Where Vic was going after leaving Devi in his room was straight to the girl’s dormitory. He was ready. He knew he was ready by how badly he wanted Devi in the moment, how much effort it took him to stop his hands and his mouth. If he was going to cross this threshold, then he would make sure to do it right – to do it with the one person he could not stop thinking about since he started at Dampgate.

It hadn’t been that late yet, so there was still some activity in the girl’s dorm, some brushing their teeth while they were talking to each other across the hall. Not nearly as many of them paid attention to him this time – the assumption being that after two weeks he was fully integrating into Dampgate and there was nothing out of the ordinary about his presence. The ones that did look his way probably knew that any assumptions about him might be incorrect.

He found Marcia’s room quickly, opening the door into the common room between the two bedrooms and finding it dark and empty. Then he crossed the room, hovered with his hand over the doorknob and took a deep breath before quietly opening the door and finding a sight that he had failed to prepare himself for.

Marcia was there. She was sitting on the bed, on her knees, her bare feet pointed back behind her and completely in the nude, with the gorgeous curve of her back and bare ass facing towards him. Her black hair, which flowed nearly hallway down her back bounced in rhythmic motions. Recovering from the initial shock of it, Vic realized that the reason she had been wearing nothing, was because she was not alone in the room, and because she was actually sitting with her hips pressed into the hips of this man, moving her bum in vertical circular motions.

As the clarity returned somewhat to his vision and eyes adjusted to the dark he could see that Marcia and this person were both sitting up and she had her arms around him while his hands were raised between them, exploring the tender forms of her modest breasts. The reason then of course that her hips were moving the way they were is because he was inside her, and she was doing the work of bringing them both pleasure. And then, the final piece of the puzzle fit into its place, the recognition of the stubble of the man who was kissing her neck as she threw her head back – Sabor.

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Vic had seen multiple girls get fucked at Dampgate since arriving there, but none of those hit as hard as Marcia riding the manhood of her own rival. He supposed this was the cruel reality of group assignments at Dampgate, and yet he was unable to turn away, almost as if he was living vicariously through Sabor. It was as if it was his own hands pressing against Marcia’s breasts, as if it was his own thighs that she was sitting on. Watching them through the crack in the door he did not want to take his eyes of her ample ass, the soles of her feet, the slender forms of her arms wrapped around Sabor, and the moaning sounds she made each time she lowered herself further into his lap, helping him getting deeper inside her, took Vic’s breath away.

He could not take it any longer, he would find relief for himself one way or another, so he unzipped his pants and took out his own pecker and stroked it as is his eyes continued to watch the scene. Here Sabor lowered his face down to Marcia’s breasts, burying his mouth in between them and Vic felt a new sensation down there. He was getting close, unsurprising given how far Devi had taken him only minutes earlier. Feeling himself reaching the end, he made the mistake of closing his eyes, of going too much into himself, unable to see or hear the clear signs that he should have left.

Instead, suppressing a groan as to not alert anyone, he allowed himself to erupt weeks’ worth of frustration from his loins, opening his eyes to find that Marcia now stood in the open doorway, and had fully received the load he had just relieved himself from.

Vic’s mouth blabbed open silently like that of a fish as he stared at Marcia, standing still fully naked from head to toe, leaning on the side of the doorframe, his white stickiness covering her from the top of her stomach down to the black hair of the bush below her waist.

“Is this how you great your friends now?” Marcia asked, looking down at the mess Vic left on her body.

“Is that Vic?” Sabor called from the bed. “Good job, moron.”

This caused Marcia to turn her head sharply in his direction. “You know what, that’s enough out of you. We’re done here anyway.”

“But I haven’t even cum yet,” Sabor said, annoyed.

“Well, I’m sure Vic here can give you a few tips.”

“You haven’t cum either,” Sabor suggested, his voice sounding like he was really grasping at straws.

“Oh please,” Marcia said, “Like you have any idea how to even do that. I’ll be alright on my own. And you, Vic,” she turned back to him and he realized her fingers had gone to some of his juice and wiped off a big glob of it. “Why don’t go get some sleep, you look terrible.” And just before she turned away to go back into her room, she put those fingers in her mouth and licked them clean.