Two sisters

Sara lay on the large bed, her back arched, her legs spread wide. Jerome fucked her slowly, deeply, and rhythmically, like clockwork. With every thrust, his huge, shiny, black cock slid all the way into her dripping, white pussy, stretching it perfectly, filling her completely. The thick head pressed against her cervix every time, and Sara felt her inner walls clench around it.

“Yeees… just like that…,” she moaned, her voice hoarse with lust.

In each hand she held another thick black cock—Tyrone and Jamal—and jerked them off alternately, while Darius slid his heavy shaft between her full, oil-glistening tits and slowly fucked his way through the tight valley. The plump, dark glans pushed up to her lips with every thrust. Sara sucked greedily on it, licking the shiny tip, tasting the salty precum.

Malik knelt beside her and kissed her neck, kneading her breasts as he spread oil and lube everywhere. Everything was wet, warm, slippery. The contrast of her white skin against the five deep-black, muscular bodies was breathtaking. Sara’s nipples were rock-hard, her pussy sloshed with every slow thrust from Jerome. And then came the orgasm. It built deep in her lower abdomen, rolling like a wave through her entire body. Sara’s legs began to tremble, her pussy clenched tightly around Jerome’s cock, milking him as if she never wanted to let him go. She screamed—a long, high-pitched, lustful scream—and at that very moment, the door burst open with a crash.

Svenja stormed in. Naked. Covered in cum. Her face, tits, and thighs glistening with the loads from the dance floor. Her eyes were wide open, her voice shrill and full of rage. “That damn wanker!” she bellowed. “I saw him! Florian! Naked! With my dad’s cock in his ass and his dad’s cock in his mouth! That little fucker let his own fathers fuck him while I became everyone’s wedding whore. There is no grand plan! There never was a plan! I’ll never let that little prick touch me again!”

She was breathing heavily, fists clenched, tears of rage in her eyes. Then her gaze wandered across the bed—over Sara’s face contorted with pleasure, over Jerome’s huge black cock, which was still thrusting slowly and deeply into Sara’s cunt, over the four other gleaming giant cocks that were all around them.

Svenja’s voice suddenly grew softer, but no less angry. “And now, little sister… I want what you’ve got there. Give me some.”

Sara, in the middle of her climax, just laughed hoarsely. She didn’t give a damn. Jerome didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her in that slow, perfect rhythm while she turned her head to the side and took Tyrone’s and Jamal’s cockheads into her mouth one after the other. Tyrone’s suddenly twitched. Sara sucked harder, letting the first thick spurt shoot directly onto her tongue, then she pulled him out and deliberately aimed the rest at her throat and face. Hot, white fountains splashed against her skin, ran down her neck, dripped between her tits. She moaned with pleasure while Jerome kept fucking her through her orgasm.

“Then come here, sister,” Sara gasped with a cum-smeared grin. “Take what you need.”

And Svenja took it. The next five hours were pure, raw, lustful ecstasy.

Svenja became wilder than Sara had ever been. She wanted it hard. She wanted it deep. She wanted it all. After just a few minutes, she was on all fours, Tyrone in her pussy and Malik in her ass. The two huge black cocks fucked her simultaneously, literally tearing her apart. Svenja screamed, howled, came in a never-ending stream of orgasms. Her body was shaken to its core, her tits swayed, cum and lube spurted out with every thrust. The other three men took turns—in her mouth, between her tits, in her hands. Everything glistened. Everything was wet. Everything was loud.

Sara lay next to her, being fucked gently but deeply by Darius and Jamal, while she watched her sister being completely torn apart. She smiled. For the first time in years, she truly smiled. Eventually, after endless orgasms, both sisters slowly came down. The five men carefully laid Svenja down on the bed next to Sara. Sara lay there, completely glazed in cum, her body still trembling, her pussy and asshole gaping open, red and shiny. She looked at her little sister—her face just as covered in cum, just as happy.

“I love you, big sister,” Svenja whispered softly. She leaned forward and gave Sara a very gentle, sisterly kiss on the forehead. Nothing perverse. Just pure, deep, honest sisterly love. “I love you too, little princess,” Sara whispered back and brushed a sticky strand of hair from her face. The five professionals continued to pamper them for hours afterward—gently, lovingly, oilily, tenderly. They massaged them, kissed them, licked them clean, filled them slowly and deeply, until both sisters were just moaning and laughing with happiness. There had never been a wedding night like this before.

In the end, Svenja and Sara fell asleep in each other’s arms. The five giants had achieved what years of therapy could never have done: the sisters loved each other again. Truly. Deeply. Inseparably. They still argued often later on—loudly, fiercely, just like before. But as their bellies slowly grew rounder, they felt more connected than ever. Sara became a mother a month before Svenja. For the birth, Lisa and Jan sent them a huge poster: Sara and Jerome during a photo shoot, at the exact moment he pulled his wet, shiny black cock out of her dripping pussy and thick cum oozed out in long strands. Both children were clearly darker. Much darker.

Florian became the official babysitter. He lovingly took care of the two little ones while Svenja and Sara went to countless parties with Jerome and the others. There, they were often the main attraction—two beautiful, white sisters getting fucked by black cocks until they were nothing but happy, drooling, cum-filled holes. And they were happy. Really happy.

The End