Aigul. The Virgin Student. Part 2

Aigul. The Virgin Student. Part 2

Aigul could not believe the reality of what had happened to her. Had she really done that? Having listened to Eva’s speeches, she had cheated on her beloved fiancé Kairat. Aigul had broken two of the strictest prohibitions instilled in her since childhood. First, a Kazakh girl Aigul may only go out with a Kazakh and with no one else. Second, that boy would be chosen for her by her parents. He would become Aigul’s fiancé, and after the wedding he would receive her virginity as a dowry. No other men should exist in the life of a decent girl.

A fiancé had been chosen for Aigul about ten years earlier. The boy’s name was Kairat. He was the same age as her and had studied in the same class. For many years the bride and groom had been inseparable. It seemed a happy shared future awaited them. And what happened? The moment Aigul left to study in Moscow and Kairat went into the army (only for a year), she immediately violated both taboos. In her very first examination session, for the sake of a pass in physics, she offered her bottom to the lecturer. The physics lecturer Mikhail Mikhalych fucked her in the arse and thereby became her first man. Not a Kazakh, not chosen by Aigul’s parents, and not married to her.

Her classmate Eva, a girl of free morals, had convinced Aigul that anal sex would not be betrayal. The virginity would remain intact. So what was there to worry about? Kairat would still receive a virgin bride. And Mikhail Mikhalych should be treated like an inanimate object. Like a vibrator, for example.

Aigul had foolishly listened to Eva’s words. Now she regretted it, was tormenting herself. How could she look Kairat in the eyes now? There had never been any secrets between them. Probably she ought to confess everything to him. One cannot begin family life with deception. Maybe ask her mother for advice? That would mean opening up to her as well? No. Aigul would never have the courage for that.

To the spiritual suffering were added physical torments. After the anal sex Aigul’s bottom hurt intolerably. It was impossible even to sit, let alone the hellish agony when trying to defecate. The girl sobbed her heart out when visiting the toilet. What was left for her? To lie on her stomach, sore bottom uppermost, and quietly whimper with her face buried in the pillow.

“What do I see!” Aigul heard the voice of Eva, who had come to visit her. “Tears again! Why now? Physics is passed and she’s still upset. What happened?”

“I cheated on Kairat,” Aigul whimpered in reply.

She desperately needed to talk to someone. And who could understand her better than Eva? After all, she knew about all the recent events. Anyone else would first have to be told exactly what had happened before advice could be asked. Was it possible to tell anyone about her shame? Out of the question.

“Nonsense!” Eva declared firmly. “You teach her and teach her, and she… Throw the rubbish out of your head. Remember: nothing happened. It did not happen.”

“Oh really?” Aigul objected irritably. “Then why does my bottom hurt?”

“Ah, so that’s the problem,” Eva giggled. “You should have said so straight away. Instead of ‘I cheated, I cheated’. They’re telling her there was no betrayal and she keeps stubbornly insisting.”

Eva threw a small tube of cream onto the bed.

“Lubricate your little hole thoroughly,” she ordered. “An hour or two and everything will pass.”

Aigul obeyed. Of course, her upbringing would not allow her to lubricate intimate places in the presence of strangers (even a girl), but nothing prevented her from doing it locked in the toilet. The effect was astonishing. Within a few minutes Aigul was able to sit and converse with Eva.

“Why are you tormenting yourself!” Eva was saying. “Just look at yourself. An Eastern beauty from a Thousand and One Nights fairy tale. Sweet little face, even teeth, charming smile. Hair — pure silk. And those hips! And those legs! A sight for sore eyes. The fact that you are a Kazakh only adds to your charm. You are a real treasure. Your fiancé is simply a lucky man. He will get such a princess, and with a virgin pussy as well. Everything else is trifles.”

Again Eva talked and talked, enveloping Aigul with words.

“Think what will happen if you confess everything to your fiancé,” she said. “You will ruin his life, your own, upset your parents. Rumours will spread through the local diaspora and your relatives’ lives will become much more complicated. If your father is strict, he will simply throw you out of the house. How will you live then? So for everyone’s sake it will be better if you throw the nonsense out of your head and live as if nothing happened.”

Aigul agreed with all of Eva’s arguments. Indeed, if one thought about it, in the bottom it was not betrayal. The vagina had remained untouched. She must try to forget about the cursed physics lecturer as quickly as possible and life would settle down by itself. The next two days passed calmly. Not allowing herself to think about betraying her fiancé, Aigul sat in her room and prepared for the examinations. She next met Eva only at the consultation the day before the mathematics examination. Why had Aigul even gone there… She regretted it a hundred times afterwards.

