The internet never forgets

That evening in bed, Lena asked me if she could see the photos I’d supposedly taken. I said no and explained that they were just for me. If she wanted her own photos, we’d have to take some new ones. She reacted with immediate enthusiasm.

Fuck. What photos? I knew about the college groups. The closed Telegram and WhatsApp groups where exactly these kinds of “campus finds” were shared. I knew the name. Every guy knew it.

With trembling fingers, I typed in the group name.

And there they were. Uploaded just under two hours ago.

Thread title: “Hot stranger in the old library wing – Glory Hole Action + Face ”

The first video was 38 seconds long. Filmed from below, flashlight on. You could see everything crystal clear:

Lena’s perfect, smooth-shaven pussy right above the camera, her labia thickly swollen and dark pink. Clear strands of her juices hung down. Her plump breasts hung heavily above it, nipples hard and dark. Then she lowered herself over my (stranger’s) cock and sucked it deep into her mouth. You could hear the wet smacking, see her saliva running down in long strands. Her face was still half-covered here—just her chin, full lips, and part of her cheeks.

The second video: She squatted with her legs spread wide over the camera, spreading her pussy open with both hands. Everything was crystal clear—the glistening, dripping opening, the swollen clit, even the small mole right above her slit. Her breasts filled the top of the frame, heavy and bouncing.

Then the third video—the longest one. How she turned around, pressed her ass against the wall, and shoved the stranger’s cock deep into her pussy. You could see every thrust: how her labia clung to the thick shaft, how her juices and later the cum oozed out. Her tits swung wildly back and forth. Her moans were clearly audible.

And then the last image. A still frame that someone had saved specifically as a photo.

It was razor-sharp.

Lena looked straight down into the camera. Her face was fully visible—flushed, her lips swollen from sucking, a bit of cum on her chin. Her eyes half-closed with lust, a dirty, satisfied smile. Her full breasts hung heavily, nipples rock-hard. Between her widely spread thighs, you could see her freshly fucked pussy—still slightly open, thick white cum oozing out and dripping right next to the lens. A long string hung down. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist. You recognized her immediately. Anyone who had ever seen her on campus would recognize her.

There were already over 70 comments under the post.

Comments:

“Holy fuck, that’s Lena from the business seminar! She always sits in row 4. Hot slut ”

“She really took that dick deep, respect. Face totally recognizable, she’ll never be able to hide again ”

“Who was the lucky guy? Her pussy looked like she’d taken liters of it.”

“Saw her on the escalator afterward. No panties, cum running down her thighs. Took pics right away—should I post them?”

“10/10 would go back into the stall right now. Those tits and that tight pussy… perfect.”

“I almost feel sorry for Peter from her class… or maybe not He has no idea.”

I felt hot and cold at the same time. My dick was so hard it hurt, while half the university was looking at her dirty glory hole photos and videos—with her face clearly recognizable.

Lena rubbed herself faster against my face, obviously sensing how turned on I was.

The whole university saw my girlfriend as a cheap glory hole slut.

And I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life.

I scrolled through the Telegram group like a man possessed with one hand. It got worse.

After the glory hole videos came even more photos—from her walk home.

A photo of the stairs in the old library wing: Lena from a low angle, her skirt just high enough to see her naked, dripping pussy. Her face half in profile, clearly recognizable.

Another one on the way to campus: The wind had blown her skirt up, she’s trying to hold it down, but you can see everything—her shiny thighs, the long white threads clinging to her skin.

Then the escalator to the subway. Several photos in a row. You see her from behind, two steps down. Her ass, her bare pussy, cum running down the inside of her left thigh, clearly visible. Her face is turned slightly to the side—completely in focus, red cheeks, mouth slightly open. Anyone who knows her recognizes her immediately.

And then the absolute worst happened.

Someone had discovered my username. I’d been in this group for two semesters.

@P_BWL23 was tagged.

Suddenly messages started coming in—ping, ping, ping.

“Dude Peter, is that you in the videos? Were you the guy in the glory hole?? ”

“Bro, your girlfriend is an absolute legend. She swallowed that dick like a pro. Can we set that up again?”

“Hey, does Lena actually know you filmed and uploaded all this? Or was it a secret?”

“Someone here is writing about ‘Tumman’ and Peter… wasn’t that you at all? Then someone else just fucked your girlfriend through the hole and came inside her unprotected pussy. Respect.”

I went pale as a sheet. My heart was racing.

I quickly typed in the group chat:

“Guys, that was a misunderstanding. It wasn’t planned. Please delete the pictures and videos. That’s my girlfriend.”

The replies came immediately:

“Haha, so that really wasn’t your dick? Crazy. Then your Lena just got properly fucked by a stranger ”

“Bro, that pussy looked like it took a real beating. And you didn’t know anything about it?”

“Question: Does she even know that the pictures are all over the place now?”

Panic flooded over me. I frantically typed back:

“No. She doesn’t know anything about this. Please, don’t tell her anything, don’t post anything else. That would completely ruin our relationship. I’m serious.”

The reactions got even dirtier:

“If she doesn’t know… then she just sucked a stranger’s dick today and let some random guy cum in her pussy. Hot.”

“Send us a recent photo of her, what she looks like right now…”

And I couldn’t get a single word out. The messages came one after another:

“So Peter, what are you willing to do to keep us from spreading the pictures and videos and to make sure Lena doesn’t find out?”

“Exactly. Hush money, bro. What do you have to offer?”

“I want to fuck her. For real this time, not just through the hole.”

“Me too. Her tits look so hot, I want to squeeze them while I take her from behind.”

“Or you send us new videos of her regularly. Naked, fucking, giving head—whatever.”

I typed back angrily:

“You can all go fuck yourselves. Delete that shit right now.”

The replies came immediately with laughing emojis and new screenshots.

I realized I had ****. These guys had the power. Lena could never find out.

So I wrote, with Lena’s dripping pussy pressed firmly against my mouth:

“Okay… what exactly do you want? But fucking her is out of the question. Never.”

The replies got more specific:

“Then just give us material. Fresh stuff. Nude photos, videos, used panties, whatever. On a regular basis.”

“As proof that you’re serious: Upload something you have of her right now. Otherwise, everything goes to the big groups.”

With trembling fingers, I opened my hidden gallery. There they were—the photos from our last beach vacation in Fuerteventura. Lena topless in the sun. Her full, heavy breasts bare, tanned, nipples hard from the wind. In one, she was lying on her stomach, ass slightly raised, thong deep between her cheeks. In another, she was sitting with her legs spread in the sand, wearing only a thin pair of panties that barely covered anything. Her face was clearly visible in some, in others half in shadow or from the side.

I selected three where her face wasn’t too clearly recognizable and uploaded them.

Uploaded:

Lena on the beach, topless, lying on her back. The sun glints off her heavy breasts, nipples stiff. Legs slightly spread, the little red panties outline her labia.

Her from behind, applying sunscreen, ass round and plump, thong disappearing between her cheeks.

Close-up of her breasts, heavy in her hands as she smiles at the camera—face slightly cropped, but still recognizable to someone who knows her.

The reactions came immediately:

“Fuuuuck, those tits are even better than I thought. Hot slut.”

“More of that. That’s enough for a down payment.”

“Dude, if that’s your hush money… then I want new photos next week. Preferably of her getting fucked right now.”

“She looks like she loves being used. Congrats, cuck.”

My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to cum right there in my pants. The humiliation burned in my chest, panic choked my throat—and at the same time, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.