When Oleg returned, he realized that something was going on in the bedroom. He heard Nastya crying or shrieking. He came in and saw that Kirill had mastered her from behind, exactly as you thought, so she was in pain and she was bumping into the pillow and crying. As you can imagine, no one asked her this time either. Kirill walked and walked and walked, even mopped the floor, waiting for Oleg. Nastya tried to go somewhere else, not to be available, so to speak. Kirill several times clamped her somewhere near the wall, she slipped out, he thought to wait for Oleg some more, but he was delayed. Eventually he improved the moment and caught her, quickly piling her on the bed and getting on top of her, since this fantasy had been bugging him since yesterday.

"Kiryukha, what are you doing …" – Oleg wanted to stop him, but Kirill waved his hand – "Olez, wait, I'll be right back" – and actually in a minute he fell on Nastya, completely satisfied and de-energized. Immediately he retreated to the shower. Nastenka pulled up her legs, hugged her knees with her arms and sat wiping her tears. Oleg was upset and started kissing her hands, her legs, her knees.

"Forgive us, animals like that" – of course I wish he could make excuses, but what can you do?

Kyril got out of the shower – got on his knees – "Sunshine, I'm sorry, I'm such an asshole" – crawled up to her on his knees – "You want to hit me".

He was basically ready to get slapped, but Nastya decided to refrain, just in case.

Oleg continued kissing her legs, her feet, her toes, painted so neatly and so excitingly red … And now his head was between her legs again, and again it ended in orgasm.

But it was absolutely impossible for Oleg to stop. He was already in the same place as Kirill, only this time Nastya was almost painless.

Vanya was cooking something in the kitchen again. Of course he heard and understood what was going on there, but somehow he decided to eat first and then think about whether it was worth it or not. He called them to the table. Potatoes, mushrooms, and chicken. Just the usual stuff. But, considering that all this was already prepared, it was very pleasant. Kirill and Oleg actively praised Vanya, realizing that the well-being of their stomachs at the moment depended on him.

Kirill whispered in Nastya's ear – "Sunny, please don't refuse Vanya if he asks, okay?" – Nastya said something very quietly that sounded like "okay". And somehow she squirmed again.

"It's all right, really," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

After dinner, Vanya called his almost friends into the other room to talk. They left the door open to keep Nastya in sight at all times.

"Guys, what have we done?" – Ivan began – "What if she …"

"And let's not think about that 'if'" – Kirill interrupted him.

"We may not be here when that 'if' might happen," Oleg remarked encouragingly.

"Well, you realize this is a tribunal?" – Vanya continued.

"Vanya" – Kirill put his hand on his shoulder – "There will be no 'ifs', everything will be fine, especially we will help Nastenka with the money and with the evacuation" – Kirill said loud enough for Nastya to hear for sure.

Nastya was actually very scared. Even scarier than when all this was happening. She thought they wanted to kill her.

No man, no problem, so to speak.

She listened with bated breath to what they were talking about. In fact, she could hear almost everything.

For some reason, she didn't assure them that she wouldn't tell anyone anything. It would have been a stretch anyway. But she was relieved when she realized they were trying to pay her off. And why not, really? She had almost no money, not much, and if she was going somewhere, she needed money to get a place to live for a while.

Nastya, as you understand, was not a spender, so she didn't care how much – no matter how much.

Since the internet was still working, they could keep in touch with one of their fellow soldiers. He generally wrote that they should stay put for the time being, because if they went in their own direction, they could come under fire from their own side. He did not report to his superiors that he knew where they were. Just in case. Anyway, they had nowhere to go.

Nastya had such a crazy dream – to ride a convertible on an autumnal St. Petersburg. Can a girl from the provinces dream?

And then there was a bang somewhere very close by. There was no point in shelling their settlement, there were neither of them here at the moment, but still something could fly in. So they went to the cellar, they had already settled there. They took the computer, which should have lasted for three or four hours. Nastya had some more rechargers, which they kept fully charged. She had a light by the way, a weak one, but it didn't matter. They took blankets and pillows just in case. Mattresses were already there. Well and food and a burner for cooking something small, including coffee. To heat water for tea. Oddly enough, the internet was still working. We watched some movie, but it was hard to find something that everyone liked. Then Kirill started looking for something interesting …And started to open porn ....

"Well, here we go again," Nastya thought with fear, realizing that she had nowhere to go.

And it really started, he began to open videos of a group nature. Of course, it couldn't help but excite everyone.

"Let's do it together," Kirill suggested. He had never had a foursome before, but he wanted to try it that way. Apparently, he wanted to get the most out of this situation.

"Oh, you're crazy," Nastya rushed toward the stairs upstairs, but Kirill caught her and pulled her down.

"Sunshine, come on, this is going to be so much fun," he coaxed unconvincingly.

"Who's having fun," Nastia tried to break free.

"We agreed – we'll help you with money," Kirill continued.

"Fuck you and your money" – Nastya continued to lash out – it was getting too much. Oleg came over – "Nastya, we'll be careful, honestly.

It turns out that Kirill had brought that very handkerchief with him (just in case) and he, throwing it over Nastya's neck, offered:

"Do you want us to blindfold you?" – he rightly thought it would be easier for her that way.

In fact, Nastya didn't know what to do. She was scared both ways.

In general, "neatly" did not fit here at all, but no one let Nastya out. Ivan, too, was already very horny and was not planning to miss his chance.

They encircled her from three sides, slowly pulling off her clothes and caressing her breasts and crotch… When she was already naked, Kirill blindfolded her.

"Or else we're shy," he joked.

She was placed on top of someone, she thought it was Oleg. Another came up behind her and his hard dignity pressed against her lower back.

"Please don't," Nastya pleaded.

"Shh, shh, it's going to be okay," Kirill whispered. He was so experienced that he managed to relax her as much as possible and entered.

Someone gently took her by the chin and it was clear what was wanted from her, she realized it was Ivan.

Then they lifted her up and continued standing, again simultaneously from both sides. At first they tried to keep silent, but then it was impossible.

Then they put her on top again and it was clearly Ivan. And Oleg from behind.

Then they laid her down, Oleg settled between her legs to give her pleasure and Kirill sat on top of her, offering to do his dignity, Ivan holding her arms so she wouldn't resist.

And even so, she still cum, which was unexpected for her herself.