Aigul. The Virgin Student. Part 1
Talk about bad luck! There are six groups in the year, and of course it’s their group that has Mikhail Mikhalych teaching physics. At first glance the lecturer makes a pleasant impression. About forty years old. Neat, fit, careful about his appearance. Always in strict tweed suits, clearly made to order by a skilled tailor. Polite, courteous, not without a sense of humour. Only he is a pedant to the core. Try handing anything in to a man like that, try getting admitted to the exam. A real beast. He fails people left and right, cuts them down without mercy. And Aigul simply cannot afford to be failed.
Aigul is a Kazakh girl from a patriarchal, though not wealthy, family. She came to Moscow from distant Astrakhan. There is no help to be expected from her parents; they are not rich people. Without a scholarship Aigul simply cannot survive. And now this perfectionist has stood in her way. What’s interesting is that the prettier the girl, the more Mikhail Mikhalych picks on her. Some kind of woman-hater. He gives plain girls a pass easily. Out of pity, maybe? But if a student is good-looking, her chances of getting a pass are slim. In fact, non-existent.
Only Eva somehow managed to get a pass from him. Eva is a beauty with bright red hair and a scattering of cute freckles. Always cheerful, giggly, but at the same time thick as a brick. She barely understands the difference between physics and chemistry. And yet she got the pass, by some miracle. Unlike Aigul. She finished school with a gold medal. Physics had always been her favourite subject. Only she cannot pass it. She has already gone to Mikhail Mikhalych five times. The result is always the same. Aigul pours her heart out in front of him, rattles off entire paragraphs learned by heart, while Mikhail Mikhalych seems not even to be listening. He sits there carefully examining Aigul’s graceful figure, the breasts that stand out clearly under her dress, her silky dark hair. Then, as if coming to his senses, he asks some question that has nothing to do with the topic and spreads into a smile when he sees the confusion on her face.
“Well, my dear?” he asks with concern in his voice, looking into Aigul’s black eyes. “Tsk-tsk-tsk. A simple question has put you in a difficult position. Alas. With that level of knowledge it is premature to speak of a pass. Study a little more and come another time. I shall be glad to listen to you again.”
And Aigul leaves. Where else can she go? She returns to the dormitory, buries her face in the pillow and sobs at the top of her voice. How can she not cry when she is being treated unfairly? Alone, far from her family. The only Kazakh girl in the year.
From birth Aigul had been surrounded by people like herself — Kazakhs. The Kazakhs lived in a closed community of their own. They married exclusively among themselves. For parents it was a perfectly ordinary matter to choose a fiancé for their daughter. Sometimes at a very early age. Such is the tradition. Aigul was introduced to her future husband while still in primary school. The boy’s name was Kairat. A good-looking lad who played sport. Only he did poorly at school. But that was a trifle. The main thing was that he was energetic and persistent. That meant he would not be lost in life and would take care of Aigul. After the parents had agreed on the match, the boy and the girl were transferred into the same class and seated at the same desk. That was how they sat until they finished school. Aigul — an excellent student, Kairat — a quiet C-student. Neither the boy nor the girl had the slightest doubt about the rightness of their parents. If Kairat was her future husband, then Aigul was simply obliged to love him. Kairat thought the same about his bride.
The couple constantly walked hand in hand, but their parents, whose authority was absolute, did not allow anything more. Once they were married they would cross that forbidden line; until then even kisses were under lock and key. After graduating from school it was decided to send Aigul and Kairat to Moscow. Their fathers had studied there in their time. They believed that the best education their children could receive was only at Moscow universities. The young man and the girl set off for the capital together, but only the excellent student Aigul managed to enter a university. Kairat failed every institution he applied to. What was more, having failed to get in, he went into the army for a whole year. Never mind, the families of the bride and groom decided. Let Aigul study for now. As soon as Kairat finishes his service the young people will get married at once and settle in Moscow together. Whether Kairat will try to enter university again or go to work to support his student wife — time will tell.
And so Aigul studies. She tries to pass physics, and after each new failure she cries into her pillow. It was in precisely that state, following the failure of her fifth attempt to get a pass, that her neighbour Eva, who had come running for salt, found her.
