Back to Svenja.

Sara felt their stares like burning fingers on her skin. She knew all ten of them were watching her now. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, a deep, hot ache spreading through her. They can see everything… they can see me sucking Jerome’s cock… how I’m fucking him with my tits… Her cheeks burned with shame, but her hips kept circling anyway, rubbing her swollen clit against the inside of her own thigh, clearly visible in the knee-deep water. She lifted her arse higher. The lads could clearly see the Queen of Spades next to her tight, dark hole.

She pulled her mouth back a little, letting the thick glans slip from her lips with a soft plop. A long thread of saliva still connected her lower lip to the swollen tip. Sara glanced briefly at the boys – ten pairs of eyes, ten hard cocks bobbing stiffly in the water again. Then she lowered her gaze back to Jerome’s monster and took it deep into her mouth once more, sucking harder, licking more greedily. She continued to suck, deep and rhythmic, her tits grinding against his shaft, her hand milking the lower part. Jerome’s cock was now rock-hard, the veins thick and throbbing, the glans swollen and gleaming. He wasn’t allowed to come – not yet – but Sara could feel how close he already was, how he was twitching in her mouth.

Lisa swam slowly straight towards Svenja. The girl was still standing there, trembling and disoriented, her eyes tightly blindfolded, her young, plump tits rising and falling rapidly, her stiff nipples hard and red from all the previous touches. Ten hard cocks stood erect in a circle around her, but Svenja hadn’t excluded a single boy yet. She simply held the first stranger’s cock in her hand, stroking it uncertainly and not daring to go any further.

Lisa tapped her gently on the shoulder. Svenja flinched.

“Don’t be scared, it’s me, Lisa,” she whispered directly into her ear, warm and familiar, whilst her hand stroked reassuringly over Svenja’s bare back. “I’m here to help you, sweetie.”

Svenja turned her head blindly in her direction, her voice trembling with excitement and lust. “Lisa…? What… what are you doing here?”

Lisa smiled wickedly and began to whisper softly but insistently, every word directly into Svenja’s ear, whilst at the same time stroking her fingers very lightly over Svenja’s stiff nipples – just as if she were soothing them. “Svenja… who organised the party?”

“Fabian!” Svenja replied immediately, a small, nervous giggle in her voice.

“Who chose the venue and invited everyone?”

“Fabian!”

“Who suggested the game and teased you like that the whole time?”

“Fabian!”

“Who lined the lads up and made them take their trousers off while they stand naked in a circle around you?”

“Fabian!”

“Who told you to use every means at your disposal, because this is supposed to be your big adventure before the wedding?”

“Fabian…,” Svenja breathed, her voice already growing softer, more aroused.

Lisa grinned broadly and let her hand slide lower, stroking very lightly over Svenja’s flat stomach, right up to just above her pubic mound. “And who’s here to help you and look after you?”

Svenja hesitated for a tiny moment. “Fabian…?”

Lisa laughed softly, warmly and seductively right into her ear. “No, sweetie… me. So trust me. I’ll watch over you. And right now, Fabian is showing me exactly that you need to be braver. Much braver. He wants you to really let yourself go. To use everything you’ve got. Your hands… your mouth… your tits… your cunt… everything. This is his gift to you. His big, horny adventure. And I’m here to make sure you savour every moment of it.”

Svenja gasped. Her cunt visibly tightened, her inner labia parted a little wider, a fresh surge of her own lust welled up and vanished immediately into the pool water. Her cheeks glowed fiery red beneath the blindfold, her tits bobbing with every rapid breath.

“But… but I… I thought…”, she stammered, yet her hand, still clasping the first hard cock, began to pump slowly of its own accord.

Lisa kissed her very lightly on the cheek and whispered one last time: “No more ‘buts’, babe. Fabian sees everything. And he wants you to really get going. Start taking them off… or keep them on for as long as you like. Anything goes. Anything.”

The lads, who’d been watching the whole time, grinned broadly. Some of them had even briefly turned their heads towards Sara and Jerome – where Sara was still on her knees with Jerome’s huge black cock deep in her mouth, whilst her tits fucked him from below. But now all eyes were fixed on Svenja again.

