The selection match.

The men grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart. A third man reached round from behind and grabbed her arse, spreading her cheeks wide apart. Sara gasped, trying to fight back, but she had no proper grip in the water. The men dived right underneath her and looked up. Through their clear goggles, they could see every tiny detail crystal clear.

Sara’s cunt was slightly open, the outer labia plump and swollen, the inner lips longer and deep pink and slightly parted. Even more striking, however, was what lay directly above it. Beside her tight, dark pink arsehole stood out the fresh, jet-black Queen of Spades ♠ tattoo – small, but razor-sharp and impossible to miss. A murmur went through the men. “Fuck… look at that…” “Big sis’s got a Queen of Spades… right on her arsehole…” “I’d never have thought that of Sara…”

The men stared spellbound at the symbol. It was perfectly placed – just a centimetre from her rosebud, so that anyone taking her from behind would immediately see that this arsehole was reserved exclusively for black cocks. Could she destroy her reputation any further?

Sara was still hanging there, trembling, between the ten naked bodies, her mature cunt spread wide and pulsing. The fingers in her pussy thrust deep one last time, curling right over her G-spot, whilst the thumb in her arsehole twisted rhythmically. Her entire lower abdomen exploded. A hot, convulsive orgasm shot through her, her pussy walls greedily milking the foreign fingers, her clit throbbing like mad, and a thick gush of her own juices squirted into the pool water – immediately washed away, but the twitching remained. Her arsehole clenched so tightly around the two fingers that the lad could barely pull them out. Sara’s eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her heavy tits bobbing wildly in the water, her dark nipples rock-hard and painfully sensitive.

At that very moment, Lisa shouted: “That’s enough now!”

Svenja, who was groping blindly in the water just a metre away, giggling, her own young cunt still swollen and wet from all the hands, turned her head towards Lisa and laughed innocently. “Haha, what? Stop? But I haven’t even found him yet, Fabian!” She naturally thought she meant the game – or that Fabian had had enough of the teasing.

Lisa, at the edge of the pool, immediately shot the boys a sharp glare. A single stern look from her was enough. The fingers slowly, almost reluctantly, withdrew from Sara’s holes; the hard cocks slid away from her tits and her arse. The boys retreated a little, but were still grinning beneath their snorkels – they knew full well that Sara had just come, that her cunt was still lying open and twitching, that her arsehole was slowly closing again.

Sara was infinitely grateful to Lisa at that moment. Rescue had only come after she’d come – after she’d been taken apart like a cheap slut and fingered to orgasm in front of all ten boys. But never mind. She’d got through it. Her body was still trembling, her cunt throbbing, empty and sensitive, her legs feeling like jelly. “Thanks, Lisa… thanks…”

Lisa grinned broadly, leaned forward and shouted loudly across the pool so that everyone could hear:

“Fabian said that his beloved future bride would never find him like this! He suggests that he now join the boys. No boy is allowed to say anything – not a single word! Svenja is allowed to do anything… and Fabian emphasised the word ‘anything’… to eliminate one boy after another. The last one left will then be allowed to give her a proper, steamy taste of the wedding night. Anyone who gets eliminated must leave the area immediately!”

Lisa winked conspiratorially at the boys and pointed her finger at the shallow area right next to the pool, where the water was only knee-deep and everyone would be perfectly visible. “Over there is the elimination zone. Come on, Svenja – show us how well you recognise your Fabian!”

Svenja froze in the middle of the water. She felt hot and cold at the same time. Her heart was racing, her young tits rose and fell rapidly, her stiff nipples throbbing. “Oh God… what does he mean by that?” she whispered softly, more to herself. Her cunt clenched at the thought; a fresh surge of her lust welled up and vanished into the water. “He’ll say something if I go too far, won’t he? After all, he’s just touched me in front of everyone… kneaded my tits, touched my cunt… he wants it too…”

Her cheeks flushed, her thighs rubbed unconsciously against each other. The thought that she was now allowed to ‘eliminate’ them one by one – doing whatever she wanted – made her so horny that her clit stood out hard and throbbing once more.