“What happened?” asked the usually cheerful and carefree girl. “Has someone offended you?”
The girls were not friends. Eva had no girlfriends at all. She preferred to spend her time in the company of young men. There she felt free. The conventions and boundaries imposed by puritanical society weighed on her. Evil tongues even claimed that no young man had ever heard the word “No” from her. But that was just gossip, of course.
As for Aigul, she had had no girlfriends even at school. Indeed, why did she need girlfriends when she had Kairat? Besides, in Astrakhan there had been plenty of girls of her own nationality. In Moscow she felt like an alien among European faces. Because of that she was very self-conscious and avoided communication with other students. In addition, Aigul was by nature a shy girl. As a result she could not even make friends with her roommate. Aigul very much wanted to complain to someone about the unfair attitude of the cursed physics lecturer. Why not to Eva? She was unlikely to feel any sympathy, but it would be enough if she simply listened.
“Mikhail Mikhalych,” she sobbed. “The physics lecturer.”
Eva’s reaction surprised her. She did not throw up her hands, shake her head sympathetically or mutter the usual consolations.
“It was to be expected,” Eva said calmly. “You’re a pretty girl. And an Asian one at that.”
“What does that have to do with it?” Aigul was so surprised that she stopped crying.
“Oh, come on! As if you don’t understand!” Eva laughed. “Mikhail Mikhalych is a ladies’ man with a long track record. The girls from the senior years have told me a lot about him. A real tomcat. He never misses a pretty face. A girl is of no interest to him only if she is completely ugly.”
“What are you saying?” Aigul was amazed. “Is that really true?”
The information about the lecturer seemed curious to her, but nothing more. Eva, apparently, had misunderstood her. Aigul was talking about her studies.
“He keeps picking on me,” she began to explain to Eva. “He won’t give me a pass. I’ve already been to him five times and there’s no result.”
“Well, that’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Eva was surprised now. “He’s making advances, dropping hints, and you just don’t get it. Be nicer to me, or you can forget about a pass.”
“It can’t be!” Aigul recoiled. “You mean he’s…”
Eva was tired of beating about the bush and choosing her words carefully.
“He wants to fuck you. Is that clear enough? Or shall I say it again? If you don’t give it to him, you won’t get a pass.”
Aigul froze with her mouth open, while Eva continued with a sly little smile.
“That’s his usual practice. A pretty student has not the slightest chance of getting a pass except through his bed. You’ll object that others somehow get it. I’ll answer. The ugly ones get it straight away, without any effort. Mikhail Mikhalych has no desire to look at their ugly mugs any more than necessary. But you’re very pretty. Face, figure. And a Kazakh girl into the bargain. Apparently he hasn’t had a Kazakh yet. He wants to fill the gap in his collection with you.”
“But you’re not ugly!” Aigul exclaimed. “And yet you got it the first time.”
“Exactly,” Eva nodded. “Here’s a logic puzzle for you. Pretty, doesn’t know physics, yet got a pass from Mikhail Mikhalych.”
“You slept with him?” Aigul was horrified.
“Full marks for the answer! Though with a minus. I didn’t sleep with him, but I did let him have me. Locked myself in the lab assistant’s room with him. Got on all fours, pulled my skirt up, panties off. Five minutes — and hand over the grade book.”
Aigul’s vision darkened. What filth!
“You’ve completely changed colour,” Eva laughed. “As if I had a choice. I’m not going to drop out of university because of some lecherous goat. Why are your eyes popping out? Ah! I understand! You’re probably still a virgin. Guarding your treasure. I’ve got nothing left to guard between my legs. Before the hairs even appeared on my mound I had already had fun with two nice boys. It was a good time. Something to remember.”
Brought up in strictness, Aigul could not believe the reality of what was happening. A girl was so casually admitting that she had not only failed to keep herself for her future husband, but was even amused by it. How could she not be ashamed!
“Since then,” Eva continued, “all sorts of cocks have been in my holes. You couldn’t count them. So Mikhail Mikhalych gets lost in that huge crowd. One more — so what.”
“Holes…” slipped out of Aigul, surprised by the plural.
“Well, yes. What’s bothering you?” Eva sincerely did not understand.
