— My God, Baltabayeva, how tight you are! – grabbing my waist with his hands, he began to move his pelvis at a slow pace, penetrating and exiting my pussy, — how many guys fucked you before me? I'm sure no more than five! He quite strongly tilted my body to impale me on his organ, so I decided it would be better to brace my palms on my knees so as not to lose balance.
He hooked an arm around my ass and pulled me in, then grabbed both cheeks and lifted until I had to kneel on the bench they were sharing. Vasya tore a condom wrapper, rolled it down his cock, and at the same time pushed on my hips, lowering me until the head of his dick pressed between my legs. God. This is the thing I wanted to save for my wedding night. What the hell am I supposed to tell a husband later? "Please don't. My mom will kill me if she finds out I lost it before I got married. Please." It was already too late. They were too hard to let me walk away. Vasya rubbed his cock along my lips a few times, then set the head against my entrance. I figured I'd rather do it myself than have him shove. I braced my hands on his shoulders and started sinking down slow. When he hit my hymen I stopped. I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped all the way onto him in one motion. Pain tore through me almost at once.
They held the Kazakh girl by the arms a while longer, but, making sure she was making no attempts to get free, let go. Both immediately got rid of their bath towels, and in front of Aigul's face two taut cocks with bared heads swayed. After everything Eva had told her in the last few days, Aigul, looking at them, felt nothing but curiosity. She examined the cocks like strange little animals, compared them with each other. Meanwhile the dean's instrument moved in her ass, gradually picking up the pace. Suddenly Aigul felt merry. What a slut she was! If any of her own people saw her, the consequences could be the most terrible.
“So, maybe we should go to our place, Ziz,” Sergey said, slapping her ass. “I think it’s time, or we won’t get the stuff moved later. My car’s right nearby.” She didn’t resist. The guys told the rest of the group they needed to show Aziza the room before it got too late. No one stopped them. Sergey walked ahead toward the car. Aziza walked between Vanka and Zhenka, who kept grabbing and squeezing her ass. She knew exactly where they were taking her and what would happen at the apartment. She wanted it now. She had never had three guys at once. In her whole life she had maybe had sex twenty times.
The man understood everything without words; he guided his cock, aroused to the limit, into my prepared hole and almost at once began to pour semen into it violently. There was a great deal of cum; it seemed to me his orgasm wouldn’t end. The warm liquid that sprayed from the tip of his cock burned me from inside several times, then began to spread slowly as heat. There was even some sensation of fullness in my little ass after he finished releasing his seed into my rectum.
No. Aigul could not let Eva down. Besides, why had she herself defiled her body by opening it to a male gaze? She had to put an end to the filthy farce. The Kazakh girl fell to her knees and, moving in such a way as to expose as little as possible of her naked body to the male gaze, approached the mathematician. Aigul was seeing a cock so close for the first time. It seemed small and somehow pathetic to her. Quickly, so as not to change her mind, she took it in her hand and directed it into her mouth. What now? Not knowing how to behave, the girl timidly sucked the feeble appendage. Her mouth was immediately filled with a viscous salty liquid. Sperm! Aigul pushed the cock out of her mouth with her tongue but could not pull away. One male hand caught her from behind by the neck, the other tightly clamped her mouth and nose, giving her no opportunity to spit out the disgusting slime.
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.