Aigul. The Virgin Student. Part 3

Aigul. The Virgin Student. Part 3

Once they had settled into the same room, Aigul and Eva became friends very quickly. Only three days had passed, and Aigul already could not imagine how she had lived without Eva before. Eva was a cheerful, high-spirited young woman without hang-ups. For her there were no forbidden topics. She laughed at the old customs the Kazakh girl considered important and obligatory, and treated the opinions of her elders, including her parents, with irony. At first Aigul was horrified by Eva’s speeches; then, once she had gotten a little used to them, curiosity took hold. She wanted to find a weak spot in Eva’s arguments and talk back.

It quickly became clear that Aigul did not know how to argue. For every word the Kazakh girl said, Eva had ten ready. And Eva’s answers were always witty, her phrases merry and mischievous. So much so that every time Aigul could not keep from laughing. How could Eva’s humorous views on life compare with the dry moral lectures Aigul had heard since childhood in her Kazakh family?

Soon, without noticing it herself, Aigul began to feel respect for the bold red-haired young woman. Realizing that unlike her parents she could ask Eva about anything, Aigul started bombarding her with questions. Eva answered willingly. The questions grew bolder, the answers more frank. That was how Aigul learned that Eva had lost her virginity at eighteen and did not regret it for a minute. And that Eva had started right away with group sex.

“There were two guys. A little older than me,” she recalled with a dreamy smile. “Back then it seemed like we’d had a great time. Now it’s awkward to remember. More laughing than pleasure.”

“Why awkward?” Aigul tried to needle her. “Ashamed?”

“What’s shame got to do with it?” Eva waved a hand carelessly. “You just have to learn every skill. And sex first of all. I got lucky. I had good teachers.”

“And how did they teach you?” slipped out of the Kazakh girl.

She asked and took fright. Could a well-brought-up young woman take an interest in such subjects?

“Sorry,” she hurried to correct herself. “An inappropriate question. I don’t know what came over me.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Eva was surprised. “It’s just a question. I’ll gladly tell you. Only the story will be a long one. The thing is, I had more teachers than you have fingers. And not just on your hands — on your feet too.”

“You’ve had more than twenty guys?” the Kazakh girl was horrified.

“Why guys?” Eva did not understand. “I was only talking about the ones there was something to learn from. As for guys in general… Whew! You couldn’t count them.”

Aigul did not know what to say. From childhood she had been told that a young woman in life could have one man only. A husband her parents would choose for her. For the Kazakh girl that was as natural as the sun rising every day. It could not be otherwise. Or could it, after all? Eva’s example was right in front of her.

“And what do your parents say?” Aigul asked cautiously, putting the question that tormented her most.

“What have they got to do with it? What business is it of theirs what I do, or of mine what they do? It’s not my mother’s holes I’m offering men, it’s my own. Mom did her part — she taught me how to use protection. After that it’s my problem. A person has the right to dispose of her own body.”

Just like that! For Aigul it was completely different. Control of every step, every word and glance. A fiancé they had found for her back in elementary school. Kairat was a very good young man; Aigul loved him and would soon marry him, but she had not chosen him for herself.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” the Kazakh girl asked cautiously, and immediately explained: “One you love, one you want to marry?”

“What nonsense!” Eva laughed. “No, and there never has been. I dated some of them for a month, two at most. But losing my head over them… What foolishness! And as for marriage… Why would I need that? So that a man I’ve grown sick to death of, but who is tied to me by a stamp in a passport, would consider me his property? Demand that I stay faithful to him, stop me from seeing other people? As if! I am my own mistress.”

Alongside the conversations, actions began as well. On Eva’s side, of course. Starting with the first night after Eva moved into Aigul’s room, she began coming into the Kazakh girl’s bed to stay there until morning. That first night Aigul was upset by the advances of the physics instructor, Alexei Prokofievich, who had first made the young woman strip completely in front of him, then take his disgusting cock in her mouth, and after he came, swallow the semen. That was the price he had set for Aigul to pass the exam in his subject.

That evening Eva comforted the unhappy Kazakh girl, advised her not to take what had happened too much to heart, and then, in the dark that fell after Aigul put out the light as she went to bed, came into her bed. The Kazakh girl was glad, at such a hard moment in her life, to feel the warmth of a close person beside her. Eva hugged her and kissed her. Without any passion. Briefly and barely perceptibly. On the cheek. That was how her mother had done it when little Aigul lay in bed with a fever. So now the comforter Eva had taken her mother’s place.

In the morning Aigul felt a little awkward. For an unmarried young woman it was improper to let anyone into her bed. Although, looking at it from another side, her elders had said nothing to her about other young women. They probably did not count. Besides, Eva was her only friend, standing in for her mother. The next day Aigul tried to study for exams, but Eva’s presence in the room badly interfered with her preparation. Aigul had a sea of questions for her new friend. She wanted to learn as much as possible about what she herself called adult life. How Eva met guys, what she talked about with them, how it came about that she ended up in their beds, whether she was ashamed to undress in front of men. A million questions. And once you started asking, as many more would appear.