Aigul was silent, looking at the floor.
“Ah, so that’s what you mean!” Eva broke into a smile. “You see, I, like you, have one more hole. For special connoisseurs. For slow-witted little virgin girls I’ll say it straight — the arse. The first time I was fucked in the arse was still at school. Imagine, I met a guy in a club. We snogged a bit. Both of us wanted to continue, but wouldn’t you know it — my period. Enough to make you cry. The guy turned out to be experienced. Suggested a way out. I decided to try. It all happened in the club toilet. I was satisfied. Great sensations. Now I offer it to the guys myself. The ones who are braver.”
Aigul shook her head disapprovingly. She was ready to say many things to the slut, but her upbringing would not allow her to do so.
“My dear little moralist,” Eva threw up her hands. “Yes. I’m a very flighty creature. That’s how they write it in ladies’ novels, isn’t it? What next? I, the loose woman (as you no doubt think of me), will continue studying at university, while you, the proper little girl, will not be admitted to the exams and will fairly soon be expelled. You’ll go back to your provincial home.”
Aigul found nothing to reply. First, after what she had just heard, that was more or less exactly how she thought of Eva. Second, Eva was completely right. Without a pass in physics Aigul would first lose her scholarship (how would she live then?), and then could easily be expelled.
“I’ll go to the dean’s office,” she blurted out the first thing that came into her head. “They’ll find a way to deal with Mikhail Mikhalych.”
“Go on, go. The dean, Sergei Valeryanovich, is an old friend of Mikhail Mikhalych. Since school. It’s clear whose side he’ll take. Besides, there is no better way to spoil relations with all the lecturers at once than to complain about one of them to the dean’s office. Informers are not liked. Everyone has a secret life. Today you’re digging under Mikhail Mikhalych, and tomorrow? Under one of them?”
Aigul began to cry.
“There she goes again,” Eva grimaced. “What’s the point of crying for nothing? It will be the way Mikhail Mikhalych wants it anyway.”
“I’m a virgin,” Aigul wept. “I have a boyfriend. Kairat. We were in the same class. He’s serving in the army now. I’m saving myself for him. After the army Kairat will come to Moscow and we’ll get married.”
“One doesn’t prevent the other,” Eva said reasonably. “You can keep one hole for your fiancé and let the physics lecturer into the other. I’m talking about the arse. If you want to know, he’s crazy about arses. At first he was poking into my pussy. Slowly, with conversation. Said it was dangerous without a rubber, especially for a girl. The arse would be much safer. As soon as I understood what he was driving at, I agreed at once. My arse is tighter than my cunt, he’ll come quicker. He bloomed like a poppy. He got what he wanted after all.”
“And then?” Aigul asked, fascinated.
“He changed holes and fucked me in the arse. He even had a tube of lubricant in his pocket. The bastard had prepared for anal in advance.”
Aigul was confused. Too much information at once. She wanted to ask Eva about the details, the particulars of sex with the lecturer, but she did not dare. On the one hand it was shameful to show that such topics could interest her, a home-loving girl, at all. On the other — she did not dare utter a single one of those filthy words that uneducated girls like Eva used for the sexual organs. So the conversation ended quickly. Not forgetting to take the salt cellar, Eva left with a sly smile on her face, and Aigul remained alone. She whimpered a little over her bitter fate, and then returned to her textbooks and notes. She would prepare so thoroughly that the lecturer would not have the slightest chance of flooring her with a tricky question. Aigul crammed all night long. As the next day showed, completely in vain. She failed the sixth attempt to get a pass just as she had failed the five previous ones. No wonder. Now, after everything Eva had told her about the lecturer, she clearly recognised his lustful glances and playful intonations. Hardly had Aigul begun to speak when he would stare at her breasts or sigh languidly. She would immediately lose the thread, forget what she had been talking about and fall silent.
“Disgraceful…” Mikhail Mikhalych pronounced after a few minutes. “Today you have finally disappointed me. I no longer wish to waste my time on you. Today’s meeting was the last. Higher education is beyond your powers. Farewell.”
He left, and Aigul remained sitting like a stone statue. She sat until she was asked to leave. Evening classes were about to begin in the auditorium.
