Student's Day

We will remember this Student's Day for a long time, the four of us. It's good to get drunk on a holiday. Ilya's dacha was perfect. The middle of nowhere, no neighbors. We bought lamb for shashlik, a case of beer, and a couple bottles of whiskey—the usual set for a guys' getaway.

The first

fiddle was played by Sergey then. It was he who led her to the bedroom when the girl could barely think straight. He returned about twenty minutes later, adjusting his belt, and nodded.

"Ready, you can go in."

We exchanged glances—silently deciding who was next.

I was second. The room was in semi-darkness. Alisa was lying on the bed on her back, her skirt pulled up to the very top, legs spread. Eyes closed, breathing heavily. I approached, ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. She shuddered but didn't open her eyes. The girl was all wet. I entered her without effort. Her stretched and hot pussy easily took my cock. I moved slowly, shallowly at first, afraid to wake her, then harder and faster, bracing my knees against the edge of the bed. She moaned softly, turning her head to the side, fingers digging into the sheet. I came inside her, lingering for a few final thrusts.

Then it was Denis. He didn't stand on ceremony but immediately flipped our victim onto her stomach, placing a pillow under her hips, and entered from behind. She let out a weak cry when he entered. But Dan didn't plan to stop and was already moving, holding her by the hips. His body slapped against her ass. He came quickly, leaving her lying in the same position.

In the morning, the girlfriend complained.

"Everything hurts inside. What happened yesterday?"

We exchanged glances, hiding smirks. After breakfast, when the girl had recovered a bit, we showed her the photos. Shots of her lying helpless while we took turns fucking her holes. We told her straight.

"Either you take our cocks in your ass, or we leak the photos online."

"Don't put them online. My dad watches porn."

The fear in her eyes was better than any orgasm.

Silently, she walked to the table, bent over, and took off her panties. She threw her skirt over her back and spread her buttocks with her hands. We took turns entering her anal opening again—me, Sergey, Denis, Ilya. She whimpered but didn't resist. Rather, she seemed to enjoy servicing us herself.

Afterward, we drove her home. In the car, she sat curled up in a ball, looking out the window. I saw a tear roll down her cheek. But we got what we wanted. And she got the holiday she deserved.