The mathematics lecturer, Alexei Prokofievich, a repulsive fat old man with a permanently sweaty face, asked Aigul and Eva to remain in the auditorium after the other students had left. Left alone with the girls, he announced in a commanding tone that admitted no objection that he would only take the mathematics examination from them after they had rendered him personally special services. He said it exactly like that: “special”. He knew perfectly well how Aigul and Eva had obtained the physics pass. Since the girls had been ready to please the physics lecturer, it would not be much trouble for them to give pleasure to him, the mathematician, as well. Otherwise they would not pass the examination. Then he appointed a meeting for the students the next morning at the mathematics department and, with a good-natured smile on his face, departed.

“You promised me that no one would find out anything about me and the physics lecturer!” Aigul flew at Eva. “You said Mikhail Mikhalych would keep his mouth shut because it was not in his interest to spread the word.”

“Quiet, don’t shout,” Eva answered calmly. “I hoped Mikhail Mikhalych was a more decent man. As you see, I was mistaken. Although he isn’t really spreading it around. Just shared it with a close friend. Who knew he was such a braggart. But at least not with anyone else. He didn’t tell the students, after all.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier for me!” the Kazakh girl would not calm down. “What do we do now?”

“Why are you making such a drama,” Eva continued imperturbably. “Alexei Prokofievich, given his age and state of health, is hardly capable of full intercourse. You understand? He doesn’t stand. So our holes won’t suffer. Well, he’ll paw a bit. Maybe ask for a blow-job. Trifles.”

“A blow-job?” Aigul was horrified.

“I’ll try to take that question on myself,” Eva waved her hand. “It’s not the first time for me. That’s all? Calmed down? There was something to worry about.”

Reassured by the words and the tone in which Eva pronounced them, Aigul sighed with relief. That night she slept peacefully. In the morning the girls set off for the university together. Aigul tried to stay close to the experienced Eva, considering her her protector. At the mathematics department Alexei Prokofievich was waiting for them impatiently. It was noticeable that he was agitated beyond measure. His hands were shaking, sweat was pouring down his face.

He did not respond at all to the girls’ greeting. For some reason he put a finger to his lips, calling for silence, and beckoned them to follow him into a far room. The room had recently been renovated. It smelled of fresh paint; in the corner lay a couple of bags of building mixtures. The entire furniture consisted of a single worn armchair. Having let the girls go first, the mathematician entered the room himself, after which he locked the door with a key and pulled the handle several times to make sure the lock was secure.

“Now hello, beauties,” he turned to the girls, then again raised a finger to his lips, forestalling any possible answer from the students.

Aigul became frightened, while Eva smiled sourly. What a lover!

Alexei Prokofievich shuffled over to the armchair and collapsed heavily into it. He was silent for a minute, then said in a half-whisper:

“Please behave as quietly as possible.”

He listened, then continued in a rapid patter.

“In advance I ask you to throw out of your pretty little heads any hope that you will manage to pass the examination with me on general terms. I will not accept it, no matter how hard you try. You, as I have learned, are experienced girls, ready for the sake of a pass to give a lecturer a little pleasure…”

“Don’t beat about the bush,” Eva cut him short. “We’re just wasting time. We agree to everything in advance. Tell us what we have to do.”

“That’s the way to talk,” the fat man snorted. “We’ll start with the fact that you will undress completely.”

Aigul felt as if she had been doused with boiling water. Undress? Custom did not allow her to bare herself not only before a man but even before a woman. Even Eva must not see her naked. Only a husband. Mikhail Mikhalych had grabbed Aigul by the intimate places and even fucked her in the arse, but he had not forced her to undress completely. Looking at Eva, Aigul saw that she was obediently undressing, folding her clothes on the windowsill. Eva noticed Aigul’s confused glance and with a soft smile encouraged her:

“Don’t be afraid of anything. I’m right here. Everything is under my control. Trust me.”

Strangely enough, that gave Aigul courage. Eva seemed to have taken upon herself the responsibility for the Kazakh girl’s violation of ancestral customs. At least, that was how Aigul decided for herself. With trembling hands she began to remove her clothes.

Alexei Prokofievich, sprawled in the armchair, watched the students. Eva was already completely naked when the Kazakh girl had only pulled her dress over her head.

“Twirl around, redhead,” the mathematician demanded.

Eva, with a strained smile on her face, turned a couple of times, displaying herself from all sides.

Despite the pressure she herself was under, Aigul still glanced with curiosity at Eva. Dazzlingly white skin, small breasts with pink areolas, a scattering of freckles above them, a smoothly shaved mound. The Kazakh girl was seeing a European girl without clothes for the first time. She was struck. A Greek statue and nothing less.