The girl stood naked and trembling in the circle of ten rock-hard cocks, Lisa’s words echoing in her head, and her own cunt throbbing so fiercely that she spread her legs slightly without realising it.

Lisa pressed her lips right up against Svenja’s ear and whispered, hot and seductive: “Shall I help you with the first question, sweetie?”

Svenja merely gasped, her voice trembling with lust and excitement: “Yes… please…”

Lisa grinned broadly, straightened up and spoke loudly and clearly so that all the lads could hear – especially the one whose thick, hard cock was still firmly in Svenja’s hand.

“Contestant number 1! Only Fabian knows how Svenja loves it when you really play with her tits. Prove that you’re Fabian and play with her exactly as you usually do!”

At the same time, Lisa’s hand slid under the water towards Svenja’s hand, which was clasping the stranger’s cock. She wrapped her fingers around Svenja’s and made a slow, firm stroking motion – up and down, firm enough that the shaft throbbed in her fist and the swollen glans pressed against Svenja’s palm.

At that very moment, the first boy made his move. His large, strong hands cupped Svenja’s plump, young tits from the front. He kneaded them exactly as Svenja loved – firmly, possessively, his fingers digging deep into the soft, heavy flesh, squeezing her breasts together and apart, rolling the stiff, sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling them gently.

Svenja gasped loudly, her whole body jerking. “Oh God… Fabian…,” she moaned, her voice already completely broken. The touch was just right – exactly how her fiancé always did it when he was horny for her. Her nipples throbbed beneath the stranger’s fingers, growing even harder, longer, painfully sensitive. Every twist, every twirl shot like lightning straight into her cunt. Her thick labia gaped further apart, the hole itself visibly contracting and opening again, hungry and wet from within.

Lisa continued to wank the cock in Svenja’s hand, slowly and rhythmically. Lisa pushed her hips forward even further, so that Svenja moved the hard cock through her open slit – the thick glans parted her swollen labia, rubbed directly over her throbbing clit and slid briefly between the wet, hot folds.

But something felt strange. The thing with her nipples – Fabian had never pinched them so hard, twisted them so possessively. Svenja was suddenly certain. This isn’t Fabian.

She was just about to stop, to pull her hand away, when the cock in her fist suddenly went off. Hot, thick spurts of cum shot out, splashing directly against her open cunt, squirting over her clit, between her labia and running heavily down her thighs. Svenja gasped in shock, let go of the cock immediately and shouted loudly: “It’s not him! Get him out of here!”

All ten boys burst into loud, lecherous laughter. Lisa had meanwhile pulled the whole group into the knee-deep water. The stranger’s cum wasn’t washed away straight away. Thick, white drops clung to Svenja’s smooth, shaved pussy, pulling long strands, running slowly over her swollen labia and dripping heavily into the shallow water. Every one of the lads could see it: the stranger’s cum sticking to the bride’s pussy and slowly running down.

Lisa laughed softly, immediately turned Svenja round again and pushed her straight towards Candidate Number Two. Once more, she guided the bride’s hand towards the next hard cock.

“Candidate Two!” Lisa called out loud and clear so that everyone could hear. “Only Fabian can kiss her in such a way that she comes straight away. Prove that you’re Fabian!”

The guy stepped forward immediately. He kissed her wildly, deeply, hungrily. His tongue plunged straight into her mouth, practically fucking it, whilst his hand slapped firmly against her plump arse and pulled her even closer to him. Svenja knew in that very moment: that wasn’t Fabian. The kiss was too dominant, too unfamiliar, too horny. But it felt so damn good. Her lips parted further, her tongue returning the kiss almost automatically, whilst the hard cock landed between her thighs. Her labia spread wide around the thick shaft, the swollen glans pressing right against her wet, open cunt and rubbing slowly up and down.

She moaned into his mouth, her legs trembling. Just a little longer… just a moment more… Her hips moved of their own accord, rubbing her swollen, cum-smeared labia along the entire shaft, her clit pressing hard against the hot, throbbing glans. The foreign cum from Candidate One mixed with her own arousal, making everything even slipperier.