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Svenja stood in front of the spanking box, swaying slightly. Her short denim skirt was still hiked up and wedged over her hips, leaving her bare butt clearly visible to everyone within sight.

Her butt glowed a deep, even cherry red—almost verging on purple. After twenty hard strokes, her skin was hot and taut, each cheek slightly swollen. With every slight movement, she felt a warm, burning throb that pulled deep into her flesh. The imprints of the palms were still clearly visible, some spots glistening slightly. It burned, but it was no longer an unpleasant pain—more like a constant, hot tingling that spread deeper into her lower abdomen with every passing second.

The **** did the rest. Of the ten shots with a kiss, she had drunk most of them herself. The vodka glowed warm and heavy in her stomach, making her head pleasantly foggy and her thoughts sluggish and soft. Her cheeks were permanently flushed, her lips slightly swollen and glossy. She felt light, tingly, and at the same time strangely listless.

Then an attractive woman in her mid-thirties approached her with a green coin—long dark hair, sensual lips, a knowing smile.

Without saying a word, the woman placed a hand on Svenja’s flushed cheek, gently pulled her head toward her, and kissed her.

The kiss began tenderly… and quickly grew intense. The woman slid her tongue slowly but firmly into Svenja’s mouth, playing around her tongue, sucking gently on it, and exploring every corner. The kiss grew deeper, wetter, hungrier. The woman sucked on Svenja’s lower lip, licked it, pushed her tongue even further inside, and kissed her so passionately that Svenja sighed softly into her mouth. Saliva bound their lips together; a long, shiny thread stretched between them as the woman finally pulled away.

Svenja stood there, her eyes half-closed, her lips red and swollen, a thin thread of saliva still hanging from her chin. Her head was spinning slightly from the **** and the intense kiss.

All the coins had been distributed. Svenja’s butt was glowing deep red, her tits were already slightly swollen and gleaming from all the hands, and the vodka was swirling pleasantly warm in her head.

Lisa clapped her hands and called out cheerfully:

“Okay, enough groping! Time for the next game: Hot Wire – Heart Edition!”

A large, heart-shaped wire frame was set up. The player stood on the left, Svenja on the right. The goal was to be the first to reach the center of the heart with a metal ring—without touching the wire.

Girlfriend 2 and Girlfriend 3 had connected the wires incorrectly in their haste. Actually, the man was supposed to get a mild electric shock upon contact, and Svenja a gentle vibration in her panties. Instead, everything was reversed.

At first, nobody noticed.

First Player

A friendly man in his 30s put on the ring. When he lightly touched the wire, Svenja flinched—but only pleasantly. A warm, deep vibration shot through her vibrating panties straight to her clit and into her pussy. She sighed softly and even smiled.

“That feels… not bad at all,” she murmured.

Second and third players

The next two men also touched the wire several times. Each time, Svenja’s panties vibrated more intensely. The vibrations were deep, rhythmic, and extremely pleasurable. Svenja bit her lower lip and pressed her thighs together slightly. Her breathing grew heavier.

Lisa watched everything closely. When a fourth man touched the wire for longer and Svenja suddenly flinched sensitively, closed her eyes briefly, and let out a small, telltale moan, she noticed.

Lisa smiled knowingly and stepped up next to the next man in line.

“Hey… I’ll let you in on a trick,” she whispered in his ear. “Move very slowly toward the center and keep contact the whole time. That’s the surefire way to win.”

The man grinned and nodded.

“Got it,” he whispered to Lisa and stepped up to the heart-shaped frame.

He guided the ring very slowly and deliberately over the wire. Deliberate, prolonged contact. The ring touched the wire almost the entire time.

Svenja flinched as the vibration in her panties suddenly became strong and deep. A warm, rhythmic pulse shot straight into her clit and deep into her pussy. She gasped sharply.

The man reached the center first. He won.

From now on, there were only winners. And what was the prize? An intense kiss with a little fumbling. Word had gotten around. Every player now moved deliberately slowly, keeping the ring on the wire as long as possible and winning almost automatically. The game had become a mere pretext.

And the kisses grew more and more intense.

The tall man stepped in front of Svenja, placed a hand on her glowing red butt cheek, and pulled her close. He kissed her deeply and demandingly. His tongue slowly penetrated her mouth, playing around her tongue, sucking gently on it. At the same time, he kneaded her bare breast under her pulled-up shirt lovingly but firmly. Svenja moaned softly into his mouth. She was immediately on the verge of orgasm again. A woman in her mid-thirties. She kissed Svenja tenderly but hungrily. Her tongue was soft and curious; she sucked on Svenja’s lower lip, licked over her teeth, and kissed her so intensely that Svenja whimpered softly. The woman reached both hands under Svenja’s shirt and massaged her bare breasts slowly and sensually, circling her thumbs over the hard nipples. Svenja’s legs trembled. She was on the verge of it again. Another man. He kissed her so intensely that Svenja could barely breathe. His tongue was demanding and deep; he sucked on her tongue and gently bit her lower lip. Both hands rested on her bare breasts, kneading them slowly and rhythmically, pulling her nipples taut and rolling them between his fingers. Svenja whimpered loudly into his mouth. Her whole body tensed. She was so close to coming that her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Every kiss grew longer, wetter, hotter. Svenja was now nothing more than a trembling, moaning object of desire.

Her mouth was constantly occupied, her tongue played with by foreign tongues, her bare tits lovingly but persistently massaged and kneaded, her glowing red ass caressed and squeezed. The vibrating panties buzzed incessantly at the highest setting.

She was on the verge of orgasm. Always. With every kiss. With every touch.

