coated with lubricant and slowly inserted; the foreign sensation was strong 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 two exquisite bodies undulating and writhing on me was visually intense. Quinn simultaneously inserted his oil-coated sole into my rear, matching the thrusts; the double stimulation made my scalp tingle. My girlfriend crawled over and took Quinn's erect cock into her mouth, while Amy and Michelle entered her 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 fruits, 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 expelled mixture was licked up by the remaining person. When I came inside my girlfriend, the six red-carded individuals also released one after another, their hot semen flooding into our already muddy passages in turns. Perhaps due to the drugs, the semen felt hotter than usual, wave after wave. The second-tier dancers waiting nearby 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 allowed me to experience an anal orgasm for the first time; 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 cocks were brought to my girlfriend's and my mouths for cleaning. The semen mixed with the sweet taste of crushed fruits and vegetables, strange but not unpleasant. The stage slowly rotated, allowing the surrounding audience to clearly see the mixed fluids continuously flowing from between our legs. The nearest few audience members reached out, their fingers probing into the still-opening holes, gently stirring and scooping out the remnants. The drugs made both consciousness and desire blurry yet 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 tongue-and-lips service. When someone reached climax, the others would immediately lean over to lick up the semen; I was no exception. The atmosphere at the scene, together with the drugs, made everything that would otherwise have caused hesitation seem perfectly natural. The stage lights, music, panting, and sticky sounds of water mixed into one, and desire rose and fell like the tide again and again, yet it never truly receded.
The night was still long. On the rotating stage, eight bodies glistening with oil and bodily fluids entwined once again, preparing to welcome the next round of even more excessive play. The gazes from below the stage were like tangible tentacles, pushing everyone's excitement higher. This night, clearly, no one would be easily satisfied.
The stage lights suddenly dimmed for an instant, then switched to a deeper interweaving 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 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 that we faced each other. Four hands simultaneously poured a large amount of lubricant onto our overlapping lower abdomens and the bases of our thighs; the cold liquid seeped down through the gaps in our skin and mixed with the semen that had not yet completely flowed out. Melody pressed against me from behind; her cock was already fully hard again, grinding slowly 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 feeling of being filled came surging back. The tight flesh walls were forcibly stretched open, and the lubricant made entry smoother yet 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 sensation of my mouth being stretched full overlapped with the feeling of being filled below, leaving my mind briefly blank. Quinnie lay in the middle, her tongue tending to both my and my girlfriend's already sodden 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, the audience from different directions below could see more clearly the intertwined limbs, the oil-glistened skin, and the constantly opening and closing, fluid-oozing junctions. 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 sheathed again, 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 already glossy chests.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Melody suddenly sped up, let out a low growl, and hot semen poured into my body again. Almost at the same time, Emily also came inside my girlfriend. The two of them did not withdraw immediately; instead, they held us tightly in the position of penetration, their heavy breathing blowing against the back of our necks. Weina and Michelle came in my mouth and my girlfriend’s mouth one after the other, and the thick fluid was forced down; the excess overflowed from the corners of our mouths.
After they backed away, Kunni took over immediately. He first inserted his fingers into my still slightly opening back passage, stirred twice, hooked out some of the semen that had just been shot inside, smeared it onto his own cock, and only then pressed back in. This time he went in very deep, and after nearly the whole thing had entered did he start slowly and forcefully thrusting. On my girlfriend's side, Amy treated her in the same way. The sensation of both sides being penetrated deeply made both my girlfriend and me let out suppressed whimpers.
The stage lights suddenly focused on the center. The six top-tier performers simultaneously stepped back half a step, leaving only me and my girlfriend 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 inserted them one by one into our front and back holes. When the beads were pushed into the back passage one by one, 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.” Someone said in a low voice.
My girlfriend and I were forced to face each other. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. I reached over, kneading her oily, shiny breasts, my thumb repeatedly brushing over her already erect nipples. She also reached out, gripping my fully erect penis again, stroking it up and down. The two of us comforted each other in full view of everyone, with vibrating toys still inserted in our lower bodies.
The sounds of breathing below the stage were noticeably heavier.
When the prop was taken out, it brought out a large amount of mixed liquid. The six red cards closed in again. This time they did not take turns, but acted simultaneously. Two cocks pressed against the entrance of my front hole and back passage at the same time, 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 entered by two at the same time. Limbs firmly fixed, we could only endure this excessive stretching and thrusting.
The rhythm of thrusting gradually synchronized. The four cocks moved like rhythmic pistons, advancing and retreating in unison. Lubricant, semen, and love juices were churned into white froth, squeezed out with each movement, trickling down their thighs. I felt as if I were nailed in place, all my senses consumed by the two points of connection below. My girlfriend's fingers clutched the bedsheet beneath her, her knuckles white.
I don’t know who came first. Hot liquid poured once again into the already overflowing cavity, and immediately after, the second one also released. The excessive semen simply couldn’t be held in, and a large amount of mixed fluid gushed out from the edges of the stretched opening, soaking the bedsheet beneath even more deeply.
After they backed away, there was no time to rest. A new cock immediately took its place. This round was thicker and harder, bringing obvious swelling pain when it entered, then being covered by drug-fueled pleasure. I heard myself make unfamiliar sounds, and also heard my girlfriend's intermittent moans of ecstasy. Someone in the audience could no longer hold back and came directly in their seat, low panting blending into the music.
Time became blurry.
