Planning Svenja's bachelorette party

A week later, Lisa, Sara, and Svenja’s four closest friends were sitting in Friend 3’s large, cozy living room. Svenja herself wasn’t there—she had just cheerfully said, “Just do something fun; I totally trust you guys.”

A harmless “bride’s bachelorette party inspiration video” that Friend 1 had brought along was supposed to be playing on the big flat-screen TV. But right at the start, Lisa had discreetly swapped out the USB drive.

Instead of the promised funny video, an extremely hardcore bachelorette party porn clip was now playing: a bride with a touch-sensitive box on her chest, strangers’ hands reaching in blindly, kneading her tits, fingers deep in her pussy, loud vibrations, a pillory, a glory hole—all in full-on hardcore style.

At first, the friends stared at the screen in confusion.

Friend 1 turned bright red. “Oh my God… that wasn’t actually the video I brought! I swear, I picked a totally harmless one… something must have gone wrong.”

Lisa laughed softly and innocently, poured everyone more Prosecco, and waved it off casually.

“Oh, come on, that’s great for inspiration! We want Svenja’s night to be really fun and a little wild. Not some boring standard bachelorette party with hats and sashes. At least this shows what’s possible.”

The friends giggled nervously but kept watching. None of them suspected that Lisa had deliberately swapped out the video.

Sara remained completely calm and just smiled gently.

Lisa took over as host and pushed the boundaries very carefully, almost casually, into the realm of the sexual:

“So girls, let’s plan something really hot. We’re going to make Svenja the coolest and bravest bride ever.

Friend 1 – you take care of that vendor’s tray thing. One of those big, opaque boxes she wears in front of her chest. The guys reach in blind and pull out coins. Red coin = Svenja gets a slap on the butt. Green coin = she gets a shot with a kiss. All just for fun.”

Friend 1 laughed. “Yeah, that sounds funny.”

“Friend 2—you’ll handle the little vibrating toys. Just for fun, so she always feels a little tingle. Nothing bad. There are special panties for that.”

Sara suddenly chimed in: “Lisa used to be really good at games like ‘Hot Wire.’ Maybe we could combine that? The guys get a little electric shock on contact, and Svenja gets a gentle vibration in her panties.”

Friend 2 nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, those little remote-controlled vibrators? That’ll make her squeal.”

“Friend 3 – you organize the wet T-shirt contest. Whoever loses has to take off a little something. Just for laughs. And if no one else dares, Sara and I will join in too.”

Sara looked at Lisa in disbelief. That hadn’t been discussed again. Lisa just smiled sweetly back.

Friend 3 grinned. “Awesome, that’ll be fun.”

“Friend 4—you’ll handle the quiz round at the end. Whoever answers wrong has to go into the glory hole for a bit. But of course we’ll tell Svenja that Fabian is coming just for this and she just isn’t allowed to see him. Totally sweet and romantic, right?”

Friend 4 clapped her hands. “That’s so cheeky and totally sweet at the same time!”

Friend 1 suddenly voiced a quiet concern. “Wait… a glory hole? Isn’t that a bit too **** for Svenja?”

Lisa smiled sympathetically and poured her some more Prosecco.

“Oh, you know, I heard the guys had a stripper for Fabian. She must have really worn him out. And meanwhile, the guys were next door with a prostitute who gave them all blowjobs.”

Sara immediately interjected, quite casually and with a little shrug:

“Yeah, Svenja told me that too. She knew about the plan and didn’t say a word. On the contrary—she wished him lots of fun.”

Lisa nodded in agreement and looked around the room.

“I think our Svenja should be allowed to have a little fun, too. That would only be fair, right?”

The friends exchanged a quick glance, then giggled again. Friend 1’s reservations vanished instantly.

“You’re right… fair is fair,” Friend 1 muttered, taking another sip.

Lisa flashed her sweetest smile and raised her glass.

Lisa flashed her brightest smile and raised her glass.

“Perfect. We just want Svenja to have an unforgettable evening. She should really let loose and, in the end, be proud of how brave she was.”

The friends clinked glasses cheerfully. In the background, the bride in the porn movie just let out a loud moan as several men came all over her at the same time.

None of the four friends had even the slightest inkling that they were currently helping to systematically ruin Svenja. To them, it was all just a “super fun, slightly wild” bachelorette party.

Sara and Lisa exchanged a quick glance across the table.

Both smiled—but only the two of them knew how deep the trap really was.

It was already 7:30 when the doorbell rang at Svenja’s place. Friend 2 stood at the door, totally hyped up and grinning from ear to ear.

“Come on, bride! We’re **** you now! No arguing!”

Svenja didn’t stand a chance. She was wearing only a loose, white oversized shirt and a short denim skirt—nothing underneath except her old, beige granny panties. No bra, no time to change.

