Sara can also be seen naked

Sara swam close behind her unsuspecting sister, her own naked body an open secret that tormented her more with every passing second. Unlike Svenja, Sara knew exactly what the ten boys underwater were seeing through their goggles and snorkels—and she hated it. And at the same time... damn it, it turned her on.

She kept her movements small, almost stiff, her arms close to her body, her thighs not spread too wide. No big strokes, no provocative wiggling of her ass. But the water gave her away anyway. The boys circled around her like hungry fish, their faces just inches from her bare skin. Through the clear lenses of their goggles, they could see everything, mercilessly sharp, because the pool water left no droplets, no glare—just pure, exposed pussies and asses in crystal-clear view.

Sara felt the stares like fingers on her skin. Her more mature tits, heavier than Svenja’s, hung loosely in the water, the dark, thick areolas contracted by the cold, the nipples stiff and long like little fingers. Her stomach was flat, but the mound of pubic hair below was plump and shaved—the outer labia thick and fleshy, slightly swollen, because her body had long since betrayed what her mind still wanted to deny. If she turned just a tiny bit, her cunt gaped open: the inner lips pink and smooth, the clit already a small, hard button that pulsed with every slight movement of the water. And her ass... round, wide, with a deep crevice where the boys could see her tight, wrinkled asshole, which kept contracting out of shame.

“That’s the price,” she thought desperately as she gently pushed Svenja further into the center of the crowd. “It’ll be much worse for Svenja. The little one is the bride who’s being completely paraded around here. My nakedness is just the… the collateral damage. Just the price.” But her body was lying to her. A deep, hot ache began to pull between her thighs, spreading from her clit deep into her lower abdomen. Her pussy was slowly getting wet—not from the pool water, but from within. She felt her inner walls contract, as a first drop of her own lust broke free and was immediately washed away by the water. Still, the feeling remained: wet, empty, hungry.

And the guys... oh God, the guys. Sara watched closely. Their cocks, which had initially hung limply between their legs, were slowly, relentlessly hardening. One after another. Thick, heavy shafts rising up, the heads plump and gleaming underwater, the veins clearly visible. Ten hard cocks in a single big cock soup, in which she and her sister were swimming naked. One of the boys dove right under Sara’s ass, his face just an inch away from her gaping pussy. She saw his cock snap stiffly upward as he did so, the glans nearly grazing her labia. Another swam alongside her, staring straight at her tits while his own hard cock bobbed in the water and small air bubbles rose from his snorkel.

Sara bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. “This isn’t hot. This is just… just for Svenja. I’m sacrificing myself. I’m letting them watch me so my little sister gets exposed even more.” But the tugging in her crotch grew stronger. Her clit was throbbing hard now, her labia felt thicker, more sensitive. She stood naked with her sister in a pool full of hardening cocks, and every one of the guys could see every fold of her pussy, every twitch of her asshole, every little goosebump on her tits.

Svenja continued to giggle cluelessly in front of her, wading blindly through the water, her own young pussy wide open for all to see. Sara pushed her a little further forward, right into the arms of one of the guys, whose stiff cock was now clearly visible, pressing against Svenja’s thigh. And as she did so, Sara felt one of the other guys swim up very close behind her—his hard cock just millimeters from her ass.

Her breathing quickened. The inner struggle raged. “I mustn’t get turned on. I mustn’t.” But her pussy tightened again, hungry, treacherous, and she knew: the boys saw it. They saw everything.

Svenja continued splashing through the warm pool water like an exuberant, blind kitten, laughter bubbling from her throat, high-pitched and horny. She was still having a blast, even though she couldn’t find her Fabian anywhere—the blindfolds turned everything into an exciting game, her bare tits bobbing heavily in the water with every uncertain step, her stiff nipples hard as little pebbles. Her plump young girl’s ass wiggled with every step, her cheeks spreading slightly and giving the boys underwater, through their diving goggles, the perfect view of her rosy, smooth pussy, whose thick labia gently parted with every movement. No shine, no drop—just pure, wet, exposed pussy skin, mercilessly revealed in the clear pool water.