Lisa winked at the group once more, her voice growing a little deeper and more suggestive: “And Svenja… Fabian has a little surprise for you that you’ll find out about in a moment. So come on, bride – show us how you recognise your man!”

The lads grinned broadly, swimming slowly into position to form a tight circle around Svenja. Ten hard, thick cocks jutted up from beneath the water, waiting to see what the unsuspecting bride would do with them next. Sara stood trembling beside her, her own cunt still open and throbbing from the orgasm.

Svenja stood trembling in the water at the edge of the pool, her eyes still firmly blindfolded, her naked body glowing with excitement and shame. Her young, plump tits rose and fell rapidly, her stiff nipples jutting out hard, sensitive from all the previous touching. Between her thighs, her cunt was still throbbing – the thick labia swollen and slightly parted, her clit hard and pulsing, even though the pool water washed away any moisture immediately. She was the only one who still believed Fabian was somewhere among the boys.

With a nervous, lustful giggle, she stretched out her hands and felt her way forward blindly. Her fingers landed first on the broad, muscular chest of the first boy. Underwater, the skin felt silky-smooth, almost like warm velvet – no resistance, no friction. She stroked it slowly, searching for the small, barely noticeable scar Fabian had from an old bicycle accident. “Fabian… is that you?” she whispered uncertainly. The chest was firm, the muscles beneath hard and taut, but the fine chest hair… damn, could you even feel it? In the water it was almost invisible, soft and pressed flat against the skin, little more than a faint tickle beneath her fingertips. It all felt the same – smooth, masculine, unfamiliar.

“Damn… this isn’t working,” she murmured softly, her cheeks burning with shame and lust. She went deeper, her hand gliding over the boy’s flat, hard stomach, feeling the taut six-pack muscles contracting beneath her fingers. Her fingertips searched desperately for the scar… and then it happened. Suddenly her hand plunged deeper, too deep – and closed around something hot, thick, pulsating. A hard, swollen cock.

The glans was plump and round, the skin taut, the veins thick and throbbing beneath her fingers. The cock twitched in her hand, hot and rock-hard. Svenja’s fingers automatically tightened their grip, feeling the weight, the heat, the slight upward curve. The glans pressed against her palm, a small drop of precum released – immediately washed away by the water, but she felt the thick, smooth tip nonetheless. She froze.

At that very moment, the ten boys and Lisa burst into loud, lecherous laughter. Water splashed, diving goggles glinted, hard cocks bobbed all around her.

Lisa shouted loudly and gleefully from the edge of the pool: “I’d say you’ve found Fabian’s surprise, Svenja! We’re all mega excited to see what you’ll do with this new opportunity. And remember – Fabian emphasised ‘everything’. Anything goes, babe!”

Svenja gasped, her hand still clenched tightly around the stranger’s hard cock. Her heart was racing; she felt hot and cold at the same time, her cunt clenched spasmodically, a fresh surge of her own lust flowed out and vanished into the water. Her tits rose and fell, her nipples throbbing painfully. She didn’t know that Fabian wasn’t even there – she still thought this was his naughty prank, his surprise, that he was making her so naked and horny here in front of all the boys.

“Oh… oh God… Fabian… is… is that a cock?” she stammered, her voice trembling with shame and pure, horny excitement. Her fingers moved ever so gently, slowly stroking the shaft, feeling every thick vein, the swollen glans throbbing in her hand. Ten hard cocks now stood erect right around her – thick, heavy, dripping with lust – and she had the first one right in her hand.

Sara was standing just a metre away. She watched as her little sister, completely unaware, clasped the first stranger’s cock, and a new, hot shiver ran through Sara’s body. “She still doesn’t know… oh God, she’s about to take all ten…”

Lisa grinned widely, leaned forward and licked her lips. The sight was simply perfect: the unsuspecting, naked bride, her hand clenched tightly around a stranger’s rock-hard cock, whilst ten more were just waiting for her to carry on.

“Come on, Svenja,” Lisa called suggestively. “Anything goes. Show us how you turn the lads away… or how you keep them.”