Where is Lisa, anyway?

While Susi’s 90-minute cum-filled hell was just getting started in the locker room, something completely different was unfolding outside on the deserted stadium field.

Lisa had stayed close to Karin the whole time. She had watched as the crowd held Karin aloft like a trophy—dozens of hands touching her body at once. Fingers that plunged deep into her pussy and her ass while she was carried over the fans’ heads. Karin had just whimpered, twitched, and squirted, over and over, until her voice gave out. Thousands of hands had touched her. Tits kneaded, nipples twisted, pussy and ass fingered, slapped, and groped. Sometimes just a quick squeeze of her smooth tits, sometimes three fingers in both holes at once. The thrill slowly faded. More and more fans drifted away, satisfied and exhausted, until only about a hundred die-hard guys remained—the truly horny ones who couldn’t get enough.

Karin was at her limit. Her body glistened with sweat and countless loads of cum. She hung limply in the arms of the last men. Lisa and Mia stood on the sidelines, both still half-dressed in their open wolf costumes, and watched with satisfaction as Karin was carried naked through the crowd by the fans. The fingers of the men and women reached everywhere.

Lisa licked her lips with relish and whispered to Mia:

“Look at that conservative bitch… she’s been preaching for years that she wants to save herself for her wedding night. A virgin until the altar. And now? Her precious little hymen was just torn to shreds by some random finger in the crowd.” Mia grinned widely and pointed at the scene: “Exactly. And now we’ll make sure she takes something home with her.”

“Bring her to the center of the field,” Lisa ordered in a calm but firm voice.

The men carried the completely spent Karin onto the grass and laid her carefully on her back—right in the middle of the field. Her legs fell limply apart. Her pussy and ass were deep red, swollen, and slightly gaping. A mixture of pussy juice and old cum was still dripping from both holes.

One of the last guys wanted to kneel between her legs immediately and ram his hard cock into her.

“No,” Lisa said sharply, stepping in between them. “Her body has been used enough today. No more cocks inside her. She’s had enough.”

“Last round, guys,” Lisa shouted loudly. “Everyone gets to cum one more time. But only on her. No more penetration. We want every pore, every inch of skin soaked in your cum. But that costs. Anyone who wants to cum on Karin pays 25 euros. Cash or immediately via cell phone. For an extra 25 euros, you’ll get a private link afterward to a photo album with all the shots from today—over 800 hot pictures and videos of Karin and all the chaos. Uncensored. Just for you.”

A brief murmur went through the remaining hundred men. Some grinned lewdly, immediately pulling out their cell phones or wallets. The security guard helped Lisa and Mia collect the money quickly and efficiently—no arguments, no exceptions. Within minutes, Lisa had 5,000 euros in cash and via instant transfer in her hand (some paid 50 euros right away because they wanted “extra nice photos of Karin’s face”). “100 men, 100 loads,” Lisa murmured contentedly, stuffing the thick wad of cash into a gym bag. “Let’s go.”

Lisa and Mia made sure nothing went wrong. As soon as a guy came—thick, white spurts on Karin’s tits, stomach, face, pussy, or ass—the two women spread the cum with practiced hands. They massaged the fresh semen deep into Karin’s skin, smearing it over her nipples, between her labia, into her belly button, and even over her closed eyelids.

“Nice and even,” Lisa said coolly, squeezing the cock of a guy who was shooting a particularly large load so that the last drop landed on Karin’s lower lip. “Every pore should be full.”

Karin just lay there—completely exhausted, her eyes half-open, while wave after wave of hot cum splashed onto her. Her body was visibly disappearing under an ever-thickening, gleaming white layer. After the 50th guy, she looked like a living cum sculpture: face completely white, tits dripping, stomach a big puddle, pussy and asshole brimming with dripping cum.

Mia crouched over Karin’s mouth again in between, letting her own leftovers drip out, and whispered, “Swallow a little, baby… that’s paid-for cum now.”

