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Mia and Lisa had coordinated everything perfectly all night long. Every man knew exactly when it was his turn, how long he was allowed to stay, and that no one should stay inside either of their pussies any longer than necessary. Precise as clockwork. For two hours, the machinery ran without a break.

And then it was over.

40 loads in each pussy.

The absolute maximum a woman can handle in one evening. Thick, hot, foreign – 40 times deep inside the unprotected, bare pussy. Both women were completely filled to the brim.

And all thanks to Sarah.

She’d worked like a woman possessed in the salon. Every time a cock went even slightly soft, she’d made it hard again with her mouth, hands and tits. Maintaining an erection for two hours is almost impossible – but Sarah had made it possible. She was the white gold of the whole night. The invisible warm-up girl, without whom the men would have gone limp after the first hour. She prepared the cocks just before they were put to use.

Nadja lay completely exhausted in the shallow end of the pool.

Her athletic body floated half in the water, her legs slightly spread. Her clean-shaven pussy was so full and swollen that it was barely recognisable. Thick, white streaks of cum oozed out with every slight movement and mixed with the pool water to form a milky soup. She couldn’t take any more. Her body had long since betrayed her – after the tenth orgasm, she’d only kept going out of pure, involuntary lust. She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, her face red and smeared. She was nothing but a trembling, cum-soaked wreck.

Anna had given up much earlier.

At some point she’d stopped sucking the burly man’s thick cock. She’d simply kept her mouth open and let him use it like a lifeless hole. Her eyes were glassy. The bet, Jamal, her honour – everything was forgotten. She was nothing but a fuck hole.

At some point, the men had turned her over so she was lying on her back, legs spread wide and held high. That way, she could look straight into the face of whoever was thrusting into her. Forty times she had watched as a new man came, pumped into her and left again. Now she lay there, breathing heavily, her huge tits covered in splashes of cum, the ‘BBC-CUNT’ tattoo glistening with sweat and juices. She’d been fucked completely empty.

The two women were finished.

Completely finished.

But there were still a few hard cocks that hadn’t come yet. Five or six men were still standing by the poolside and in the lounge, their cocks stiff and throbbing, their balls heavy and full. They’d held back – or perhaps Sarah had simply prepared them too well.

The last hard cocks were still standing by the pool. Five or six men, their cocks stiff and gleaming, their balls heavy. Anna lay on her back, completely spent, her legs still slightly spread, her cunt a red, swollen, overflowing mass. She only half-heard what the men were quietly discussing amongst themselves.

“Nah, man… the one in the pool’s totally done for. Her cunt looks like a gaping maw.”

“And this old bag here… she’s had enough. Forty loads is enough. I’ve had enough of both of them.”

“Jerome was right – the Queen was quite nice.”

Anna blinked wearily. Jerome? The stocky bloke from the bet. He’d planned the whole thing. He’d just been using her all evening – as a living fuckhole for the others. Anger boiled up inside her, but she was far too exhausted to say anything. Her limbs felt like lead.

Then she saw the men turn around and disappear through a side door – straight into the lounge from which soft, muffled sounds had been coming all along.

Anna lifted her head with difficulty. Her eyes widened.

Sarah.

Her own daughter was kneeling on the carpet in the middle of the lounge – her sheer babydoll pushed up, her face smeared. Sarah was currently wanking two thick cocks at the same time, her mouth wide open. Anna summoned the last reserves of a mother’s strength. In a trembling, hoarse voice, she called through the open door:

“What… what sort of room is this? Who’s in there?”

One of the men, who was just walking through the door, turned back once more and grinned broadly.

“Oh, that? That’s our little stoker. The little slut’s been getting us nice and hard all night. Every time a cock’s gone soft, she’s got it going again with her mouth, hands and cunt. Without her, we’d never have been able to properly fuck you. Now she’s finally getting her fun.” He laughed softly. “I reckon she’s one of those hookers with money problems. Leon sent her here to work off her debts.”

Anna froze.

The memory flashed through her mind – crystal clear, despite her exhaustion.

