Pre-Wedding Spa

Lisa had organized one last “pre-wedding spa” for the two sisters—all in Florian’s name, of course.

The next afternoon, Svenja and Sara received a sweet message from “Fabian”: “For my bride and her big sister—one last relaxing gift before the big day arrives. Enjoy it. I love you both. ❤”

They were taken to an exclusive, secluded spa in the same hotel. Two adjacent, dimly lit massage rooms with large mirrors and soft lighting. The masseurs were two burly, taciturn men and a woman—all professionals, but with a very clear assignment from Lisa.

First, the massage.

Svenja and Sara were asked to undress completely. Both lay naked on the wide, warm massage tables, face down. The oil was hot, thick, and smelled sweet. The masseurs’ hands immediately began to glide—slowly, but outrageously thoroughly.

On Svenja, the large hands first wandered over her plump ass, kneading the cheeks apart so that her tight, rosy asshole was clearly visible in the mirror. Then deeper between her thighs, oily fingers stroked her smooth pussy, parted her labia, and massaged her clit with circular motions. Svenja moaned softly into the pillow, her hips lifting on their own. The hands slid further up, kneading her young, heavy tits, pulling on her nipples until they were hard and red.

Next door, Sara was getting the same treatment—only more intense. The masseur spread her more mature, fleshy butt cheeks wide apart and massaged her asshole and pussy simultaneously with two oily fingers. Sara’s body gave her away immediately: her pussy got wet, her inner lips swelled, and a soft, telltale moan escaped her. The woman massaged her heavy tits from below, squeezed them together, and pulled on the dark, thick nipples until Sara whimpered softly.

Both sisters were oiled, kneaded, stretched, and pampered in their most intimate spots for nearly an hour—until their pussies glistened and throbbed and their assholes twitched with lust.

Then came the Brazilian wax.

The masseurs left the room. Instead, two waxing specialists entered—young, stern-looking women in skimpy gowns. They didn’t let the sisters get up.

“On behalf of Florian—he wants you to be completely bare and sensitive for the wedding night,” they said with a small smile.

Humiliating Position 1 – Butterfly Position

Both were laid on their backs, their legs lifted high into the air and spread into special holders so that their pussies and assholes were completely open and pointing upward. Svenja’s young, smooth pussy was now directly under the bright lamp, every fold visible. Sara’s more mature, already slightly swollen pussy gaped even wider. The hot wax was applied in thick strips—directly onto the labia, over the clit, around the asshole. Then came the jolt. Svenja let out a quiet scream, Sara bit her lip, while their pussies turned bright red and hypersensitive.

Humiliating Position 2 – Ass Up, Face Down

They had to get down on all fours, their upper bodies pressed low to the ground, their asses thrust high in the air. Their legs spread wide so that their freshly waxed, red pussies and twitching assholes stared the women right in the face. The wax was now also applied into the crack and deep around the rosebuds. Every tug made both sisters moan—Svenja from shame and lust, Sara with that familiar, telltale tugging deep in her lower abdomen.

Humiliating Position 3 – Legs Over Head

Finally, both were laid on their backs, their legs folded over their heads, so that their own pussies and asses hung directly over their faces. The waxing women plucked away the last few hairs right before their eyes. Svenja saw her own bare, bright-red pussy just inches above her mouth. Sara stared at her own open, dripping slit and felt like the biggest slut in the world.

When it was finally over, both sisters lay there with bright-red, completely bare, hypersensitive pussies and assholes. Their skin was burning; every touch of the cool breeze made them flinch.

Lisa had made sure that a little note from “Fabian” was waiting on the way back to the room: “It’s bad luck to see the bride beforehand. So relax with your face mask and wait for my little surprise.”

Svenja read the message from “Fabian” and smiled blissfully. Her body was still hypersensitive after the massage and the Brazilian wax—her freshly waxed, bright red pussy burned slightly, and her smooth, bare skin tightened with every little movement. Her clit was throbbing again, her asshole clenched in anticipation.

“How romantic…,” she whispered. “He really thinks of everything.”

Sara just nodded silently. Lisa had let her in on the secret beforehand: Jerome was actually supposed to come to Svenja. One last, hot “Fabian fuck,” while both wore thick, white face masks so Svenja wouldn’t see anything and wouldn’t get suspicious. Sara was just supposed to lie next to them and make sure everything went smoothly.

The two sisters lay naked in two adjacent rooms on wide, special loungers. The masks were put on—thick, creamy, opaque beauty masks that stretched from forehead to chin and completely sealed their eyes. Only their mouths and noses remained exposed. Both were now blind, the world reduced to sounds, touch, and smells.

Svenja giggled softly under her mask. “I’m so excited… Fabian has something planned.”

Sara swallowed hard. Her heart was racing. Her freshly waxed pussy was already wet.

Then Jerome came in. But he went to the wrong table.

He stood directly between Sara’s spread legs, grabbed her thighs roughly, and pulled them wide apart. Sara wanted to say something, but his huge, swollen, black glans was already pressing against her wet slit and thrust into her all the way with a single, brutal jerk.

“Mmmh… fuck!” Sara gasped, choked, as the monstrous cock stretched her pussy to bursting. The thick glans pressed hard against her cervix.