“Wait, I’ll just change quickly…”

“No way!” laughed Friend 2, grabbing her by the arm and simply dragging her along. “The others are already waiting in the car!”

Once they arrived at the club, the girls pushed Svenja straight into the small preparation room.

“First game!” announced Friend 1 cheerfully. “The Touch Box vendor’s cart! The guys have to reach through the holes blindfolded and feel for coins in the sand.”

Svenja looked a little uncertainly at the large, black box.

Lisa immediately stepped over, smiling. “I’ll help you put it on, sweetie.”

She stood behind Svenja, reached under her loose shirt, and pulled it up to her armpits in one swift motion. Svenja’s bare, pale breasts sprang free. Lisa pressed the heavy vendor’s tray firmly against her chest and strapped it tightly around her upper body. The shirt remained completely pulled up and wedged in place.

Her bare breasts now hung freely and invitingly inside the large box.

“This is working better than I thought…,” Lisa murmured quietly and contentedly.

Svenja was just about to protest when Friend 2 suddenly became handsy. Without warning, she slid her hands under Svenja’s short skirt, grabbed the waistband of the old granny panties, and yanked them down to her ankles.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Svenja cried indignantly, trying to cover herself. Her voice turned shrill. “Are you crazy?! Give me my panties back right now!”

The mood shifted abruptly. The other friends looked away, embarrassed.

Friend 2, however, was already holding the new black vibrating panties in her hand and was just about to pull them back up on her.

Lisa quickly stepped in, placed a reassuring hand on Svenja’s shoulder, and said in a gentle, apologetic voice:

“Sorry, Svenja… that was your boyfriend’s request. Fabian specifically asked me to make sure you’d been nice and turned on all day. He’s prepared a very special surprise for you tonight and wants you to be all tingly and wet all day long.”

Svenja froze. Her anger at Friend 2 vanished instantly. Instead, a hot, telltale tingling spread through her lower abdomen.

“…really?” she asked quietly, her cheeks suddenly red.

Friend 2 breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at Lisa.

“Thanks, Lisa,” she whispered, relieved. “You just saved me.”

Lisa just smiled sweetly and innocently.

“No problem. We all want Svenja to have the hottest night of her life.”

She helped Friend 2 pull up the vibrating panties. The thick, shaped part pressed firmly against Svenja’s bare pussy and slid slightly between her labia. The second small plug pressed against her asshole.

Svenja was already breathing a little faster.

The belly tray sat firmly against her chest. Her bare tits hung freely inside it. The vibrating panties hummed softly on the lowest setting.

She was ready for the first game.

The first man stepped forward—a perfectly ordinary guy in his mid-thirties. He slipped both hands through the holes and fumbled in the sand for a coin. His fingers accidentally brushed against Svenja’s left tit. He paused briefly, but still closed his hand around the soft, bare breast and squeezed it lightly once.

Svenja flinched and gasped sharply.

Friend 1, who was standing right next to her, saw Svenja’s cheeks turn red immediately. She frowned briefly. “Everything okay?” she whispered.

Svenja bit her lower lip. The sensation had actually been really great—warm, firm, a little forbidden. She quickly waved it off.

“Y-yeah… everything’s fine. It was just… an accident.”

The man pulled out a red coin and grinned. “Red coin—slap!”

Second man

The next one was a bit bolder. He shoved his hands deep into the box and grabbed Svenja’s tits with both hands. This time it wasn’t an accident. He kneaded them slowly and with relish, tugging on her nipples and twisting them lightly between his fingers.

Svenja wanted to say something, but she pressed her lips together. Not accusing someone again, she thought. I already ran into Girlfriend 2 earlier. This is definitely just another coincidence… all just coincidence.

Her breathing quickened. The vibrators hummed a notch louder. She stood stock-still and let it happen while the man kneaded her bare breasts ever more firmly.

He finally pulled out a green token. “Green shot with a kiss!”

Third Man

The third man knew exactly what he was doing. Sara had spoken to him beforehand and told him exactly where to grab her. He grinned lewdly, slid a hand through the lower hole, and reached directly and purposefully for her right breast, squeezing it brutally.

Svenja gasped loudly; her legs trembled.

“Oh God…,” she whispered, but still didn’t dare to protest aloud. She just thought: This can’t be… it’s all just a coincidence…

The man fingered her really deep for a few seconds and then, grinning, pulled out a red coin.

“Time to pay up, girls!”

The coins were cashed in:

The first man (red coin) stood behind Svenja. Lisa leaned forward a bit on purpose so he could aim better, and received two firm but not too hard slaps on the butt. Smack. Smack. Svenja flinched every time.