Eva noticed the Kazakh girl’s cautious glances but gave no sign. Let her ripen. Toward evening, seeing that Aigul was bursting with the desire to talk, she started the conversation herself. That evening the Kazakh girl was very shy. Not only asking questions, but listening to the answers as well. Eva saw how Aigul was agitated, how she tried to suppress the growing arousal in herself. A start had been made. Now a little gentle pressure and Aigul would ripen.

The friends talked late into the night. When it was time to sleep, Eva came into Aigul’s bed again. This time Aigul no longer felt the embarrassment of the night before. After all, she had already spent one night in bed with her friend and nothing terrible had happened.

This time Eva went a step further. Her embraces were tighter, and the kiss was not the only one. Eva kissed the Kazakh girl on the lips several times. And one of the kisses came with her tongue entering Aigul’s mouth. The Kazakh girl’s sensations were very unusual. For the first time in her life she was being kissed in an adult way, with passion. As a proper young woman she should have stopped Eva, but she could not. Her body would not obey. It was terribly hot, blood pounded in her ears, and it was as if butterflies were fluttering in her belly. Poorly controlling herself, Aigul answered one of the kisses, then took fright and “hid,” pressing her forehead into Eva’s shoulder. Had she cheated on her fiancé by kissing her friend?

The next day there could be no talk of preparing for the exam. Aigul could not concentrate at all on what she was reading in the textbook. She reread every sentence several times and still could not grasp the meaning of what she had just read. She wanted to talk with her friend. About sex, of course. She wanted to know everything. What had Eva felt losing her virginity? How large could a man’s cock be? How big? And did the whole thing fit in the vagina? Unable to hold back, Aigul started the conversation with her friend herself. Where had her reserve gone?

“Good girl!” Eva praised her; she had been waiting impatiently for her friend to finally gather the courage to speak. “You’re doing the right thing asking me. Really, who besides me is going to open your eyes to real life? Think for yourself: would your strict parents enlighten you? No. They would condemn you, and maybe even punish you for what they would see as unhealthy curiosity. It’s great luck that you met me.”

Aigul thought so too. She began bombarding Eva with questions. Eva answered willingly, from time to time accompanying the answers with comments like:

“You’re saving your virginity for your fiancé. He’s staying faithful to you too. So where is sexual experience supposed to come from? You’ll wear each other out and grow bitter. What kind of family life will you have?”

“How am I supposed to get experience if I have to stay a virgin until the wedding?” Aigul objected.

“As if you don’t understand. The physics instructor had your ass, the math instructor had your mouth, and she’s still playing the little fool. You’ve got an ass, a mouth and hands to give a man pleasure and get some yourself. You don’t know how. That’s all right, I’ll teach you.”

When Aigul shook her head doubtfully in reply, Eva said:

“You’re a girl from Asia, and there are Europeans all around you. If it makes it easier for you, you can consider that if you have sex not with a man of your own people, a Kazakh, but for example with a Russian or a Caucasian, you are not cheating on your fiancé or on your customs. The customs are Kazakh. They have nothing to do with other men, and even less with women.”

There was something to think about there. And repeated often enough, Eva’s words turned into an undoubted truth.

On the third night Eva was in Aigul’s bed again. Only this time, the moment Eva slipped under the blanket toward her friend, the Kazakh girl realized to her horror that Eva was completely naked. The two previous nights both young women had been in nightgowns. Their bodies had been separated by fabric, however thin. Aigul instinctively tried to pull away, but the touch of Eva’s lips to hers quickly robbed her of the will to resist. A pleasant tremor through her whole body, broken breathing, a wild beating of her heart. Eva’s hands were pulling up the hem of her nightgown.

This was not allowed. No one but a husband should see her naked. Not even a young woman, not even her only friend. Yes, Aigul had undressed in front of the math instructor. But against her will, under coercion. Then she had not been able to object; now she could. Aigul made a weak attempt at resistance. She jerked the hem down and muttered something indistinct. Eva closed her mouth with a kiss, bared her friend’s hips and belly again, and unceremoniously slid a hand between her legs.

Aigul started as if burned, but could not find the strength to pull away. Eva’s touch on the Kazakh girl’s slit, overgrown with thick black hair, turned out to be very pleasant. Her friend’s experienced hand quickly found the right little mound and, drawing back the hood, set about caressing the clitoris. Eva saw the Kazakh girl’s inner resistance but attached no importance to it. The main thing was not to stop, not to lose the pace she had taken. Eva had two reliable helpers: female physiology and Aigul’s naive curiosity.

Aigul felt a growing warmth low in her belly. She wanted very much for it to continue. If only to find out what would happen next, what else her friend would do. Was Aigul cheating on her fiancé? Breaking custom? Of course not. Eva had explained why. In that minute Aigul could not remember Eva’s specific arguments, but she remembered that they had sounded very convincing. You could not argue with them.

Waiting until Aigul was properly wet (and she did not have to wait long), Eva moved to the next stage. She pulled the nightgown off her and began covering the Kazakh girl’s neat little breasts with kisses, concentrating on the nipples surrounded by dark-brown areolas. Her fingers, meanwhile, stayed in her friend’s dripping vagina. Aigul closed her eyes with pleasure. How good it was.