On autopilot she made her way to the dormitory. In the lobby of the first floor she ran into Eva. The latter was cheerfully chattering with some young man, but seeing Aigul she broke off the conversation and, blowing a kiss to her companion, rushed over to her.
“Hi! Why are you looking so down?”
Aigul stopped, but did not answer the words addressed to her.
“Ah! I think I understand. You’ve been to the physics lecturer again. Hoping for a miracle. There are no miracles, my girl. Come on.”
She seized Aigul by the hand and pulled her along. Eva dragged the grief-stricken girl into her room and sat her down on the bed.
“Now that we’re alone, listen to me. I can see you didn’t believe me yesterday. Decided to wear the lecturer down by persistence? Well, nothing will come of it except through intimacy. Why are you putting on airs? Mikhail Mikhalych, if you think about it, isn’t such a repulsive creature. Not too old, looks after himself. Besides, he leaves you the chance to keep your virginity for your fiancé. Stick your arse out, endure five minutes — and all troubles are behind you. The main thing is that no one will know anything about it.”
Eva, gently stroking Aigul’s head, enveloped the girl who had fallen into a trance with words. Just like her mother in early childhood. Mother had taught her many things then. As life had shown, the right things, useful ones. Now mother was far away. Perhaps she should listen to the words of the experienced Eva. After all, she wanted good for Aigul. Follow Eva’s advice — and the end of all troubles. Aigul would continue her life as an excellent student, wait for Kairat from the army, and they would finally get married.
“Throw the prejudices out of your head,” Eva was saying. “If you think about it, anal sex is not betrayal at all. It’s the same as rubbing your clit. A girl doesn’t consider that she’s cheating on her boyfriend when she fingers her little bean. Especially since your virginity will go exclusively to your fiancé.”
From Eva’s words, anal sex with Mikhail Mikhalych looked quite logical and natural.
“I understand you’re shy,” Eva continued. “It’s awkward for you to tell Mikhail Mikhalych yourself that you agree to intimacy. I’ll help you. I’ll take the negotiations with the lecturer upon myself.”
Again she stroked Aigul’s hair, her back. Her voice became quieter and more insinuating.
“And if someone does find out after all?”
That was the only phrase Aigul managed to force herself to utter. She understood that one cannot simply surrender without a fight. She wanted to show Eva, and herself as well, that the decision had been reached with enormous difficulty.
“Silly girl,” Eva cooed. “Only three people will know how you got the pass. You, me and the lecturer. I’ll be extremely cynical. It is not in your or Mikhail Mikhalych’s interests to spread the word on this subject. As for me, I swear to keep my mouth shut. Besides, even if I did blab (which can never happen), you would simply laugh at me as an insolent liar. Really, why would you, an excellent student, fuck for a pass? It sounds completely absurd. They’ll believe you, not me.”
Aigul calmed down and smiled timidly.
“Will you talk to Mikhail Mikhalych? Will you?” she asked, immediately frightened by her own question.
“Of course. I suggested it myself, didn’t I?”
Surprisingly, the night was calm for Aigul. She slept a peaceful sleep without dreams. The calmness with which Eva had spoken the previous evening had transferred itself to her. In the morning she took a shower and put on a new set of underwear. The SMS from Eva’s number with the text “At 12 at the physics department” did not agitate her. She only began to worry after she had crossed the threshold of the university. An unusual weakness appeared in her whole body, a trembling in her knees. Eva was waiting for her by the laboratory door.
“Well done!” she exclaimed when she saw Aigul. “Exactly on time. Hurry, Mikhail Mikhalych is waiting for you in the lab assistant’s room. He can’t stand lateness.”
Aigul hesitated. She had expected some advice from Eva about how to behave. In vain. The other merely pushed her in the back, directing her towards the door behind which the lecturer was waiting.
“Come with me. Just stand by the door,” she asked timidly, but in reply saw only a silent shake of the head.
“Is it at least not painful?” Aigul asked in a thin little voice.
“Tolerable,” Eva smiled crookedly. “The main thing is to relax.”