We were flipped into various positions: 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 and grind against my cock, while someone else pressed their breasts against it and rubbed. My girlfriend had her legs lifted, and three cocks simultaneously ground around her opening, occasionally taking turns shallowly inserting, never giving her complete satisfaction. She was so desperate that tears welled in the corners of her eyes, her waist constantly twisting, yet she was always kept on the edge.
Later they held us facing each other and lifted us up. My cock was buried all the way inside my girlfriend, while Melody entered me from behind, and Emily entered my girlfriend from behind. The four of us were stacked together, swaying slowly with the stage’s rotation. Gravity made the penetration deeper, and every slight movement brought intense friction. I lowered my head and kissed my girlfriend, tongues entwining, saliva exchanged. Her inner walls kept contracting, squeezing me painfully, yet it felt so good I wanted to remain in that moment forever.
When ejaculation came again, it was almost a chain reaction. I filled my girlfriend inside, Melody filled me inside, and Emily also released simultaneously. Excess fluid was squeezed out from the connections, dripping onto the rotating stage, stretching into thin, long 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. Before long, my cock hardened again. My girlfriend's breathing also became rapid once more. The six red cards exchanged glances, revealing knowing smiles.
A new round of props was brought up—thicker vibrators, inflatable dilators, and several oversized realistic dildos. All coated with lubricant, they were slowly pushed into our bodies. The dilators were gradually inflated, forcing the openings to their limits, flattening every fold of the inner walls. Some in the audience gasped, while others whispered excited curses.
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 the thrusts, I 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.
I don’t know how much time had passed when the vaginal dilator was deflated and removed. The sudden return of tightness made the entering flesh rod let out a low groan of pleasure. They began the final sprint. Six flesh rods took turns thrusting rapidly inside me and my girlfriend, each stroke deep and heavy. I felt as if I were floating on a sea of lust, consciousness fragmenting with every impact. My girlfriend’s cries had already turned hoarse, her hands weakly clutching my arm.
The climax came violently and long. When I came, my vision went white, semen seeming to be squeezed out from my very marrow. My girlfriend climaxed simultaneously, her inner walls spasming and clenching tightly, sucking me in even more completely. The six top courtesans also released one after another, 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 position of penetration, their heavy breaths intertwining. The stage gradually stopped spinning, and the lights dimmed. The music faded into a slower, lingering rhythm.
Someone brought a clean wet 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 off. When cleaning sensitive areas, both my girlfriend and I would tremble slightly, and the openings would still involuntarily contract.
After the body was roughly cleaned, the six top-tier courtesans surrounded us again. This time, they weren't in a hurry to enter. Instead, they used their lips and tongues to meticulously kiss every inch of skin. From the forehead to the tips of 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 their tongues; when kissing the inner thighs, they would deliberately get close to the still slightly parted opening, yet never actually touch it.
This prolonged teasing was 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 by her 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 was buried whole at the deepest point, grinding in circles with the hips. The inner walls were squeezed and rubbed from every angle, the pleasure accumulating deep and heavy. The other cock waited patiently outside, occasionally rubbing the glans against the already full scrotum or sensitive perineum.
When the first one finally released, the second immediately followed, continuing the same slow, deep grinding. Round after round, the fluid being shot inside increased, creating a slight feeling of fullness even in the lower abdomen. My girlfriend and I were forced to endure this prolonged filling, our consciousness floating in the 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 the stage clearly also sensed this prolonged torment. Panting, the rustling of fabric, and low curses blended into one. Some people could no longer stand it and directly pulled their companions toward the private box area. More people chose to stay in place, staring at the stage without blinking.
I don’t know how much time had passed when control was finally released. The six flesh rods all sped up at once, crashing into the most sensitive spot with deep, heavy thrusts. The climax that had been suppressed for too long came almost frighteningly. I felt something inside my body break, and a large amount of liquid gushed out uncontrollably, everything before my eyes turning completely white. At the same moment, my girlfriend’s cry also rose sharply and broke apart, her body convulsing violently.
This climax lasted for a long time. Each aftershock caused the vaginal opening to contract again, squeezing out more mixed fluids. The six red cards 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 faint 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 aftereffects of overuse, the openings unable to close, occasionally leaking fluid slowly. The drug's effects began to fade, and immense fatigue swept over us.
Applause and whistles rang out from below the stage. Someone shouted encouragement and demanded one more round. The six red-card girls only smiled and waved, signaling that tonight was over.
The staff came on stage and used a screen to partition 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 supplies. Six red cards also followed 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: "...Okay."
My girlfriend lay on another treatment bed, eyes closed, her chest still gently rising and falling. Emily was massaging her sore waist with gentle movements.
"The medicine should take another two or three hours before it wears off completely." Quinni said while wiping his own body, "Stay at the shop and rest tonight. There are empty rooms upstairs."
No one objected.
The hot shower washed away the last remnants of grease and bodily fluids. The water temperature was just right, easing the muscle soreness. After washing, she changed into a soft bathrobe and was taken to a quiet suite upstairs. The room was large, the 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 was like an overly realistic dream. The body still remembered every detail of being filled, stretched open, and poured into, but the memory was already somewhat blurred. Only intense sensory remnants remained, along with a strange emptiness and satisfaction after being thoroughly used.
Outside the window, a light rain had begun to fall at some point. The gentle sound of rain tapping 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 was still long.
And this carnival woven together by lust, drugs, and gazes finally came to a temporary end.
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