The second man (green coin) held out a shot of vodka to Svenja. She hesitated briefly, then took the drink into her mouth, pressed her lips to his, and passed the liquid over. A little bit remained. She obediently swallowed it all down. Lisa stepped next to Friend 2, smiled, and whispered in her ear: “That was pretty mean of her just now, the way she accused you. I think we should tease her a little for that. What do you say to lifting up her skirt? A little punishment is in order.” Friend 2 giggled softly and nodded. “Good idea. A little punishment for the bride.” She discreetly pulled Svenja’s skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. The fabric remained rolled up over Svenja’s hips—her bare ass and dripping pussy beneath the vibrating panties were now visible to anyone standing behind her. The third man (red coin) stood behind her again and also gave her two hefty slaps on her bare ass. Svenja’s butt was slowly turning a nice shade of pink.

Lisa and Sara looked at Svenja, who was still standing in front of the touch box, breathing heavily and with a bright red face—tits bare in the box, skirt still in place, pussy already dripping.

A broad-shouldered guy in his forties shoved both hands deep into the box. This time he wasn’t shy. He immediately grabbed Svenja’s bare tits with both hands, twisting and turning her nipples between his fingers. Svenja moaned softly, her knees trembling. The vibrators were suddenly cranked up to level 6. “Oh God… please…,” she whispered, but didn’t dare protest any louder.

He pulled out a green token. “Shot with a kiss!”

Svenja took the vodka shot back into her mouth and pressed her lips against his. He closed his lips and pushed the vodka back so that Svenja had to drink the shot. His tongue briefly explored her mouth.

An attractive woman in her mid-thirties stepped up next. She smiled cheekily, slipped a hand through the top hole, and reached straight for Svenja’s right breast. Her fingers were softer, but no less bold. She kneaded the breast slowly, almost tenderly, then pulled the nipple long and let it snap back.

“They’re really sensitive,” she murmured amusedly.

Svenja bit her lip hard. A woman’s touch felt even more intimate and humiliating. Her pussy clenched convulsively around the vibrator.

The woman pulled out a red coin. “Smack!”

Lisa leaned forward again. The woman gave Svenja two hard slaps on her bare ass. Smack. Smack. Svenja’s butt was slowly turning bright red.

A slightly older, dominant woman stepped forward. She shoved both hands into the box and began roughly kneading Svenja’s tits—almost painfully so. At the same time, she leaned in and whispered into Svenja’s ear:

“You’re already really wet, little bride…”

Her fingers found Svenja’s nipples and twisted them so hard that a high-pitched whimper escaped Svenja. The woman laughed softly and pulled out a red coin.

“Two more slaps on that hot ass.”

Lisa leaned forward again. The woman delivered two hard, smacking blows to Svenja. Svenja’s bottom was now really burning. The crowd in front of the touch box was growing larger and larger. A quiet man in his forties carefully slid both hands into the box. His fingers found Svenja’s bare breasts and caressed them slowly, almost reverently. He cupped them gently from below, cradled them in his hands, and tenderly stroked her nipples with his thumbs. Svenja took a deep breath. The touch was warm and loving. Just like Florian used to touch her breasts.

A young man with gentle hands reached in next. He caressed her breasts long and thoroughly, ran his fingertips over the undersides, and let his thumbs circle tenderly over the stiff nipples. Svenja bit her lip. Her breathing grew deeper. Another woman stepped forward. She took her time. Her hands cupped Svenja’s breasts almost lovingly, kneading them very gently and slowly, as if she wanted to savor every curve. She kept stroking her nipples tenderly until Svenja’s legs began to tremble slightly. A tall, quiet guy with warm hands. He slid both hands deep into the box and cupped Svenja’s breasts especially tenderly. He massaged them slowly and rhythmically, caressing them from all sides, letting his thumbs glide very gently and in circles over her nipples. Again and again he stroked the sensitive skin lovingly, pressing very lightly, only to caress her tenderly again right away.

The constant, gentle, admiring touches on her bare breasts became too much.

Svenja began to tremble softly. Her breathing grew faster and faster. She tried to pull herself together, but every new tender caress on her nipples and breasts made the tension in her lower abdomen grow stronger.

Suddenly, an intense, warm orgasm shot through her.

Svenja came.

Not hard and explosive, but deep, wave-like, and overwhelming. A long, quiet, trembling moan escaped her. Her legs trembled, her bare breasts twitched slightly in the man’s hands as she came—solely from the many loving, gentle touches on her breasts.

Her pussy contracted spasmodically, a thin, glistening thread of her pleasure slowly running down the inside of her thigh.

The man slowly withdrew his hands and smiled warmly at her. Svenja stood there panting, her eyes glassy, her bare breasts still pressed through the holes in the box, her cheeks deep red.

Girlfriend 1 stared at her with wide eyes. Lisa just smiled sweetly from the side and said to her, “See, she likes doing this.”