“And why have you frozen?” Alexei Prokofievich raised his voice, addressing Aigul, who was enchanted by the sight of Eva. “Bear in mind. Either you both pass the examination with me or both of you fail. There is no third option, as they say.”

Aigul hurried. Tights, bra, panties went onto the windowsill. The Kazakh girl stood before the man naked, covering her breasts and mound with her palms.

“Take your hands away,” the man muttered, choking with excitement.

Aigul did not move. She could not overcome the shame. Eva came to the rescue. She approached the Kazakh girl, removed her hands from the intimate places and stretched them along her sides, giving Alexei Prokofievich the opportunity to evaluate Aigul’s figure.

“Wow!” the fat man exhaled, spraying saliva.

Tanned skin, firm little breasts with dark-brown areolas, a mound thickly overgrown with black hair. The contrast with Eva was striking. Especially since Alexei Prokofievich had seen plenty of European women in his life, but was looking at a naked Asian girl for the first time. For some time the man struggled with a frantic heartbeat, restoring his breathing.

“Turn your backs to me,” he finally managed to squeeze out.

Aigul was glad. With her back it was all right. Let the repulsive fat man look at her bottom. That she did not mind. The joy proved premature. Hardly had the girls turned when a new order followed:

“Bend forward and spread the halves of your bottoms as wide as possible.”

Was he going to examine their vaginas? For a Kazakh girl from a respectable family this was completely unacceptable. Aigul frantically sought a way out of the situation and found one. She would simply close her eyes. If she saw no one, then no one would see her. With this childish thought she screwed her eyes shut in pain, then slowly bent forward and stretched the halves of her bottom.

“Class!” she heard an enthusiastic male voice behind her. “The Asian girl’s got a black cunt!”

The tender folds of skin in Aigul’s vagina were indeed if not completely black, then much darker than the brown areolas around her nipples. The thick black hair abundantly covering Aigul’s labia and mound intensified the effect of blackness.

These words surprised the Kazakh girl. Well, black and black. What was there to be surprised about? Didn’t all girls have it like that?

Moved by curiosity, she opened her eyes and cast a glance at Eva, who was standing in the same pose, directing her gaze exclusively at her crotch. She saw a tender pink vagina without a single hair. Did all European girls look like that? Most likely they did. Otherwise Alexei Prokofievich would not have been so delighted by the “black cunt” of the Kazakh girl. Aigul felt like an alien from another planet. Everything about her was different from the local girls. Now she understood that she differed from them not only in face but also in the colour of her vagina. Having seen everything she wanted, Aigul closed her eyes again.

“Just look,” the man continued, “how the folds lie. They resemble a rose in shape. I think I’ll call you ‘Black Rose’. Do you like it?”

The girl did not answer. Having laughed with a repulsive chesty laugh, Alexei Prokofievich unbuckled his belt and the zip on his trousers in order to extract a limp cock from his fly.

“The little Asian has got me going,” he muttered, beginning to massage his flabby appendage. “Come here, redhead, help the fellow get hard.”

The mathematician’s eyes were fixed on the open slit of the Kazakh girl before him. As if afraid of scaring away a rare butterfly, he sat without blinking and without daring to move.

“Black cunt,” he whispered, as if trying to convince himself of the reality of what he was seeing.

Aigul grimaced. Why did he keep repeating those filthy words. Eva sank to her knees in front of the man and deftly caught the cock with her mouth. The red-haired girl needed no instruction on what to do next. Her lips and tongue remembered perfectly well what was supposed to be done with a male instrument that had found itself in the mouth. The sight of the black female organ covered with wild vegetation and Eva’s skilful actions allowed the fat man’s limp appendage to strengthen somewhat, but not enough for him to be able to drive it into the sweet little hole of at least one of the students who had come for the “examination”. Never mind, he would come in someone’s mouth. Best of all the dark-haired one. Exotic, something to remember. Feeling that orgasm was approaching, Alexei Prokofievich ordered:

“Change places. Black Rose, your turn.”

Aigul’s heart sank into her heels. So she would still have to suck. She straightened up but could not find the strength to move towards the repulsive fat man.

“Don’t let me down!” Eva whispered in her ear, having flown over. “He’s about to come. So you won’t have to suffer long.”

Aigul still could not decide. She shifted from foot to foot.

“You’ll ruin everything. It will turn out that you undressed for this brute for nothing,” Eva found a weighty argument. “And I sucked in vain.”

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.

“Swallow!” she heard a rough male voice.

Raising her eyes, Aigul saw the mad, full-of-malice eyes of Alexei Prokofievich. The frightened girl decided it was best to obey. She convulsively swallowed and looked pleadingly at her tormentor.

