The final selection

Svenja was still kneeling in water up to her knees, her face, tits and cunt already smeared with five thick loads of someone else’s cum. She took a deep breath and said in a firm, horny voice:

“From now on, always two at a time. One between my tits, the other up my arse. Both have to come to decide.” Lisa grinned widely. “You heard her, lads. Two at once!”

One immediately shoved his hard cock deep between Svenja’s plump tits, fucking her hard and fast. The other pressed his cock deep between her arse cheeks from behind, rubbing the swollen head right over her twitching arsehole. Both came almost simultaneously – thick, hot spurts splashed over her tits and straight onto her arsehole. Sperm streamed down her stomach and arse.

“Get out of here,” Svenja gasped.

One stood in front of her, shoved his cock between her wide-spread legs and rubbed it hard through her open, sperm-slicked pussy slit. The other held her head and shot his load straight into her face. Both exploded almost immediately: one load splashed over her clit and labia, the other over her cheeks, into her open mouth and into her hair.

“Get out of here.”

Now there were only two lads left.

Svenja stood there trembling, completely covered in cum. Her face was a white mask, thick strands hung in her hair and dripped from her chin. Her tits glistened, wet and heavy, her nipples stuck beneath thick layers. Her cunt and arse crack were completely covered in cum – white cum ran in thick streams over her labia, dripped from her clit and pooled between her thighs in the shallow water.

She was one big, slippery, cum-smeared fuck toy.

Lisa whispered in her ear: “Just two more… The final proof is coming soon, babe.”

Sara stood just a few metres away, stark naked and a complete wreck.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. Her heavy tits hung heavy and swollen, her dark nipples rock-hard and sensitive. There, between them, was his stiff black cock. Her mature cunt gaped open, the thick labia glistening with her own lust, the inner lips dark pink and swollen. A thin thread of her juices slowly trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her arsehole twitched visibly, over and over, as if it couldn’t forget the many strange fingers from earlier.

She had watched it all. How Svenja had been covered in more and more of a stranger’s cum. How the thick white mass was now running down her little sister’s face, sticking in her hair, dripping over her plump tits and oozing out of her young cunt in thick streams. Sara couldn’t look away – and that was exactly what was getting to her.

Jerome had a problem.

“Sara… this isn’t working anymore,” he growled quietly but firmly. “I’m either on the verge of coming or going limp all the time. We have to do this differently.”

Before Sara could react, he grabbed her roughly by the hips, pulled her up, spun her round with a jerk and pushed her upper body forward. She braced herself with her hands on the edge of the bath, her arse thrust upwards. Jerome positioned himself directly behind her – and without warning thrust his monstrous cock deep into her wet, hot cunt.

“Ahhh… fuck…,” Sara moaned. The thick shaft stretched her brutally, the swollen glans pressing right up against her cervix. He simply stayed buried deep inside her, not moving a millimetre.

“That’s better,” Jerome murmured. “Whenever I’m about to come, I just wait deep inside you… and when I start to go soft, I move again. Very slowly.”

As he did so, he tenderly stroked her tight, rosy arsehole with his thumb, circling it slowly, pressing lightly against the wrinkled rosebud without penetrating – a gentle, agonising touch that drove Sara almost mad.

By now, there was almost no water left in the pool. Lisa had secretly had the drain opened. The shallow end was now just damp, the floor slippery with cum and lust. Everything was clearly visible. No more water to hide anything.

Sara was too stunned to object. Her body betrayed her immediately. Her pussy walls clamped down on Jerome’s massive cock like a fist, greedily milking him, pulling him in even deeper. Her clit throbbed hard, her legs trembled.

Jerome began to move very slowly – just tiny, deep thrusts, just enough to stay hard. Then, just as Sara felt the orgasm building inside her, he stopped again. Buried deep inside her, pulsing, but motionless.

“Don’t come, Sara… not yet,” he whispered, stroking her arsehole tenderly once more.

Sara bit her lip until it bled. “This is too much… this is too humiliating… I’m standing here whilst my little sister is being drenched in cum next door… and I’m letting myself be fucked by the very same cock that’s actually meant to be fucking her…”

But her body was lying. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around him, sucking on the thick black shaft, getting wetter and wetter. Every time Jerome moved again, she was on the verge of coming – and every time, he paused just then. Deliberately. Torturously. Perfectly timed.

Sara whimpered softly, her knees almost buckling, her arse pressing against him, silently begging for more.

Next door, only the last two lads were left with Svenja – both cocks hard, ready for the final ‘proof’.

Sara saw it. And Jerome could feel exactly how her cunt tightened even more at the sight.

He smiled wickedly, buried himself deep inside her again and remained motionless.

“It’ll be your sister’s turn next… and you’ll keep me nice and warm for her.”