The Secret Under the Lid
Andrey's birthday turned out to be ordinary. A couple of messages in messengers, a couple of calls, a cake from his parents—that was it. He wasn't in a particularly festive mood, but in the evening, when he returned to his rented apartment, a box was waiting for him at the door. There was no name or sender's address on the packaging—just a blue bow.
He sat down on the sofa and opened the box. Inside was a cup, exactly like a "Pepsi" cup, except it was unusual to receive just a cup as a gift. Next to it lay a note labeled "instructions," with a handwritten message: "the straw is the lever, you'll figure out the rest." He picked up the cup, turned it over. The bottom—there was no bottom and
inside, soft walls… it was a masturbator! The hidden entrance was neat. Everything inside was already prepared for use. He didn't wait. He lay down on the bed, put on a condom—just so he wouldn't have to wash it later—and inserted his penis inside, clicked the straw—and the cup started working. Soft, deep-penetrating movements, slow pulsations, a pleasant tightness inside. After a couple of minutes, he came, exhaled, turned off the device, and smiled. He had never received a better gift.In the morning, Andrey felt strange: as if something life-changing had happened during the night, and he was now carrying it with him—like a secret weakness. That very cup was in his backpack. He wasn't planning to use it. Just… took it. For no reason. And he headed to college.
A girl—about nineteen or a bit younger. A miniskirt and a tight sweater—pushing the limits of acceptability and clearly without a bra. She walked past and sat down opposite him. Her gaze slid over him and then she didn't look anymore.
Pulsation, rhythm, contraction. He sat, looking at the girl, as if nothing was happening. Only his breathing became slow and deep. The excitement heightened his arousal. At some point, he couldn't hold back and came. He pulled out his penis, trying not to stain his pants, and at that moment, the girl looked up. She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at his penis—then at the cup. Their eyes met. Andrey quickly tucked his soiled penis back into his underwear.
He swallowed.
— I didn't plan to. Just… — He lowered his eyes. She snorted.
— Were you thinking about me?
He nodded. The girl raised an eyebrow.
— Do you think you're the only one doing this on public transport?
He nodded and heard:
— I have a toy too, only it's… inside right now…
— If I guess what toy it is, will you tell me about your sensations?
She looked at him, smiled, and gave a slight nod.
— Okay, try.
He froze for a couple of seconds, studying her. Then whispered:
— Something… inside. Silent. But you feel every movement. So, a vibrator egg.
She didn't answer right away. But then confirmed:
— Smart. And observant.
Andrey realized—he had guessed right. And he realized something else: she was also masturbating right now. The smile on her lips, the tension in her body, her gaze slightly hazy. Something inexplicable passed between them.
— Is this your stop? — she asked.
He nodded. It was his stop.
— Mine too, — she said, standing up.
— So, will you show me what kind of cup you have?
Andrey silently took out the "soda cup," which still contained his semen, and handed it to her. She took it, examined it, even clicked the straw—the device vibrated slightly in her hands.
— Cute. And quiet. — She handed it back. — But I have my own. Want me to show you? If we're now friends with shared interests.
— I want to, — he said without hesitation.
She took a step closer.
— Then let's go. I know a secluded place—private. We can do more than just show.
— Let's go.
The girl led Andrey down the street, confidently heading toward the college. He didn't quite understand what was happening, but all he felt was a strange tension that grew with every step.
— Here we are, — said Sonya.
They quickly passed through the entrance door. Andrey followed her without asking questions, and then… She approached the men's restroom door, looked around to make sure no one was nearby, pulled the door open, and quickly went inside, her lips curling into a smile.
As soon as they were both inside, she slammed the door shut and sat on the toilet, spreading her legs. Andrey saw her wet panties and the protruding pink tail of a toy. A few moments passed, and he looked up. There was something playful in her eyes, but also tense, as if she didn't fully realize what she had just decided to do.
— Are you… sure? — asked Andrey, though his own words sounded less confident than he would have liked. He felt his heart beating faster.
— Yes, and you? — she asked, her voice quiet but composed. The girl looked at him.
— We can just talk if you're uncomfortable, — she said with a hint of irritation at his hesitation.
The restroom was quiet, only their breathing breaking the silence.