“Open your mouth!” he demanded, removing his hand.

Aigul opened her mouth wide and for clarity stuck out her tongue. Alexei Prokofievich approvingly patted her on the cheek.

“Good girls,” he praised the students. “You passed with an excellent mark. Hand over the grade books.”

Aigul silently looked at the floor. She was fighting a fit of nausea caused by the aftertaste of the sperm she had just swallowed. Eva, on the other hand, was cheerful and lively. She placed both grade books in the mathematician’s hands and smiled sweetly.

All the way to the dormitory Aigul, overcome by gloomy thoughts, remained silent. She had cheated on her fiancé again. Two completely different men, for whom the Kazakh girl felt no feelings at all, had defiled her body. Moreover, she herself had offered not the slightest resistance (even verbal), and therefore had approved their actions. She, violating all decency, had appeared naked before strange men, allowed herself to be pawed, even let their cocks into her bottom and mouth. She was a dirty whore. Street girls at least fuck for money and are unlikely to agree to swallow sperm at the first demand of a client, while Aigul had become a whore for nothing more than a physics pass and a mathematics examination and was carrying the seed of a repulsive fat man in her stomach. There was nowhere lower to fall.

Walking beside her, Eva guessed the Kazakh girl’s thoughts. The girl was on the verge of a breakdown. If she was not helped she might do something stupid. Starting with confession to her fiancé and parents and ending with… The devil only knew what. A girl from a patriarchal family, go figure. After thinking a little, Eva decided that she would take Aigul under her wing. And why not? The Kazakh girl was clean, trusting. Give her a little attention, pity her, caress her — and you can make anything you like of her. Eva would not mind acquiring a girlfriend. When inviting her to have fun, the boys often asked her to bring a girlfriend along. And Eva had no one to take. She had to please two or three guys alone. But if Eva took the Kazakh girl with her, it would be easier for her.

With her external data Aigul would have success with men. First, the exoticism. There would be no shortage of lovers of interracial sex. What had Alexei Prokofievich called her? Black Rose? An excellent nickname. It would stick quickly. Second, Aigul had an ideal body and a sweet round little face. And when she smiled — pure charm. Third, she was still a virgin. Boys were greedy for such things.

“Listen, Aigul,” Eva began insinuatingly. “I see how hard it is for you alone in Moscow. All around are strangers, completely unlike you. Rough, cruel. I want us to become friends. We’ll help each other in difficult moments. You’ll have someone to turn to for advice.”

Aigul looked at Eva with touching gratitude.

“You’ll be friends with me?” she asked cautiously. “With me, who’s not like everyone else?”

“Yes,” Eva answered simply. “I’ve long dreamed of a friend like you.”

What “like” meant Aigul did not ask.

“Thank you,” she said simply, with tears in her eyes.

Having arrived at the dormitory, Eva immediately began to act. She spoke to Aigul’s roommate and persuaded her to swap places. Now Aigul’s neighbour became Eva herself. The move took no more than fifteen minutes. The Kazakh girl was in seventh heaven. She had acquired a friend. A friend whom there was no need to initiate into the details of recent events or explain the reasons for her experiences. She already knew everything about the dark side of Aigul’s life. If Aigul had known where her friendship with Eva, the obliging slut, would lead, she would not have been glad at all.

In the evening, by the light of a night-lamp, the friends talked heart-to-heart for the first time. At first Aigul spoke. At Eva’s request she told what she had felt and thought when the physics lecturer had pawed her and then fucked her in the arse, what the mathematician’s sperm had tasted like. Aigul told it with such childish directness that Eva was even touched. Then the conversation turned to the Kazakh girl’s fiancé, Kairat. Aigul confessed that since the day of her first betrayal she had not written Kairat a single message. She had not known how to behave. Now Eva spoke. She caught the trusting little fool in a web of words, convinced her not to make hasty decisions and not to upset either her fiancé or her parents. As a result Aigul, under Eva’s dictation, did write to Kairat. That everything was fine with her, that she loved Kairat and missed him very much, and that she had not written for so long because she had been preparing for the examinations. Aigul was glad that someone had appeared who was ready to take complex decisions for her. And she had been used to obeying since childhood.

When it was time to sleep, Eva came into Aigul’s bed. She made no attempts to make love with the Kazakh girl. It was still too early. First the Asian girl had to be prepared. A couple of evenings of confidential conversations and Eva would put her hand into Aigul’s Black Rose. For now she would tenderly embrace and kiss her like a sister. The Kazakh girl was glad of such a display of tenderness. She pressed her forehead against the red-haired girl’s shoulder and fell asleep with a smile on her face.