Her pussy was now dripping visibly down her thighs. Her nipples were rock-hard and hypersensitive. Her breath came in short, **** gasps. She whimpered and moaned softly into every mouth that pressed against hers, and involuntarily pressed her ass against the strangers’ hands. She was on the verge of coming… and yet she didn’t. Not yet. Lisa watched it all with a sweet, innocent smile.

Sara stood next to Lisa, arms crossed, watching her little sister with narrowed eyes. Then she leaned toward Lisa and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Svenja to hear: “Look at your little sister… she’s making out on purpose and doesn’t even want to win anymore. She’s really enjoying this, the little slut.”

Svenja spun around. Her cheeks were already flushed from the **** and all the kissing. The words hit her hard.

“Just because no one wants to kiss you, you’re jealous!” she snapped back. “You old hag!”

Sara froze for a moment. Then her face turned bright red with rage. “I’ll show you who can get more guys here!” she hissed.

Sara grabbed the first man she saw, pulled him toward her, and began kissing him. At first, she was still relatively reserved—a long, intense kiss. The man placed his hands on her hips. Sara grew bolder, pressed herself against him, and let her hands glide over his chest.

Svenja didn’t want to be outdone. She also pulled the next man toward her and kissed him. At first just with closed lips, then slowly deeper. Her tongue touched his cautiously.

The kisses grew longer. The sisters grew bolder.

Svenja was the first to place her hands on the man’s ass and pull him closer to her. Sara followed suit and reached for the guy in front of her, grabbing his crotch. The men sensed the invitation and grew bolder as well. Hands rested on the sisters’ bare breasts, gently kneading them, stroking their stiff nipples. Other hands slid over their glowing red asses and squeezed them. The kisses grew wetter, deeper, hornier.

Tongues played with each other, sucking, licking. Moans mingled with the kisses. Svenja and Sara pressed themselves closer and closer to the men, rubbing against them, while strange hands massaged their bare breasts and kneaded their hot buttocks. Svenja moaned loudly into the man’s mouth, her hips circling involuntarily. Sara did the same, her breath coming in gasps.

The two sisters were now completely caught up in their horny frenzy. Sara threw her head back and moaned loudly as the man’s thick fingers thrust deep into her dripping wet pussy—thanks to Lisa’s firm hand, which pressed his middle finger in all the way to the knuckle. “Fuck her good,” Lisa hissed lustfully in his ear as she pushed Sara’s skirt even higher, exposing her plump, bare ass for all to see. The sister’s tight, hot pussy greedily sucked on his fingers; slippery juices ran down her thighs in thick strands and dripped onto the floor.

Her sister (the one with the slightly smaller but perfect tits) was getting it just as hard from the second guy—her tongue fucked wildly with his while he spread her bare ass cheeks apart and rammed two fingers into her soaking wet slit. Both girls pressed themselves tighter against the strangers’ bodies, their legs trembling, their knees going weak. Saliva ran down their chins; the kisses were so wet and smacking that you could hear them all the way in the corner.

Lisa did the rest. She crept around the two sisters as quietly as a cat, the perfect, invisible assistant. First, she deftly undid Sara’s bra clasp and pulled the straps over her shoulders, so that Sara’s heavy C-cup breasts were completely exposed and freely accessible. Lisa was in her element. Then she reached for both girls’ skirts, undid the buttons and zippers, and pushed the fabric up past their hips. The skirts hung there like useless sashes. Next, she slowly and deliberately pulled both of their panties aside, exposing their dripping, glistening pussies. She knelt briefly behind Sara, spreading her legs even wider. “That’s good… show them your hot pussy,” she murmured, guiding the man’s hand even deeper inside. Then she switched to the other sister in a flash, pushed up her shirt, and briefly kneaded the hard nipples herself before guiding the men’s hands back there. The two sisters were now moaning in unison, their bodies trembling, their wet pussies slapping loudly with every finger thrust.

Lisa even guided the man’s hand on Svenja directly between her legs. She pressed his fingers firmly against Sara’s wet slit and pushed two of them deep into her pussy with gentle pressure. Sara moaned loudly into the man’s mouth as the fingers penetrated her.

Girlfriend 1 stood just two meters away and was stunned. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Girlfriend 2, on the other hand, had long since taken Lisa’s phone. She was discreetly filming everything, carefully making sure Lisa was never in the shot. She zoomed in close on the dripping pussies, the jiggling tits, and the deep French kisses. A small, excited smile played on her lips.

Lisa had found an ally here.

The men were getting bolder and bolder.

The guy with Svenja shoved two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy and fucked her slowly and rhythmically while he kneaded her bare tits and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth.

The man with Sara thrust his fingers hard and deep into her pussy while he squeezed her tits and kneaded her ass.

Both sisters moaned loudly into the strangers’ mouths, their hips circling, their legs trembling. Their bare, glowing red asses wiggled with every movement, their pussies sloshing wetly around the strangers’ fingers.

Svenja came first—hard and trembling. A long, stifled moan escaped into the man’s mouth as her pussy spasmed around his fingers and a gush of her juices ran over his hand and her thigh.

Just seconds later, Sara exploded too. She screamed softly into the kiss, her body trembling, her pussy milking the man’s fingers while her juices fell to the floor in thick drops.

The two sisters stood there, breathing heavily, their mouths still wet and shiny from the wild kisses, their tits red and glistening from strangers’ hands, their glowing red asses bare, and their pussies dripping and open.

The friends stared at them—a mixture of fascination, shock, and arousal.

Lisa just smiled her sweetest, most innocent smile.

“Well… that was a nice game, wasn’t it?”