A story about a holiday and a plunger. ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies

[Anonymous]

(18+, perhaps)
(continued...)
Correct! It was Olya who vomited. I rushed to the bathroom to get a basin, but when I returned, she had already finished vomiting. And... - that's right! - began to masturbate. I didn’t move Olya to a new place - there weren’t many clean places left, and I also needed to sleep somewhere. Therefore, I chose the bathroom as Olya’s new location. I gave her some warm water and... went out to smoke.
Then I cleaned the sofa and bed, washed the vomited floor and took the dirty blanket to the bathroom... There was water in the bathroom. Almost half. Although I did not insert a plug into the drain. It turned out that the drain was clogged with another portion of Olya's vomit.
As my friend said when he got drunk at a party, vomited into the bathroom and was looking for something to remove the blockage: "Every intelligent house should have a plunger!" Here, for example , I have a plunger at home... What about you? Do you have a plunger at home? No?! Be sure to get one!
I spent a long time wielding this plunger, which made delicious slurping sounds, and a young romantic girl lay next to her and masturbated, squeezing her knees... Having completely evaporated, and almost to no avail, I threw the plunger and... went out to smoke...
When I returned, I saw Olya mercilessly fucking herself with the handle of this same plunger. That's it, simple and very effective - judging by her low and drawn-out moans. Then the range of movements of the wooden unit acquired a threatening character: it seemed to me that she was driving it almost entirely into herself. It became scary that the girl might get injured, so the plunger had to be confiscated. Here she showed the first signs of intelligent life - she opened her eyes, fixed her gaze on me and mumbled something similar to “Give it up... ”
- Fuck you! - I answered.
My answer, or maybe the object mentioned in it, caused a lively response in Olya’s delicate nature - she smiled, muttered something and began to spread her legs as far as the bathroom allowed. Then she took my hand and began poking it at herself... And then...
I didn’t go out to smoke! Idiot... I took Olya in my arms and carried her to the bed, began to kiss her chest, stomach... and, apparently, I pressed too hard - Olya shuddered, raised herself on her elbow and threw the grub right on my head. Damn! I had to go out for a smoke...
After washing and smoking, I took her back to the bathroom, bent her over the side, face inward, with her ass towards me, and fucked her in that position, thinking about the bed that had already been cleaned and vomited again, about the pile of dirty laundry, about a clogged drain and about the theater that this romantic girl Olya gave me today. Having finished,.. went out to smoke...
... She "left early in the morning, while I was still sleeping...". Olya did not appear at the institute for several days, and then somehow she came to the end of classes, but not alone, but in the company of a gloomy young man who looked intently at me from afar, and in the evening met me at the entrance - with two friends. The young man, apparently, like Olya, had a fine mental organization, so he did not immediately get into a fight, but explained the essence of his claims. According to Olya, I cunningly lured her to my home, then got her drunk and brutally raped her. Moreover, it is so severe that the pain in her vagina still does not allow them to have sex normally.
- It’s not me, it’s a plunger, I tried to explain.
- That’s how you were two???!!!
Now, raking up dry leaves with an old rake, I think that it was completely in vain to neigh so indecently then. I could have restrained myself... And, perhaps, I, laughing homerically, would not have been beaten so hard.
After all, not everyone grew up in an intelligent environment and therefore many simply do not know that "in every intelligent home there must be a plunger"!