Aigul opened the door and on cotton-wool legs entered the lab assistant’s room. She saw Mikhail Mikhalych at once. He was sitting on a massive sofa upholstered in leatherette. One leg crossed over the other, a triumphant little smile on his face.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted her first.
“Hello,” Aigul answered timidly, lowering her eyes to the floor.
The lecturer jumped up from the sofa, darted to the door and turned the key in the lock. Now no one and nothing could interfere with their privacy.
“It’s pleasant to see that an excellent little student has, besides the dry scientific knowledge obtained from textbooks, acquired some worldly wisdom as well. Indeed, why resist what is inevitably going to happen.”
Aigul could find nothing to reply. The lecturer approached her from behind and placed his hands on her shoulders. Aigul shuddered.
“There, there, calm down,” the man whispered in her ear. “I know you’re a virgin and I promise I won’t touch your precious treasure. You’ll leave the same way you came.”
The man’s hands slid from her shoulders down to the girl’s breasts, causing a nervous tremor.
“Just look how firm they are,” the lecturer admired, squeezing the girl’s breasts in his palms.
What was he doing! How dare he paw her! Aigul had not agreed to that. She turned her head halfway to protest, but her lips were immediately covered by Mikhail Mikhalych’s wide-open mouth. His tongue somehow incomprehensibly found itself inside Aigul’s mouth. His hands, as if having lost all interest in Aigul’s breasts, slid down her body and, lifting her little skirt, stopped at her crotch. An electric current seemed to run through the girl’s body. She mechanically tried to free herself, but immediately heard:
“Stupid, stupid. First you come yourself. I repeat — YOURSELF. And then suddenly start playing the virtuous maiden. Besides, I’m not holding you. You can clear off. From this room, and then from the university.”
Under the influence of his words Aigul fell silent. Mikhail Mikhalych thrust the fingers of both hands into the thick hair covering the mound and the lips of her virgin vagina. The hands carefully felt the mound, played with the hairs, winding them around the tips of thin fingers, moved lower. Aigul was burning with shame. And not only because a man was touching her THERE. She had badly neglected herself. A well-brought-up girl is supposed to remove her pubic hair. But how could Aigul properly look after herself while living in a dormitory? In the shower room, which had no partitions, other girls were constantly present, and in the room — her neighbour. It was still possible to take a shower by catching a moment when no one was in the shower room, but to start shaving her crotch was completely unacceptable. What if someone came in? Custom forbade a girl to expose her genitals even in the presence of other women.
Her heart was pounding madly, echoing in her temples. Sticky sweat covered her body. What was he allowing himself! The man’s fingers slid up and down the fluffy slit a couple of times, shamelessly parted the lips and, groping among the tender folds, tried to dive into the tight little hole. When Aigul cried out from the pain, the man gave a satisfied grunt.
“Definitely a virgin. No deception. All right, all right, I won’t go any further. But how dry you are. Simply a desert,” the lecturer chuckled. “Never mind, it’s fixable.”
After these words Mikhail Mikhalych set to work on her clitoris. He either tenderly caressed it through the skin folds or, pulling back the hood, roughly rubbed its head. The sharp alternation of caress and roughness seemed to the girl not exactly pleasant, but interesting in its own way. The experienced ladies’ man knew a thing or two about intimate caresses.
“There we are. Now it’s quite a different matter,” Mikhail Mikhalych soon stated. “The little girl has got wet. We can take the next step.”
He ordered the girl to kneel on the sofa and rub her clitoris herself. Aigul, who without anyone’s prompting had discovered masturbation back in primary school, did not dare to argue. On the contrary, she was glad. Now the man’s hands would leave her crotch.
She rejoiced too soon. Hardly had she made a few timid movements around her clitoris when she felt her panties being pulled down to her ankles, and then an attempt to penetrate her arse with a man’s finger. An unsuccessful one, it must be said.
“Wow!” the lecturer admired. “The border is locked. Never mind, I’ve taken tougher fortresses.”
Mikhail Mikhalych fumbled in his pocket and took out a small, half-empty tube. Unscrew the cap, he squeezed a little transparent cream onto his hand and lubricated the area around her anus.
“Don’t worry, little girl,” the man said in a teacher’s tone. “The cream will take away the pain and relax your little hole.”
