sounds dull - But let him go

- Wow! I just submitted photos, but I already have a stake - touch it.

- I do not want - this is Olga

- As you know. But, Temych, you either negotiate with this bitch, or give me a photo, I now need to relieve the stress - this is the second

- Yes, no question - Anton’s voice is mocking, he clearly enjoys the situation - Olk, how are you? Give the nod to the spread of pornographic personnel? Or wait two minutes?

She is silent.

- Yes, fuck that we persuade this whore? Serves at the highest level.

Olga moos, apparently, her hand was pressed to her mouth.

I understand that I am becoming a witness of gang rape, but I don’t make any attempts to stop them. Partly because I'm afraid to harm Olga — God forbid her boyfriend will know about the photos, or, even worse, the whole institute; partly because of her instantly moistened pussy. I understand with my mind that it is wrong to receive pleasure from such, but I continue to bleed with juices, and already routinely thrust my hand under the gum of panties.

Almost not see what happens in their bed. But the outlines of the silhouettes against the white wall disappeared, from which I conclude that all three fit into the bed.

I caress the clitoris and for some reason imagine myself in Olga's place. Guys' voices serve as a guide for me ...

- Such a dry pussy ... - the sound of spitting is something better

She moos, I hear a slap. Probably a crack.

- Andryukh, just do not finish it. Zaletit - you can’t get problems - it means the second - Andrei.

Rhythmic creaking bed.

- Let me give you my ass. Yes, do not twitch you, not the first two to serve.

- Bro, I do not feel anything. Dick like a pencil in a glass. Let's wave.

- There is a better idea. Come together in one hole.

“It hurts me,” Olga whimpered — brush with cream, he's in the nightstand.

Rustle of packages

- Found!

Tormenting moan

- Do not climb, infection. Come, beautiful, in the shower, it will be more comfortable there.

I really want to follow them, but the light in the hallway is still on. If someone finds me when I masturbate under the door where rape occurs ... I didn’t even want to think about it.

Olga returned twenty minutes later. All this time I was in paints imagining how guys pull her from two sides, but the long-awaited orgasm did not come. When she appeared, I froze, but Olga still went to my bed. The hand remained on the clitoris.

“Pauline,” she called softly. I did not react - open your eyes, but I know that you are not sleeping.

- From where?

- I guessed when you said about the night moans. You saw everything yesterday - she does not ask, but confirms. So I'm just waiting for what comes next.

“I am very ashamed that you became a witness to these disgusting scenes,” she covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

I pulled my hand out of the folds and tentatively stroked her shoulder:

- Ol ... I will not tell anyone, I promise - she is still sobbing - Or, if you want, I will be a witness in court.

- In no case - she sharply raises her head and the hand falls from her shoulder. From the fingers comes a specific aroma of discharge.

- Can I help you with something? - I do not understand why she came. Could continue to pretend that everything is in order.

- You can. Artem promised me that he would leave me alone ... If you or Ksyusha give him a blowjob.

What a twist.

- I really want to help you, really. But this is too much.

- I knew it. Ksyusha even meaningless to ask. - her voice becomes colorless and I am ashamed of my egoism - It means that tomorrow they will tear me up with the whole company.

“Why does he do that at all?”

- You heard. He has photos. If not disgusting, I can tell everything in order.

- Tell me.

- In general, we met with Artem. Now it seems it was in another life. - It was difficult to imagine a beautiful Olga with such a nondescript guy like Artyom, but my comment would obviously be superfluous.- It all started very nicely, I just entered, he was in his second year, almost immediately began to meet. Flowers, night sessions in the cinema ... Then they dispersed to sleep in lectures, and walked the night away.

You know, he became my first man. In the second year I made an offer. Of course, I agreed. We needed a common room, and gave it only family. We are both nonresident. So pure pragmatism, we did not plan an elegant wedding.

But then Lesha, Tema's best friend, began to follow me, at that time, of course - she smiled - He is from a rich family, so it was a simple matter to hit my imagination. At first I took it for a friendly conversation. We allegedly happened on the streets and went somewhere. Restaurants, parties, clubs ... We drank too much in one such meeting. And slept, he took me straight to the toilet of the nightclub, roughly as some kind of whore. Then it all happened again. On Lehi's advice, I gradually changed my appearance: from blond to blond, dresses instead of jeans ...

I was seen with him in one place, then in another. Naturally, they told Artem. He came to the club once after me, I don’t know how I found out, probably, someone called. I could not find me, I ignored calls ... I saw how we were leaving together from the toilet, made a scandal. But then I convinced him that I just felt bad. I really barely stood on his feet. He may have believed, but doubts remained.

A couple of weeks - a month left before the wedding - Lesha organized a party at his home, his parents left somewhere. Naturally, alcohol, a lot of people, the music screams ... Artem got drunk and fell asleep on the couch. At least at that moment I was sure of it. Lyosha dragged me to the parents' bedroom on a huge bed. At first, just caressed. We kissed, he whispered sweet words to me. At that moment I didn’t even know who I love more: him or Artem. Gradually, his hands got under my dress, I remember how I resisted when he took off my panties. Caressing my pussy with my fingers, then hooked up my tongue. I was sure that things would not go further - to fuck my friend's bride on the parent’s bed when a friend sleeps behind the wall ... I caressed his dick through clothes, and to make it easier for me, he took off his pants with shorts. Do you know what 69 is? - I nodded - Well then, imagine what it looked like. Beautiful, exciting, but terribly inconvenient - we have a big difference in growth. Then he still entered into me. In the toilets, the choice of poses is limited, so that time we came off to the fullest. I forgot about the other guests, about Artem ... I just enjoyed the moment, confident that this was our last time. I galloped on top of him, ready to cum when the light suddenly turned on. On the threshold stood Artem, absolutely sober. He did not make a tantrum, no. Turned around and left.

But it was not the whole story, as I told Olga and:

- Where did the photos come from, I never learned.

- Pauline, I was wrong. Too painful to tell. I hate to remember all this dirt.

- But this is important! - I objected - And you too. You are a future psychologist, you should understand this yourself.

- Come this way: I will write this story to you tomorrow. On a piece of paper or on the phone. But, first, swear that it is only between us - I nodded readily - and second, promise to think about my request.

Is she on the blowjob?

“Good, but I can't promise anything.”

- I understand. Good night.