Sara couldn’t answer. Jerome immediately began fucking her hard and deep—long, merciless thrusts that made her pussy slap. For 45 minutes, he pounded her as if there were no tomorrow. She thought, of course, it must be Fabian, or she knew that such a huge cock could never belong to Fabian. She didn’t care.

He changed positions on the couch like a man possessed:

- First the classic missionary position, her legs over his shoulders, so that every thrust boomed deep into her womb.

- Then he turned her onto her side, lifted one of her legs, and fucked her from the side while his heavy balls slapped against her ass.

- Later, he pulled her onto all fours, pressed her upper body deep into the couch, and rammed her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her plump ass.

- Finally, he sat down, pulled her astride him, and let her bounce up and down on his huge cock while he kneaded her heavy tits and brutally twisted her dark nipples.

Sara bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but her body betrayed her mercilessly. Her pussy milked the thick black cock, her juices flowing in streams over his balls and dripping onto the couch. She came twice—the first time trembling silently, the second time with a stifled, long moan that Svenja next to her interpreted as nothing more than a “relaxed sigh.”

In the end, Jerome pressed Sara deep into the couch, rammed his cock one last time all the way into her pussy, and exploded with a deep growl. Thrust after thrust, he pumped a huge, hot load directly into her womb. Thick, creamy cum filled her completely, immediately oozing out of her tight, red slit and running in thick streams down her ass and onto the couch.

Sara lay there panting, the mask still on her face, Jerome’s cock still buried deep inside her. Her pussy twitched and milked the last drop out of him.

Jerome slowly pulled out. A thick gush of his cum immediately flowed out of Sara’s open, red pussy and dripped heavily onto the couch.

Svenja lay naked and blind on the wide lounger, the thick white face mask firmly over her face. Her freshly waxed, bright red pussy throbbed open and hypersensitive in the cool air, the smooth skin stretching with every small movement. She smiled beneath the mask, her legs slightly spread, her plump tits rising and falling rapidly.

“I’m waiting for you, Fabian…” she whispered softly and lustfully.

The door opened quietly. Three of Fabian’s friends—strong, horny guys whom Lisa had invited especially—slipped inside. They didn’t say a word. Svenja heard only soft footsteps and the rustling of clothing.

Suddenly, three pairs of large, warm hands settled on her breasts. Oily, firm, possessive. They immediately kneaded the plump mounds of flesh—squeezing them together, pulling them apart, rolling the stiff nipples between their fingers, twisting and tugging at them until Svenja moaned loudly.

“Oh God, Fabian… yes… just like that…” she gasped. She thought they were his hands—or that he’d sent his friends to get her properly ready.

The three of them massaged her tits with increasing greed. One sucked hard on a nipple, biting it lightly, while the other two kneaded her heavy breasts and pressed them together. Svenja’s nipples turned dark red and rock-hard, her pussy visibly tightened, a thin thread of her arousal running over her labia.

Then came the first spurts.

One of the guys jerked off his hard cock right over her left tit and came. Thick, hot spurts of cum splattered onto her breast, over her nipple, and ran heavily down the curve. The second guy came on her right tit, the third directly onto her stomach and deep into her pubic mound. Three loads of white, creamy cum covered her tits, her stomach, and the upper half of her smooth pussy.

Svenja moaned loudly. “Fabian… you’re so hot today… cum all over me…”

The three of them immediately spread the cum all over her body with their hands. They rubbed it in like oil—over her tits, her stomach, her thighs, the insides of her legs, even over her throbbing pussy and her sensitive asshole. Her skin now glistened, wet and white; the foreign cum was massaged deep into every pore until she was completely coated.

Then the fucking began.

The first one lay down between her legs, pressed his swollen cockhead against her wet, open pussy, and thrust deep inside. Svenja screamed with pleasure.

“Yeees… Fabian… finally… fuck me…”

He fucked her hard and deep, with long, steady thrusts that made her freshly waxed pussy squelch. After exactly 15 minutes, he pulled out—and the second guy took over seamlessly. Svenja barely noticed the change because it went so smoothly. She just thought Florian had pulled out briefly to catch his breath.

The second guy fucked her even harder, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and rammed his cock all the way into her. Svenja came for the first time, her pussy greedily milking him while she moaned loudly: “Yes… just like that… I love your cock…”

After another 15 minutes, the third guy took over. He turned her onto her side, lifted one leg up, and fucked her from the side, deep and slow, while his hand kneaded her cum-smeared tits.

Svenja enjoyed every second. For her, it was a single, endless 45-minute fuck with her fiancé. She came twice more—the second time so intensely that her legs twitched uncontrollably and her pussy squirted.

The three took turns perfectly, without Svenja ever realizing there were three different cocks. They took turns fucking her, cumming on her tits in between, and spreading it all over her body again.

After exactly 45 minutes, the last one pulled his cock out slightly and shot a final thick load directly into her open, red and swollen pussy.

Svenja lay there trembling and panting, her whole body glistening with cum; her tits, her belly, her thighs, and her smooth pussy were completely covered in it. She smiled blissfully beneath the mask.

“Fabian… that was… incredible… thank you… I love you…”

Next door, Sara lay blindfolded with her own mask on, Jerome’s cum still deep inside her pussy, and heard every single moan from her sister.

The mix-up was perfect.

Svenja had no idea that she had just been fucked and covered in cum for 45 minutes by three of her fiancé’s strangers—and that she had enjoyed every single thrust.