Suddenly she stretched out her arms, groping blindly forward—and her hands landed directly on Sara’s bare, heavy tits. Svenja grabbed them without realizing it, her fingers closing around her sister’s full, soft mounds of flesh, squeezing the hard, dark nipples. The thick areolas felt hot and stiff beneath her palms, the tits themselves so plump and heavy that they gave slightly in the water.

“Ohhh!” squealed Svenja in surprise, squeezing them briefly once more, then pulling her hands away and bursting into loud, innocent laughter. “That’s not him! Those were tits, definitely tits! Give me my punishment treasure, Fabian, you coward! Punish me properly when I finally find you!”

Sara froze in the middle of the water. Her own tits were still burning from her little sister’s touch—her nipples throbbing, hard and long, as if Svenja’s fingers had fed them direct electric shocks. She touched me. She groped my bare tits and thinks it’s just a game. Sara’s pussy clenched at the thought, a hot, telltale twitch deep inside. The boys saw everything. They circled even closer, their goggles just inches from Sara’s gaping slit. Her mature pussy was now really swollen—the outer lips thick and fleshy, the inner ones pink and smooth, slightly open, so the boys could see the wet, hungry opening right away. Her asshole contracted rhythmically, small and wrinkled, while ten hard cocks bobbed around her in the water, thick veins pulsing, glans plump and dark.

Sara bit her lower lip; her inner struggle raged harder than ever before. This is only for Svenja. I’m sacrificing myself. My nakedness is the price so that the little girl is paraded around even more. I mustn’t get horny. I mustn’t. But her body betrayed her mercilessly. The tugging in her crotch was now a deep, throbbing desire. Her clit stood out hard, a small, sensitive button that rubbed against the current with every slight movement of the water. She felt her pussy slowly getting really wet—not from the pool, but from within, a hot, creamy film forming and immediately washed away by the water, only to make way for more right away. She stood naked in a pool of cum, ten stiff, throbbing cocks surrounding her, and every single one of the guys could see every fold of her hot, mature pussy, every twitch of her asshole, every goosebump on her heavy tits.

Right at that moment, Lisa called out loudly and gleefully from the edge of the pool: “Fabian! You’ve got to get closer, you wimp! You can tease your fiancée a little—let her catch you and kiss you, otherwise she’ll never find you! Come on, guys, give him a hand! The bride wants her sweetheart!”

Lisa had barely finished speaking when the pool exploded with pure, horny chaos energy. The ten guys didn’t need a second invitation. With a collective, suppressed grin beneath their snorkels, they swam closer like a swarm of hungry predators—and exploited the opportunity mercilessly.

Svenja was still giggling, oblivious, stretching out her arms, paddling blindly through the water. “Fabian, where are youuu? Come here, I want to kiss you!”

The first boy swam right up to her from the front. His hands “accidentally” slid underwater over her heavy, bouncing tits. He kneaded them really hard, squeezed the plump mounds of flesh together, and twisted her stiff nipples between his thumb and index finger. Svenja squealed, her body jerked, but she just laughed loudly: “Fabian! You pig! Those are my tits—you’re not supposed to do that so hard!” Her nipples grew even harder, throbbing under his touch, and a hot shiver shot straight into her pussy.

The next one was already there. From behind, a second body pressed against her, his large hands resting on her plump ass. He spread her cheeks wide apart, plunged his face right between them, and stared through his diving goggles at her tight, rosy asshole, which contracted rhythmically with fear and excitement. His fingers slid deeper, stroking the girl’s thick, swollen pussy, parting her labia, and briefly rubbing her clit. Svenja moaned, her knees going weak in the water. “Fabian… oh God, that feels… so good… you’re so naughty today!”

She was completely at their mercy. The guys took turns, one after the other. Hands everywhere. One kneaded her tits from the side, almost sucking on a nipple, while another grabbed her ass from below and slid two fingers briefly into her wet slit—only up to the first knuckle, but deep enough that Svenja spread her legs and gasped loudly. A third guy dove right underneath her, his hard, throbbing cock grazing her open pussy; the head slid once between her labia without penetrating, just as a hot, thick promise. The whole time, Svenja thought it was Fabian—her fiancé—finally teasing her. “Yes… Fabian… keep going… I’m getting all… all tingly…”