Wet T Shirt

Both sisters stood there panting, their mouths still wet and glistening from the wild kisses, their tits red and shiny from strangers’ hands, their glowing red asses bare, and their pussies dripping.

Lisa pretended to be arguing with Friend 1. She shook her head and said loud enough for everyone to hear: “Oh, come on! That’s no way to prove who’s the horniest.”

Girlfriend 1 laughed and pointed at Svenja. “Of course she’s the horniest! Look at her—the little princess just wrapped everyone around her little finger.”

Lisa grinned widely and shook her head vigorously. “No, no, no. It’s clearly Sara. The older sister has way more fire and knows exactly how to drive a guy wild.”

Sara, who was still trembling slightly and whose pussy was visibly glistening, heard this and raised an eyebrow. Friend 2 immediately chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement: “The only way to decide is with a contest. A real wet T-shirt contest!”

Lisa feigned surprise and asked innocently, “But what does the winner get, and what do the losers have to do?”

Friend 3, who had drawn inspiration from the porn playing in the background while they were planning, suddenly pulled three items out of her bag with a grin: two vibrating eggs, two pairs of handcuffs, and a small remote control.

“The winner gets the remote control,” she said cheerfully. “And the last two losers from the group will have these stuck in their pussies and their hands tied behind their backs. Then the losers have to dance as go-go dancers in the cage wearing the white, wet shirts. Who’s in?”

Svenja and Sara exchanged a quick glance. The rivalry flared up. “Of course, all of us!” they both shouted almost simultaneously.

Lisa smiled sweetly and raised her hand. “I think there should be two losers. There are five of us girls plus Sara and Svenja—so seven participants. One winner, and so the losers aren’t alone, the two of them have to dance together in the cage.”

Friend 3 was immediately all for it, her eyes lighting up. “Yes! And without bras, of course! The wet shirts should get really nice and see-through!” The friends cheered enthusiastically. To them, it was still just a crazy, fun game.

Lisa flashed her sweetest, most innocent smile. “Alright then, girls. Put on the shirts—and no bras. This is going to be legendary.”

The girls changed into the special shirts Jan had gotten in the small changing room. They were long, white, extremely thin cotton shirts that reached well past their butts. If they’d been sober and thinking clearly, they would have immediately noticed that these shirts were different—way too thin, way too see-through when they got wet. But no one was sober anymore.

On the bride’s shirt it said: Last Night

On the sister’s shirt it said: Big Sister

And on the friends’ shirts: Team Bride

Sara’s and Svenja’s panties and bras had long since disappeared into the crowd. The long shirts perfectly concealed the fact that both sisters were completely naked underneath. Lisa put two crotchless panties on them that were relatively wide—you could still clearly see their asses and pussies through them.

The seven gorgeous women walked onto the brightly lit stage, just as Lisa had previously arranged with the club owner. The host and the DJ immediately directed the entire club’s attention toward them.

“Ladies and gentlemen… the time has come! The big Wet T-Shirt Contest of the evening with our beautiful bride and her hot bridesmaids!”

Lisa was the first to bravely step forward. She started dancing right at the edge of the stage, lasciviously and confidently. She was wearing a wide, black thong that no one could see because the long shirt covered everything. The crowd cheered immediately.

The others quickly realized that Lisa was drawing all the attention to herself. One by one, they also went to the edge of the stage and joined in the dancing.

Svenja’s four friends were wearing matching tiny white panties with perverted slogans on the front:

Friend 1: “Horny Cum Whore”

Friend 2: “Free Use Slut”

Friend 3: “Gangbang Target”

Friend 4: “Public Fuckhole”

Lisa had told everyone beforehand to shave properly, “just in case the panties flash.” All four were shaved smooth and thought the idea was great when Lisa told them about it. They could still wear the panties that evening for their partners.

Svenja and Sara danced like two horny sluts on stage—their long, loose shirts fluttered high enough with every spin that the entire crowd had a clear view from below of their glowing red, freshly spanked asses and dripping, bare-shaved pussies. The crotchless panties sat low on their hips, the fabric stretching tightly over their mons pubis before disappearing completely between their butt cheeks. The open crotches left their swollen, glistening labia and wet holes completely exposed—with every hip sway, the dripping pussies slapped lightly against each other.

Jan had positioned his cameras perfectly. Six of the seven women were projected live onto the giant screens—only Lisa remained deliberately out of sight. And just as the two sisters bent over with their backs to the audience and spread their legs, the cameras zoomed in mercilessly close.

On the screens, the perverse inscriptions on their crotchless panties appeared in bold, white letters—clearly legible to everyone in the room:

Front (directly above the open pussies):

SARA:

“CUMDUMP BRIDE – KNOCK ME UP RAW”

SVENJA:

“FREE USE PUSSY – Unprotected Today”

Back (across the buttocks, directly above the crack):

SARA: “PULL APART & CUM INSIDE” with a large “♠ Black Queen of Spades” symbol to the right and small handprints as a frame

SVENJA: Bride-Pussy Warmer with two arrows on her ass.

The crowd cheered wildly. The text lit up huge on the screens while the two sisters continued to dance, their wet pussies glistening in the spotlight, and thick strands of lust stretched from their labia down to their thighs. Every time they swirled their hips, the letters moved with them—as if the panties themselves were screaming, “Fuck us!”

The crowd was already going wild.