For the cream to take effect, some time was required. Mikhail Mikhalych, however, did not wish to wait. Literally a minute later Aigul heard the sound of a zip being undone on his fly and immediately something hard and hot poked into her left buttock. For the girl this was the first contact in her life with a male sexual organ. Aigul instinctively clenched and recoiled. Mikhail Mikhalych, with a quiet chuckle, seized her hips and pulled her towards himself. He slightly stretched the halves of Aigul’s bottom and began the struggle with her tight sphincter. He took his cock in his hand and by thrusts forced a path for himself. His cock was short but fairly thick. Each successive thrust allowed the penis to penetrate half a centimetre deeper. Aigul wept from the tearing pain and humiliation. The lecturer was not concerned by her tears.
What had Eva said? One must relax? How was one supposed to relax when it hurt so much? Nevertheless Aigul, fighting panic, tried as best she could. It was very difficult. For the cock was penetrating deeper and deeper, as if increasing in size. It seemed to Aigul that she was about to be torn apart.
“Don’t forget about the clitoris,” the man growled.
Supporting herself with one hand on the back of the sofa, with the other Aigul masturbated at a furious speed. That helped a little to distract her from the pain in her rectum. At the moment when the male instrument entered completely, Aigul cried out.
“Quiet, silly girl, quiet,” the lecturer rasped. “We’re not alone in the university.”
In an attempt to relax, Aigul made a thrust towards the man. She strained as if she were about to empty her bowels. The man gave an approving grunt. Now he had the opportunity each time to enter the anus completely and then withdraw completely, massaging the head of his cock with the ring of the sphincter.
“That’s it, that’s it, my excellent student,” the man muttered. “Rub, rub your cunt harder. We’ll either come together or you’ll have to endure my cock inside you forever.”
If that was the case, then she would try. If only this torture would end sooner. Aigul closed her eyes, imagining sex with her fiancé. It was not Mikhail Mikhalych at all, but Kairat who was taking her now. And not in the arse at all (would Kairat engage in such indecencies?), but properly in the pussy.
“Yes, Kairat, yes, my love,” she whispered almost inaudibly just before she came. Feeling the tremor of the female body, Mikhail Mikhalych allowed himself to discharge as well.
He gave a prolonged moan and filled the girl’s bottom with warm sperm. Aigul was frightened. What if a few drops of sperm got into her vagina? That was all she needed — to remain a virgin and yet get pregnant. She had to wash the sperm out of her crotch urgently. Every last drop.
The lecturer also hurried. He had achieved what he wanted. Now it was time to clear out. He didn’t want to be caught by one of his colleagues with his cock in a student’s arse. With a jerk he pulled out his still erect penis, opening the way for a trickle of sperm, and hastily hid it in his fly.
“You’re a good girl. For the first time you held up very well,” he praised the girl, fastening his zip. “You did cry a bit, of course, but where would you girls be without that.”
Aigul feverishly pulled on her panties, trying not to drip semen onto the floor.
“Hand over the grade book,” Mikhail Mikhalych ordered. “And get out of my sight. Whore.”
The word “whore” painfully wounded the girl. Why did he call her that? She barely restrained herself from bursting into tears.
At the exit from the office Eva was waiting for Aigul.
“Ten minutes and the job’s done,” she announced.
Was it really only ten minutes? To Aigul they had seemed an eternity. Learning of Aigul’s fear of getting pregnant, Eva said that she was worrying unnecessarily. She even gave Aigul a pack of special wipes and accompanied her to the toilet. The Kazakh girl calmed down a little. After all, Eva had a wealth of sexual experience. Thus Aigul received admission to the examinations.
At the consultation preceding the first of the examinations, mathematics, the associate professor Alexei Prokofievich, an elderly, rapidly balding and outrageously fat man, asked two students to stay behind after it was over. The request was addressed to Aigul and Eva.
“Well then, beauties,” he pronounced when he was alone with the girls, “I have heard from one of my colleagues, an old good friend of mine, that you obtained a pass from him in a special, so to speak, manner. I must warn you that the taking of my subject will proceed for you in an analogous fashion. There is no other way. I shall expect you tomorrow morning at the mathematics department, you little minxes.”