After the 100th load, it was over. “Thanks, guys. The link will be emailed in the next few hours. And now get the hell out of here. The show’s over.”

Lisa knew that Karin was an ultra-right-wing, conservative bimbo who wanted to save herself for her wedding night. She lost her hymen today in the crowd, probably from some guy’s finger. But Lisa and Mia had made sure the men shot as much cum as possible from their black cocks directly into her wide-open, swollen pussy. Again and again, they’d spread her labia with their fingers and pushed the fresh loads deep inside.

“Imagine how her ultra-right-wing parents will look when a black baby comes out of their pure daughter,” Mia laughed softly. “We’ve already shoved over 40 loads from black cocks inside her today. Her pussy is already so full that it’s running out of her with every step.” Lisa stroked Karin’s slightly rounded lower belly.

The last men left, satisfied and knowing they’d just drenched a real stadium slut with their cum. Only Lisa, Mia, the security guard, and Karin remained—a motionless, completely white, gleaming body in the middle of the bright field.

Lisa knelt down beside her, carefully ran her finger through the thick layer of cum on Karin’s cheek, and grinned.

“Five thousand euros for an hour of cumming… not bad. And you look like you’ve finally had enough.”

Karin could only manage a weak, exhausted moan. Her body was warm, slippery, and smelled intensely of a hundred strange men.

Three weeks later

Karin sat trembling on the toilet in her apartment, staring at the pregnancy test. Two thick, clear lines. Positive.

She slowly ran her hand over her still-flat stomach, and an exhausted, broken smile appeared on her face. She knew exactly who—or rather, how many—this child belonged to. She had seen the details in photos and videos that went viral: At least 47 black cocks had ejaculated directly into her unprotected, wide-open cunt. Mia and Lisa had personally made sure that every load was pushed deep inside.

To save face, she immediately sought out an unassuming nerd named Tim (not the mascot) as her “lover.” She wanted to pin the child on him and had sex with him on their first date. It was the first time for both of them. He was shy, wore glasses, and acted as if he had no idea about the game or the photos. Yet he had been one of the 100 men.

Her belly grew quickly. By the sixth month, she looked like she was expecting twins. Her once-firm breasts had become huge and heavy, her nipples dark brown, thick, and extremely sensitive. She didn’t tell anyone the real story—but everyone who had been at the game knew. The videos had gone viral a second time. This time: Virgin Gets Pregnant Without Sex.

Tim was completely obsessed with Karin’s pregnant body. As soon as her belly became visible, he couldn’t get enough of her. In a typical scene, Karin lay on her back, her huge, round belly rising high into the air. Tim knelt between her spread legs, his rather average cock rock-hard.

“Fuck… your belly is so damn plump,” he moaned, rubbing his cock against her taut skin. He pressed his face against it, kissing and licking the taut skin while sliding two fingers into her pussy, which was now permanently slightly open.

“You’re such a dirty MILF… you belong to me now,” he murmured as he slowly slid his cock into her. Karin’s pussy had become soft and stretchy from the pregnancy. He loved fucking her from the side, holding her heavy belly in both hands as he thrust deep into her. He got especially turned on when he worked on her milky tits—he sucked hard on the dark, thick nipples until the first drops of colostrum came out, all while continuing to fuck her. And he took lots of photos. For months, he documented the changes in her body and every sex scene on video. And Karin went along with it. After all, she needed a daddy for the child.

In the eighth month, he turned her onto all fours. Her huge belly hung down heavily. Tim fucked her hard from behind, one hand on her belly, the other slapping her ass.

“Say it,” he gasped. “Say that you’re carrying a baby inside you, even though you actually wanted to be a pure white bride.” Karin just whimpered, the humiliation and the lust mingling together. Tim came deep inside her every time and stayed inside her for a long time afterward so that “everything stays inside.”

After the birth—a healthy, dark-skinned baby—Tim disappeared. He had lived out his fetish and no longer wanted a “used, black single mother.” Karin was left alone. With a black child, a ruined reputation—just as planned.