Halfway point

Jasper’s room was dark except for the harsh glow of his monitor. The 24-hour marathon had been running for over eleven hours now, and he was still sitting there with his pants around his ankles, his cock soft and useless in his lap. No matter how many times he tried, it refused to get fully hard again after that first shameful orgasm during Penny’s very first ride. He felt broken.

On screen, the stream was still going strong. Penny was riding Quinn slowly in the slutty Tifa Lockhart cosplay — white crop top barely containing her small breasts, black mini-skirt hiked up around her waist, black suspenders hanging loose, and thigh-high black socks that were visibly soaked with dark wet patches of cum and pussy juice. The timer on the wall read 16:47 remaining. The creampie counter sat at 10.

Penny moaned softly as she ground down, her side ponytail bouncing. “Mmm… still so full from the last one…”Quinn’s hands gripped Penny’s hips, guiding her movements. “You’re doing so good, baby. Keep that tight little pussy wrapped around me.”

Jasper’s cock twitched. For the first time in hours, he felt blood rushing back. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. The sight of Penny in that revealing Tifa outfit, cum-stained socks and all, was finally doing something. His cock hardened — not as strongly as before, but enough. He stroked faster, breathing heavier.

Penny leaned forward and kissed Quinn deeply while continuing to ride. “I love you, Q… I love feeling you throb inside me.”

That tender moment pushed Jasper over the edge far too quickly. His cock pulsed weakly in his hand and he came — a thin, unsatisfying spurt that landed on his stomach and thigh. The orgasm was over in seconds. He groaned in frustration as his cock immediately began softening again, returning to its half-hard, defeated state. He kept stroking desperately, but it was no use. He was stuck watching the rest of the marathon completely unable to get properly hard.

On stream, Penny climbed off Quinn with a wet pop, another thick load leaking down her thighs and further staining the black thigh-high socks. She hit the red button. BING. Counter to 11.“We’re past the eleven-hour mark, everyone,” Penny said cheerfully, still breathless. “And that donation goal for destroying my morning-after pills is getting really close…”Jasper’s stomach twisted. He typed frantically in chat: “Don’t do it. Those pills are important.”

His message was quickly buried under hundreds of others hyping the idea.

The next few hours passed in a blur of creampies. Quinn fucked Penny in several positions while she stayed in the Tifa cosplay — standing carry fuck where Quinn held her up like a toy, lotus position with deep grinding kisses, and a long prone bone session where Quinn pressed her down into the mattress and pounded her hard. Each time Penny came loudly, moaning about how much she loved Quinn’s cock. Each creampie earned a BING and pushed the counter higher. By the time the timer read 13:12 left, the counter had reached 14. Penny was a sweaty, cum-covered mess, but her eyes were still bright with excitement.

The donation counter for “Destroy Morning-After Pills” finally hit 5k.

Penny’s face lit up. “Oh my god… you guys actually did it. Okay… it’s time.”She reached off-screen and brought the small packet of morning-after pills into frame — the exact ones Jasper had sold her at the convenience store earlier. She held them up to the camera with a sweet, almost innocent smile.

Jasper froze. His half-soft cock twitched uselessly. “No…” he whispered to the empty room. He typed again: “Penny please don’t. Those are for your safety.”

Chat ignored him completely.

Penny opened the packet and dumped all the pills into a clear glass bowl on the bed. “We’re going to do this right,” she said, looking straight at the camera. “I want a fresh load first.”

Quinn didn’t need to be asked twice. She bent Penny over the bed in doggy style, flipped the short black skirt up, and slid her still-hard cock back inside. The wet schlick sounds were loud as she gave Penny a quick but deep fucking, unloading the 15th creampie with a low groan.

BING. Counter to 15.

Penny stayed in position for a moment, breathing hard, then turned around and squatted over the glass bowl. She used two fingers to spread her puffy, well-fucked pussy lips. Thick, warm cum — fresh from the latest load — began to slowly drip and pour out of her. Long, heavy strands of white semen fell directly onto the pills in the bowl, coating them, dissolving the tablets, turning the whole thing into a sticky, ruined mess.

Penny moaned softly as she pushed more out, making sure every drop landed in the bowl. “There… no more morning-after pills. If you guys keep donating and cheering us on, maybe Big Q will put a real baby in me on stream.”

Chat went completely insane with excitement.

Jasper watched in horrified silence. His stomach churned. Those were the pills he had sold her. The ones he thought might protect her. Now they were being destroyed on camera by her own dripping creampie, and thousands of people were cheering for it. His cock gave one weak twitch and stayed soft.

Penny stood up, cum still leaking down her thighs and soaking the black thigh-high socks even more. She looked tired but exhilarated. “We’re past halfway now… timer at 12:45. Who’s ready for the next twelve hours?”

Quinn pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “You’re doing amazing, baby.”Penny smiled at the camera, messy Tifa outfit disheveled, cum dripping steadily. “We’re only getting started. The real fun is about to begin.”

Jasper sat there, soft cock in his hand, staring at the screen as the timer continued counting down and the chat celebrated the destruction of the last bit of “safety” Penny had.

The marathon was nowhere near over, and Jasper had never felt more powerless.