— You promised to tell me about your sensations from the toy.
— I didn't think we'd actually just be talking right now. Okay, I'll tell you. I feel the arousal growing with every breath, but it won't reach orgasm… as always… I haven't been able to come for several months. I want a real penis.
Andrey finally understood his mistake and took off his pants and underwear. Sonya didn't hesitate either. She took off her skirt and wet panties.
— Let's get into my puss… Um… Do you know your penis is covered in semen?
— Well, yeah, I came on the bus.
— Sit on the toilet, and I'll quickly give you a cleansing blowjob.
Andrey positioned himself on the toilet, his penis already burning with arousal. Sonya moved her hair aside and began. He was already ready to come. But then…
The door opened, and an unfamiliar guy stood there who clearly wanted to use the restroom. Andrey, startled, came. Despite his surprise and impatience, the stranger said:
— Couldn't you find a better place? Either I go tell the director about you right now, or I'll come inside her, — he said, locking the door.
Andrey couldn't say anything, but Sonya, unlike him, after swallowing the last of the semen, said the following:
— There's a vibrator egg in my pussy, and besides, it's only for him. So, either come in my ass or get lost.
Both guys were greatly surprised by her words but didn't dare object.
The unfamiliar guy took off his underwear and pulled out his penis, which looked shorter than Andrey's but wider. Sonya stood up, her eyes now filled with nothing but desire. She pulled the toy out of her pussy and placed her hands on Andrey's waist, pulling him toward her. He easily entered her wet pussy, and the stranger didn't hesitate either, thrusting his hard penis straight into her hole. Sonya moaned loudly—she had never had anything in her ass before; for the first time, she felt a penis inside her, and two at once.
Sonya stood between them, pressed by the warmth of two bodies, obedient and open, as if surrendering to the moment, not choosing either of the guys. Andrey's movements became harder, more insistent, leaving no room for doubt. The stranger behind her still held on, roughly thrusting into her as if wanting to assert himself. He was already preparing to come. But Andrey wasn't planning to share. He leaned toward Sonya, ran his right palm over her chest, squeezing it, and whispered right into her ear:
— You're mine. Do you feel how your body wants me?
She closed her eyes and moaned, thinly and brokenly, perfectly in rhythm with his movements. Andrey sharply pulled her closer with his right hand around her waist and turned with her, cutting off the stranger's access. He had to step back, looking at them; he understood he wouldn't be let back in, but he wasn't about to retreat and grabbed Sonya's chest through her thin sweater.
— Take your hand off, — Andrey's voice sounded dangerous.
He wasn't shouting—it was already a threat.
The stranger took a step back. Displeased but defeated. He had to finish with his own hands. After getting his pleasure, he turned around and left, slamming the door and leaving them alone.
Andrey was left alone with Sonya. He embraced her, entering deep and slow. She tightened around him, pressed closer, whispering his name. After a few moments, Andrey came, filling her pussy. He stepped back slightly and saw an amazing sight: Sonya, barely able to stand, sat on the toilet and let Andrey's semen flow right into it. They stood like that for about two minutes, and then she said:
— Those were unforgettable sensations, and for that, I want to give you this, — she took a pink remote from her bag and handed it to Andrey, — just don't turn it on now, not until I've inserted it.
— What do you mean?
— I love you and want to feel your affection constantly. And that's why I'm giving you the remote for my vibrator. Turn it on whenever you want sex or whenever you feel like it. I won't take it out, even in the bath, until it runs out of battery, and after charging, I won't take it out again…
— You realize I could turn it on even during class.
— I'm hoping for that, — said Sonya, inserting the vibrator egg and winking, — and let's spend more time together; if you want, you can come to my place today and take a bath, of course, together. We'll meet after cla-a-ass, why did you turn it on now? I'm more sensitive after an orgasm?!
— You said yourself to turn it on whenever I want sex.
— At least not now, okay? The bell's about to ring.
— Fine, but I'm still going to fuck you today, and until then, I won't turn it off for a minute.
Since then, Andrey used the remote every day. He told his parents he had found an apartment with cheaper rent, but in reality, he moved in with Sonya and enjoyed her every night.
The End.