Education is important

I was standing on stage, the warm fake semen still on my face, my lips and my breasts. It was slowly running down my chin and dripping onto my red swimsuit. My heart was racing, my cheeks were flushed. The crowd cheered and shouted wildly.

Jan raised his hands and tried to calm the audience down.

“Okay, okay! Calm down! This is an AIDS awareness event, not a porn show. We’re sticking to education and fun, but everything must remain suitable for all ages and respectful.”

The shouts grew quieter, but not entirely. Some of the suggestions had been truly **** – things that had sent shivers down my spine. “Deep throat…”, “Rub it in with her breasts…”, “Fuck herself…” – I’d heard every word. My body reacted tellingly. It was throbbing hot and wet between my legs, my nipples were rock-hard and clearly pressing through the tight red fabric. I was totally aroused, even though I was trying not to let it show. My legs were trembling slightly.

I stood there, the cum still on my face, and smiled sheepishly at the crowd. “They can’t be serious… can they?” I thought. But the suggestions had triggered something in me. I felt both ashamed and strangely aroused.

Jan raised his hands and silenced the crowd.

“Guys, this is an AIDS awareness event, not a porn show. The **** suggestions are rejected. But Lisa has lost because the condom broke. We need a fitting, educational punishment.”

He paused briefly and then smiled.

“I suggest we demonstrate how to be safe yet still intimate using a licking cloth. We’ve prepared a small red booth for this – a shadow theatre. From the outside, you can only see silhouettes. Inside, it’s brightly lit. Lisa, together with a male model, will show how to use a licking cloth properly. It will remain purely a demonstration – just acting.”

The crowd clapped in approval. It sounded harmless and educational.

I was still standing there with the dried fake semen on my face and breasts. The wild shouts from earlier echoed in my head. By now I was soaking wet between my legs, my nipples rock-hard. The thoughts had aroused me immensely.

Jan looked at me. “Lisa, are you in? It’s just a demonstration with a licking cloth.”

I nodded quickly. “Yes… for a good cause.”

The ballet model Lukas was called onto the stage. I was delighted. He was exactly what I needed right now. We went into the little red booth together. Inside, it was brightly lit, the walls made of thin red fabric. From the outside, you could only see our shadows. The audience could walk around the booth and view everything from all sides.