There has to be a punishment. Lisa has lost.

We fans were packed tightly right in front of the stage, our red plastic goggles firmly perched on our noses. Through the lenses, Lisa’s red swimsuit had almost completely vanished. Standing before us, she was stark naked, glistening with sweat, breathless and smeared with semen.

Her face was a sea of semen. Thick, white streaks ran down her cheeks, clinging to her full, slightly parted lips, dripping from her chin in long strands onto her heavy, round 75E breasts. Her large pink nipples were rock-hard and glistened with moisture. The fake semen pooled in the deep cleft between her breasts and continued to run down her flat stomach to her gleaming, swollen pubis.

Her outer labia were plump and smooth, the inner lips slightly protruding and pink; a thin thread of her own moisture ran down the inside of her left thigh. She stood there with her legs slightly apart, her face red with shame and excitement, and only half-heartedly wiped the semen from her cheek.

Jan reached for the microphone and grinned broadly at the crowd.

“Guys, Lisa has lost! She was incredibly creative and gave it her all – but she went too wild with the dildo. The condom has torn! That counts as a mistake. So now there’s a penalty. And you decide what the penalty is! Shout out your suggestions!”

The crowd went wild.

We roared in a jumble, all of us wearing our glasses, all of us seeing Lisa standing naked before us – her heavy breasts bobbing with every breath, her dripping pussy clearly visible, the cum glistening on her skin.

“She has to make the next dildo come with her mouth – deep down her throat!”

“Between her tits again, but this time spread it all over her breasts and rub it in!”

“She should kneel down and fuck herself with the dildo until she comes in front of us!”

“Public fingering – two fingers in her pussy and show how wet she is!”

“She turns round, spreads her arse cheeks and lets the cum be squirted onto her arse!”

“She has to let all three dildos squirt cum onto her face one after the other – live!”

“Rub the cum all over her breasts and then give a lap dance to the front row!”

Lisa stood at the top of the stage, her face flushed red, the cum still on her face and breasts. She heard the shouts, laughed sheepishly and waved to us – she thought it was all just harmless fun for a good cause.

We with the glasses saw something quite different: a completely naked, cum-smeared young woman, whose heavy breasts bounced with every breath, whose glistening labia slid slightly apart with every step, and whose small, pink arsehole flashed briefly as she turned around nervously.

Jan laughed into the microphone. “You heard it! The audience decides! What punishment should Lisa get?”

The shouts grew even louder, even dirtier. We saw every little detail: how a thick drop of cum slowly ran down her hard nipple, how her labia rubbed lightly together with every nervous step, how her cheeks glowed with shame and excitement.

Lisa smiled innocently at the crowd, wiped the cum from her lip once more and licked it off absent-mindedly.

For us, it was the hottest moment of the whole day.

And the punishment had only just begun