The phone call. A few weeks ago. Sarah had called her, completely distraught, crying and begging for help. “Mum, please… I need money… I’m in huge debt… Leon’s threatening me…”

Anna had been on all fours in Jerome’s bed at the time. He’d been fucking her from behind, hard and deep, whilst she had the phone to her ear. She’d just brushed Sarah off briefly: “Not now, darling. I’m busy. Call me back later.” Then she’d hung up and focused entirely on Jerome’s thick cock again.

And now her own daughter was lying there – the ‘warm-up girl’ who’d spent the whole night preparing every single cock for Anna’s 40 creampies.

Anna felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Shame, anger, exhaustion and a deep, painful pang of realisation mingled together.

My own daughter… got those cocks hard for me… so I could get filled up here like a cheap BBC cunt… and I just pushed her away back then because I was getting fucked…

The last six men stood by the pool, their cocks still rock-hard and throbbing. One of them nodded towards the salon door.

In the lounge, Sarah heard every word. She was still kneeling on the carpet, her babydoll torn, her body glistening with sweat. Panic shot through her. She’d only used her cunt as a warm-up all evening – never really deep, never until they came. She was still tight. Not ruined yet.

As the door opened and the first men came in, she crawled backwards, her hands raised in defence.

“No… please not!” she pleaded in a trembling, high-pitched voice. “Not in my pussy… I’ve only been preparing all evening… please… let them in… I can’t take any more… you’re fucking me… please not!”

Her eyes were wide with genuine fear.

Outside on the bench, Anna heard every word. Her own daughter. The voice she knew so well. A mother’s strength – that primal, **** instinct – surged through her utterly exhausted body. She pushed herself up, staggering, cum streaming from her cunt.

“Wait!” she cried hoarsely through the open door. “Take me! Please… take me again… leave her alone!”

The men stopped and turned towards Anna. One of them laughed out loud.

“You? The old, cum-soaked BBC cunt? Look at yourself – your cunt’s an open crater. We want a tight, fresh hole. The little one in there’s been saving her pussy all evening. She’s still young and tight. She’s going to get properly fucked now.”

Anna swallowed hard. Tears ran down her cheeks. She knew what she had to sacrifice.

Her voice broke, but she said it anyway:

“I… I’ll give you my arsehole too. Everything. But please… spare my daughter.”

For a moment, it was deathly quiet.

Then a collective, deep groan went through the men. The sentence hit them like an electric shock. Six cocks twitched harder than before, all at once. The burly one – Jerome – grinned broadly and animalistically.

“Fuck… the old woman’s offering us her arse to save her own daughter… That’s hotter than anything else tonight.”

They came back to Anna. No one went into the lounge anymore.

The men lifted Anna up and laid her face down across the bench, her arse high in the air. Four hands spread her plump arse cheeks. All the cum running out of her cunt – 40 thick loads – was scooped up with fingers and smeared straight into her tight, untouched arsehole. Two, three, four fingers pushed their way in one after the other, stretching her slowly, professionally, mercilessly.

“Open it up nice and wide for Jerome,” one of them muttered.

Then the stocky one stepped up behind her. His cock was still the thickest of the whole night – short, but brutally massive.

He pressed the huge glans against Anna’s dripping, cum-smeared arsehole… and pushed himself in slowly, very slowly.

Anna screamed.

It was a long, agonised scream. The cock was simply too thick. Her sphincter stretched to the limit, burning, almost tearing. Inch by inch, Jerome pushed deeper until his heavy balls slapped against her cunt.

“YEEES… FUCK… that’s tight!” he growled with satisfaction and began to fuck her slowly and deeply. Every thrust was agonisingly slow, so that Anna could feel every millimetre.

Tears streamed down Anna’s face. Her body trembled uncontrollably. The pain was hellish.

But she held still.

All for Sarah.

*My daughter… my little Sarah… I’d rather have my arse fucked than let them destroy you…*, she thought, as Jerome thrust deeper and harder into her arse.

The other men stood around them, wanking and waiting for their turn.

The orgy for Anna continued – this time in her last, tightest hole.

And all just to save her daughter.