Next round

Rachel's voice cut through the haze of sweat and spent bodies. Max blinked, her thighs trembling where she knelt, still feeling the ghost of the stranger's cock twitching inside her. The men stumbled back, dazed and spent, but the crowd was already pushing forward—new faces, new hands reaching to claim them.

A guy with a snake tattoo coiling around his bicep grabbed Max's hips, his breath hot on her neck. "My turn," he growled, and Max barely had time to register the size of him before he was sheathing himself in one brutal thrust. Her cry tangled with Chloe's as another man mounted her from behind, fingers digging bruises into her hips. Rachel, ever the predator, was already arching into a fresh partner—some college jock with a frat-branded belt buckle clinking against her ass.

The stage reeked of sex and spilled liquor, the air thick with the sounds of wet slaps and ragged breathing. Max's new guy didn't bother with a rhythm; he fucked her like he was punishing her, each snap of his hips jolting her forward until her palms braced against the stage's edge. The crowd's chants blurred into white noise—except for one voice, sharp as broken glass: "Look at her face! She's fucking *ruined*!"

Chloe's laugh cut through the haze—half-moan, half-taunt—as her own partner dragged her up by the hair, slamming her back down onto his cock. Her blue strands stuck to her sweaty forehead, lips parted around a silent scream. Rachel's new guy thrust into her asshole without warning, no prep beyond spit and spite. Rachel's gasp twisted into a delighted snarl, her fingers twisting in her own hair as she pushed back against him. "Fucking *break* me," she dared, and the crowd roared approval.

Max's snake-tattooed guy hauled her upright, her back flush against his chest, one hand fisting in her hair while the other clamped over her throat. His thrusts turned shallow and rapid, the new angle hitting something inside her that made her vision whiten. "Cock loving slut."

Chloe wasn’t faring any better—her new partner had her bent over the edge of the stage, her ass reddened from sharp smacks between thrusts. Mascara streaked down her cheeks like war paint, her moans punctuated by the slap of skin. Someone in the front row reached up to grope her swaying breasts; Chloe snarled but didn’t pull away, too lost in the relentless pace. Rachel, meanwhile, had three fingers shoved in her mouth while her frat boy pounded into her ass, her free hand clutching a stranger’s wrist as they **** her to fist her own drooling cunt.

Then three more men stepped up their cocks aimed at the girls mouths. The girls eagerly opened up.

Rachel winked at Max before taking the first cock deep down her throat, her nose pressing flush against the man’s pelvis as she swallowed around him. Max barely had time to gasp before another thrust between her lips—thick, salty, the head bumping the back of her throat as her jaw stretched wide. Chloe, ever competitive, took hers with a smirk, hollowing her cheeks until the guy’s knees buckled.

The snake-tattooed man still pounded into Max from behind, his rhythm relentless, each thrust forcing the cock in her mouth deeper. Her tears mixed with spit, dripping onto the stage as her body arched between the two invading cocks—one stretching her throat, the other filling her cunt. Through blurry vision, she saw Rachel gagging spectacularly on her own dick, her eyes watering even as she grinned around the intrusion, fingers twisting in the man’s belt loops to pull him closer. Chloe, ever defiant, had started bobbing her head with vicious enthusiasm, her blue hair swinging as she sucked with deliberate, filthy noises.

The frat boy behind Rachel suddenly grabbed her hips, yanking her back onto his cock with a grunt. Rachel gasped around the mouthful of flesh, her tongue darting out to lick the swollen head before taking him even deeper. The man she was blowing groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as his thrusts turned erratic. Rachel’s nostrils flared, her cheeks hollowing—then she pulled off just enough to let him spill across her tongue. She swallowed with a smirk, her other hand still working furiously between her own thighs.

Chloe’s guy wasn’t far behind. He cursed sharply, his hips jerking as he came down her throat. Chloe milked him with slow, deliberate swallows, her smirk widening when he staggered back, dazed.

The snake-tattooed man holding Max growled as his thrusts turned erratic, his grip on her throat tightening. "Take it, you little slut," he snarled, slamming home one last time before his cock pulsed inside her, flooding her with another thick load. Max shuddered, her thighs trembling as her own climax ripped through her—raw and unforgiving.

Beside her, Chloe let out a guttural moan as the man behind her bottomed out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "F-fuck, yes—" she choked out, her voice breaking as her body seized around him. Rachel, still impaled on the frat boy’s cock, locked eyes with Max and grinned—sharp, feral—as she reached between her own legs and rubbed rough circles over her clit. The crowd’s chants swelled into a frenzy, fists pumping in time with the relentless thrusts.

Max barely had time to catch her breath before the snake-tattooed man pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cum dripping down her trembling thighs. The cock in her mouth followed suit, leaving her lips swollen and slick. Rachel shoved the frat boy off her with a rough laugh, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. "Who’s next?" she panted, her chest heaving. The crowd surged forward like wolves to a kill.