Guess & Gush Ch. 01: The Golden Guess

Welcome to *Guess & Gush* -- the most fluid-filled game show on the planet.

Three women. Three high-output males. One golden guess. The closest prediction drinks the prize... the others get a different kind of shower.

It's erotic strategy, pleasure mastery, and spectacle soaked in heat and slick competition.

This is Round One: *The Golden Guess*. Let the gushing begin.

Guess & Gush: Round One-- The Golden Guess

"Only one will drink. The rest... will pour."

The lights swept across the golden set like warm oil, spilling over polished domes, clear vessels, and the glistening bodies of the three gorgeous men standing center-stage. The audience roared as the host strutted forward, dressed in nothing but a transparent sash and a devilish grin.

"Welcome back to Guess & Gush!" he called, voice smooth as honey. "You know the rules. Three women. Three high-output males. One golden guess. Closest to the volume without going over, wins the right to drink -- and oh, the other two? They'll still get to contribute... just not to her lips."

The audience laughed, moaned, applauded.

Spotlights flared. The three female contestants stepped onto the platform -- barefoot, glowing, completely nude. No shame, just pride. Their names lit up in soft lights behind them:

Kara. Vessa. Nyli.

Each faced her male counterpart -- tall, sculpted, equally bare, standing behind transparent collection vessels marked in 0.1 liter increments. Their bodies gleamed under the studio lights, breathing slow, highly competent cocks already responding to the energy.

The host circled behind the women like a cat.

"Ladies. You've seen your partners' prep reels. You've watched their fluid logs, their rhythm clips, even their edge-hold profiles. You've had your moment to touch -- and now... it's time to guess."

One by one, they approached the pedestal. A warm sphere hovered before each, pulsing in sync with their partner's heartbeat.

Kara went first. She placed her hand on the orb and whispered:

"7.9 liters."

Vessa followed, her brow knit in focus.

"8.4."

Nyli hesitated, bit her lip, then smiled.

"9.2."

Each orb glowed and dimmed, sealing the guess.

The host raised his arms. "Guesses locked. It's time."

Gasps rose from the audience as the males stepped forward into position -- legs slightly apart, vessels angled perfectly beneath them. The women dropped to their knees. The stage lights dimmed except for a single golden spotlight on each pair.

"Milk your partners," the host purred. "Let's see who truly understands their man."

The music pulsed -- low, throbbing, sensuous.

Kara, precise, technical and confident, began with slow, practiced strokes, her hands wrapping around him like a lover's promise. Vessa was sensually indulgent and used her mouth first, swirling her tongue around the tip, coaxing him with wet warmth. The instinctive and playful Nyli gripped her male at the base and whispered something against his skin -- whatever it was, it made him twitch with urgency.

The audience leaned in.

Kara picked up speed, her slick hands twisted in opposing directions along his veiny 18" length, coaxing his heat with practiced pressure.

The host commented, "Oof -- that's some expert edging, Kara. She wants this."

Vessa pressed her breasts against her partner's thighs as she worked. Slowly she tried to take in as much of her male's cock in her mouth -- a challenging task with a 19" shaft that had a girth of 8".

Nyli had him moaning already, her strokes fast, rhythmic, relentless, while she licked its full length of 19.75", as well as swirling her tongue around his balls.

The audience cheered, calling for the men to release. The decibels were rising along with the engorgements.

The pace turned frantic with the rubbing, licking and sucking. The women worked vigorously to get their men to come hard.

Then, with a cry, Nyli's partner came -- thick streams shooting into the vessel. The audience screamed. Moments later, Kara's male followed, his moans deep and guttural. Vessa's partner held on, until her mouth finally managed to seal around him fully and deeply, which brought him crashing down -- the final vessel filled to the 8.3 liter mark.

The audience gasped as the containers shimmered with heat, the slick white fluid still swirling gently as if alive with the aftershock of pleasure.

Cocks were completely drained and down, matching the silence that followed as anticipation grew for the revealing of the guesses.

Then the screen lit up again:

Kara: 7.9

Vessa: 8.4

Nyli: 9.2

The actual volumes blinked beneath:

Kara's partner: 8.1

Vessa's partner: 8.3

Nyli's partner: 9.3

The host strutted back on stage, clapping slowly.

"Well well well. We have a winner."

The spotlight found Nyli, still kneeling, panting, her lips shining with exertion.

"You were off by 0.1. Precision by mouth and mind. The prize... is yours to consume!"

The crowd chanted her name as the vessel was lifted and presented to her. She rose, but while still on her knees, tilted it back.

The fluid was warm, thick, sweet-salty, and poured into her like a blessing. She drank it as if she was parched in a desert. Messily. Guzzling.

Some of it overflowed her open mouth as she couldn't swallow it fast enough, excess running down the sides of her mouth, neck, along her torso, and down her thighs.

Behind her, the other two males approached -- vessels still warm in their hands, poised to follow suit.

Kara and Vessa watched, silent, as the losing males stepped forward... and began to pour their cum all over Nyli, slow thick streams traced lazy trails over her hair, back and shoulders, sliding between her breasts before dripping from her nipples like honeyed rain.

The camera zoomed in on her smile as the liquid snaked along her entire body, pooling beneath her.

She devoured the thick, hot fluid from her vessel like a gift from the gods, while being cum-falled by the other two's yields.

Her body flushed and drenched as she drank every last drop from her man. She circled her lips with her tongue, greedily collecting every last drop.

Nyli glistened under the lights and smiled into the vessel as if it were her crown -- warm, thick, earned.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host grinned, "our Round One Champion advances -- soaked, sated, and ready for Round Two: Float or Fail."

Stay slick, stay sharp -- and don't blink when the fluid flies.

More rounds coming soon from L. Ashen.