The water is boiling

Sara was standing just a metre away and watched it all unfold. She was still trying to make herself small, her legs pressed together, her arms covering her breasts – but it was no use. Three of the lads had taken advantage of her too. One had come up behind her, grabbed her heavy, mature tits from below and lifted them up, rolling her thick nipples between his fingers until Sara could no longer suppress a soft, tell-tale moan. Another had caressed her arse, slid two fingers deep into the crack and briefly squeezed her tight arsehole. The third had moved right in front of her, covered her cunt with his flat hand and slid two fingers between her thick labia – just briefly, but deep enough that Sara felt her own pussy immediately become wet and hungry.

The lads knew full well: Sara couldn’t say a word. A single word from her, and all the fun would be over – Svenja would realise she was naked, that Fabian wasn’t there at all. Sara was trapped in her own silence. And that was exactly what the ten horny cocks shamelessly exploited.

Two lads swam right underneath her, grabbed her thighs and spread them brutally wide apart – so wide that Sara’s ripe, thick cunt gaped wide open. Through their diving goggles, they had the perfect view: the fleshy outer labia plump and swollen, the inner ones pink and slippery, the clit thick and stiff, protruding prominently, the tight hole beneath already slightly open and twitching tellingly. One of the boys dived right in between her legs, pressed his face almost against her cunt and, without warning, shoved two thick fingers deep inside her.

Sara bit her lower lip so hard it bled. A stifled gasp escaped her nonetheless. The fingers thrust really deep, curled, fucking her slowly and mercilessly, whilst the pool water made every movement even more intense. A third finger joined in, stretching her tight, hot cunt, rubbing right over her G-spot. Sara’s legs trembled uncontrollably in the boys’ hands, her heavy tits bobbing in the water, her dark nipples rock-hard.

Another boy reached into her arse crack from behind, spreading her cheeks there too and pressing a wet thumb against her tight arsehole. Slowly but relentlessly, he pushed it in, up to the first knuckle, whilst the fingers continued to pump inside her cunt. Sara stood stark naked in the middle of a veritable sea of cocks – ten hard, throbbing cocks surrounded her, some so close that the swollen heads brushed against her hips, her arse, even her tits.

I mustn’t say anything… I mustn’t say anything…, it hammered in her head. This is just the price. For Svenja. I’m sacrificing myself. I’m letting myself be used so that my little sister is paraded around even more. But her body was screaming something completely different. Her cunt greedily clenched around the three strange fingers, milking them, getting wetter and wetter inside. A hot, creamy film formed, only to be washed away immediately by the water, just so the lads could thrust even deeper. Her clit throbbed like mad; every time a finger rubbed over it, a bolt of lightning shot through her whole body. Her arsehole clamped down on the thumb, pulling it deeper inside, as if it wanted more.

Sara floated helplessly between the boys, her legs spread wide, her cunt and arse completely at their mercy. One of the lads swapped his fingers for his hard cock – not to fuck her, not yet, but he rubbed the thick, swollen head right over her clit, dipping it briefly into her wet slit, just the tip, in and out, whilst he grinned. Sara’s eyes almost rolled back. She felt every millimetre, every vein, every pulsing heat.

I mustn’t come. I mustn’t get turned on. I mustn’t want this… But her hips moved of their own accord, pressing against the fingers and the cock, silently begging for more. Her ripe cunt was now so wet and open that the lads could see every detail: how the inner walls twitched, how her juices mixed with the pool water, how her arsehole contracted rhythmically around the thumb.

Sara cast a **** glance at Svenja, who was moaning and laughing, oblivious, just a metre away. Sara remained silent. She had to remain silent. And that was precisely why the lads were fucking her with their fingers deeper and deeper, harder and harder, more shamelessly – and savouring every single tell-tale twitch of her horny, betrayed cunt.

Lisa leaned against the edge of the pool, her arms crossed beneath her own plump tits, and revelled in the sight like a queen watching her very own live porn film set.

And the price Sara was paying right now was infinitely high.

The older sister was literally suspended in the air between the ten naked bodies. Two lads held her thighs brutally wide apart, so wide that her ripe, thick cunt gaped open completely like a ripe fruit. Three thick fingers of a third lad were buried deep inside her cunt, fucking her slowly and mercilessly, arching with every thrust and massaging her G-spot until Sara’s entire lower abdomen twitched uncontrollably. A fourth boy had sunk two fingers into her arsehole, stretching the tight, wrinkled ring wide open, whilst rubbing her clit with his thumb as well. A fifth pressed his hard, bulging cock from the side between her heavy tits, slowly fucking the soft mounds of flesh, the glans sliding almost against her chin with every thrust.

Sara was being literally torn apart.

Her cunt was now so open and wet that the boys could see every detail: the inner labia swollen and slick, the hole itself stretched wide around the three fingers, the walls twitching and greedily milking them. Her arsehole clenched convulsively around the two fingers, only to relax again immediately and take in more. Her heavy tits bounced with every thrust, the dark, thick nipples rock-hard and elongated. Sara bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. Not a sound came out. She wasn’t allowed to say anything. A single word – and the fun would be over.

That’s the price… just the price… for Svenja…, it hammered in her head, whilst her body betrayed her mercilessly. Her hips thrust against the fingers of their own accord, her cunt clenched, sucking the foreign fingers deeper inside, her clit throbbing so hard it almost hurt. She stood naked in a veritable soup of cock – ten stiff, thick cocks circled her, rubbing against her thighs, her arse, her tits. One of the lads had even briefly slid his cock between her arse cheeks and was circling the swollen head right over her stretched arsehole without penetrating – just as a pure, humiliating threat.

Lisa grinned widely. The contrast was simply perfect.

Just a metre further on, Svenja was still feeling her way through the water, giggling and moaning, blindfolded, completely clueless. The lads were much more careful with her – they knew full well they mustn’t push the girl too far. A pair of hands kneaded her young tits, twisting her stiff nipples; a finger slid briefly through her wet slit now and then; a hard cock ‘accidentally’ brushed against her clit. Svenja laughed and moaned at the same time: ‘Fabian… you’re so cheeky… but carry on… I’m so horny…’ It remained playful. Teasing. Sweet.

With Sara, almost anything was allowed.

Lisa licked her lips with relish and watched as another boy dove beneath Sara and simply pressed his mouth onto her wide-open cunt. His tongue thrust deep into the stretched hole, whilst fingers continued to pump in her arse. Sara’s whole body trembled. Her eyes were wide open, her face a mask of shame, lust and pure, helpless desire. Right here, before Lisa’s eyes, she was being thoroughly fucked by ten horny cocks – with fingers, tongues, cocks everywhere at once – and could do nothing but endure it silently.

And Lisa relished every single second of this helpless, lustful humiliation. The contrast with Svenja’s innocent, playful moans only made it even more arousing. Sara was paying the ultimate price. And she was paying it with every fibre of her naked, trembling body.