A blush covered Liza's face thickly, her thoughts were confused, and her eyes were stuck on a branch of a poplar tree swaying in the window, illuminated by the spring sun. The girl was unable to control herself and turn her eyes from the window to her classmates, timid and silent, not like 10 minutes ago. And where did their courage and audacity go when things took the expected, but such an exciting turn?
No one dared to take the first step, or even rush a classmate. Lisa, not looking at the guys, embarrassed, with shaking hands began to unbutton the naughty buttons. One by one, they loosened the hem of a white shirt, revealing a strip of the girl's tanned body. In painful silence, Lisa's blurry gaze passed over the faces of shy students, gradually the loud throbbing in the ears and dizziness were replaced by a feeling of excitement and lust. All four guys stood in front of Lisa and waited for what they had been striving for the whole 1st year to happen. Gradually, the numbness let go and in complete silence, filled with exciting breathing, the shirt slipped off, exposing the shoulders, and hung on the arms bent at the elbows.
Lysine's lush breasts, contrasting with a copper tan in a white lace bra, presented themselves to everyone. The distracted faces of the guys stared at one point and lustful eyes now greedily devoured Lisa's tanned, full breasts, squeezed by white lace in the spring rays of the midday sun. The anticipation of more awakened base lust and inflamed them with animal passion, Lisa already clearly saw the bumps in the guys' trousers. Getting rid of the shirt, she put her hands behind her back, a small shiver passed through her body, and naughty fingers fiddled with the hooks for a long time. The guys were looking forward to the next step from Lisa, the girl, wrinkling her nose, looked guiltily at the guys, helplessly coping with the hooks. And so, the tension eased along with the tension of the bra straps. With one movement, the girl threw her bra on the desk and proudly straightened her back without hiding with her hands. Beautiful elastic breasts with light brown nipples stood out above a narrow waist. Crazy excitement covered the girl, from the realization of her own insecurity and dependence, and at the same time superiority over timid fellow students, she lost her sense of reality. Under her black short, above the knees, skirt were soaking wet white lace panties. It seemed that the room was filled with the aroma of plentiful streams flowing down her legs from a burning, trembling vagina.
Excitement has long been replaced by passion, reckless and animal. It was no longer the demand of the blackmailers that moved the girl, but an intoxicating feeling of superiority over timid boys who did not dare to rejoice at the fruits of their blackmail. Following the agreement, Lisa squatted down and looked at those wishing to enjoy her lips with a questioning look.
Now, looking at the boys pulling down their trousers, the ready...even thirsty young woman remembered what had brought her to this finale.
A gloomy October morning could not spoil the mood of the freshman Elizaveta Sinitsyna. The happiness from entering one of the most prestigious universities in Moscow did not give way to boredom and monotony of study. A cheerful and ambitious girl coped with her studies without much difficulty, she rejected the courtship and harassment of the surrounding guys with a smile. Unlike the other students who filled the huge auditorium, Lisa did not allow the thought that the lecture could be boring or uninteresting. Focused on the professor pacing near the podium, the diligent student only regretted that she could not take a seat at the bottom in the front row and was forced to sit further and higher than the honors etiquette required. The vibration of the mobile phone interrupted the strained concentration and Lisa was distracted with relief. The girl held her breath and blushed with indignation while looking at the phone screen. Gathering herself together, she raised her eyes to a classmate sitting in front in the bottom row. Struggling to find words, full of anger, the girl waited for an explanation. Defiantly, she deleted the sent photo from her phone and squeezed her legs tightly under the tabletop. The twinkle in the eyes of Sergei, who so vilely filmed the awkwardness of the student on the phone, caused a storm of indignation. Lisa cursed herself for this mistake. The rising ranks of the audience opened up a full view of the space under the desks. And awkwardly parted legs, allowing you to see the fabric of the panties - the contents of the enraged message just confirmed this.
After considering her position and collecting her thoughts, Liza leaned over her desk and jokingly, in a friendly way, called Sergei.
"We'll talk later," the laconic answer did not calm, on the contrary, disturbed the girl. He must delete the photo and this very hour!
The rest of the lecture went like clockwork: what can we talk about? Just delete and that's it!
In the corridor, in a noisy flow of students, Lisa hopefully caught up with Sergei.
“Have you already removed this abomination?”, the girl urgently asked with a forced smile.
“No, I didn’t delete it,” the guy mumbled defensively.
Full of indignation, Liza stared at him with a questioning look.
“If you do what I ask, then I will delete it, and if not, everyone will see it,” the guy confirmed her worst fears.
"And what will you ask?"
The reddened face and a noticeable bump in Sergey's pants no longer surprised Lisa.
“After classes, come to this large auditorium, show yours ...,” the young blackmailer stammered and lowered his eyes.
"And we're even," he added in a hoarse voice.
Liza felt like a victim, she sat at the lectures depressed, waiting for the end of this torture and, at the same time, fearing the end of the last couple. A crotch photo circulating on social media could have ruined a freshman's life. And show him your ... panties? Boobs? What does he want to see? Perhaps Sergei takes revenge as a rebuffed boyfriend. Be that as it may, the problem must be solved. There was not a soul in the corridor, complete silence was broken by the clatter of timid steps on the parquet. The girl uncertainly entered the empty auditorium and immediately saw Sergei sitting on the teacher's table. His friendly glance promised to resolve this misunderstanding. However, various scenarios of blackmail swarmed in Sergey's brain, impunity and a sense of permissiveness gave rise to monstrous ransom conditions. The victim had no chance in these circumstances. His eyes shining with lust, he brazenly examined the girl from head to toe, accompanying her all the way from the front door.
“Show me your tits,” he said in a hoarse voice, unzipping his fly. Without waiting for Lisa to start, he with difficulty pulled out a cock hardened with anticipation. Lisa, dumbfounded with horror, watched as the swollen head appeared and again hides under the skin from the slow movement of the hand. Depressed, the girl was unable to resist the male's primal gaze. She pulled her blouse up with both hands and, together with her bra, pulled them up to her neck, while hiding her eyes. Emboldened by the behavior of his victim, the guy greedily swallowed his classmate's breasts with his eyes, enjoying the power over the girl. Hearing footsteps from the side, Liza sharply straightened her clothes and looked frightened. Openly filming on the phone, another guy walked around her, most likely an undergrad. A disgusting smug smile etched itself into the girl's memory through the mist.
Terrified, the girl ran out of the audience. Without thinking, gasping for air on the run. A sleepless night full of thoughts gave way to a painful morning. SMS from an unfamiliar number only aggravated the situation. The new condition no longer shocked the emaciated girl.
"Lizok, why are you hanging?" - the senior student said deliberately friendly.
Lisa threw away her memories and was back in the ill-fated auditorium, kneeling in front of four swaying cocks...