Now Eva was mistress of the situation. Thin threads of a woman’s juices stretched from Aigul’s vagina to the tips of Eva’s fingers. Eva threw the blanket onto the floor, and the scent of an aroused Asian woman spread through the room. Eva was surprised. European young women smelled a little differently. Aigul’s scent was unfamiliar, and therefore very stirring and arousing. A few quick movements of her fingers and the Kazakh girl’s body arched. It was as if she were trying to stop the orgasm rolling over her. She still realized she was doing something forbidden. It was useless. Eva knew what she was doing. Spasms shook Aigul’s body. She cried out, then, frightened, covered her mouth with her hand. Eva kissed her tenderly.

“See? A sea of pleasure, and your hymen is unharmed. Trust me, with a man it can be even better. Listen to me and get experience. Later you’ll delight your fiancé. And the more often you delight him, the more he will love you.”

Aigul lay in a half-doze. Not for long, though. Very soon, to her shame, she realized she wanted it again. Eva understood that too. The moment Aigul opened her eyes, Eva’s red hair slid down the Kazakh girl’s belly toward her crotch. Aigul let her friend spread her legs and at once felt Eva’s lips touch her vagina. After that came something altogether magical. The Kazakh girl learned what cunnilingus was. And not merely learned. She felt it from beginning to end and sank into nirvana.

And that was even though Eva had never liked sex with women. Rather than lick a girlfriend’s pussy, better to take a random guy’s cock in her mouth. The sensations were far more pleasant. Only now the oral sex was part of a thought-out plan to corrupt the naive Kazakh young woman. A necessary step in the process of taming her.

Aigul lay with her legs and arms flung out, a blissful smile on her face. How wonderful that she had an experienced mentor. Now Aigul would learn everything needed for a happy married life. Kairat would be pleased, and that meant Aigul would be happy.

The rest of the night and the whole next day, with short breaks for sleep, Eva occupied herself with Aigul’s sexual education. The Kazakh girl turned out to be a diligent pupil. An A-student was an A-student. Always and in everything. Preparing for exams was forgotten. Now, fighting down waves of nausea, the Kazakh girl learned to give a blowjob using a cucumber instead of a cock. Learned to put a condom on, on that same cucumber. Under her friend’s guidance she worked an anal plug Eva had gotten from who knew where into her tight little ass. Eva insisted that before getting married the anus should be stretched.

“You remember how painful your anal sex with the physics instructor was, don’t you?” Eva asked. And explained: “That’s because you weren’t ready then. A little patience now, and later you’ll be able to make love with your Kairat even during your period.”

As a reward for diligence, Eva gave her friend orgasms. Worn out by sleeplessness and the many climaxes, Aigul completely lost track of time. She came to herself only after Eva announced that they had an exam in two hours. Had they really spent three whole days in bed? There was time only to take a shower, get dressed and get to the university. How was she going to take the exam? Aigul was completely unprepared!

Even so, raised from childhood to be disciplined, she could not fail to go. The friends appeared at the university together, drew tickets together, and failed spectacularly together. In the life of A-student Aigul this was not only the first failed exam, but her first failing grade at all. No, she had managed to learn a little. That little might well have been enough for a C. But first, there were no thoughts in the Kazakh girl’s head except thoughts of sex, and second, a C did not suit her at all. With a C there would be no stipend, small as it was. What would she live on then?

Coming out of the room where the exam had been held, they stood in silence for a while. Aigul could barely keep from bursting into tears. Eva looked carefree. From time to time she cast short glances at her friend and shook her head in puzzlement.

“What are you so upset about?” she finally could not stand it. “You didn’t pass an exam. Big end of the world.”

“It’s terrible,” Aigul answered barely audibly. “We should have prepared properly. And you and I were doing nonsense.”

“Nonsense?” Eva laughed. “If you want to know, there is nothing more important than sex and there cannot be. And those textbooks of yours…”

She was silent a moment, thinking something over.

“Here’s what,” she looked into Aigul’s face. “For all I know you’ll start blaming me for that failing grade. That isn’t so, of course, but I’ll make up for a guilt that doesn’t exist and work a little miracle for you. Since I’ve undertaken to teach you adult life, I promise to settle the exam question. Not only the one we just failed, but all the rest as well.”

“How?” the Kazakh girl was surprised.

“The more you know, the sooner you grow old,” Eva winked at her. “Go to the dorm and wait for me there. With a victory.”

Aigul understood nothing, but calmed down a little. She had already grown used to trusting her friend. She did as she was told. She waited for Eva in their room, glancing impatiently at the clock. Two hours at most later, Eva appeared in the doorway.

“All set!” she announced. “I came, I saw, I conquered.”

“What do you mean?” Aigul started.

“The exams are passed,” Eva smiled. “Well, almost passed. A small formality remains.”

“What kind?” Aigul inquired cautiously.

“We have to do a small favor for the dean, Sergei Valerianovich. A mere trifle.”

The Kazakh girl did not dare ask what favor exactly was meant, expecting a catch.

“Sergei Valerianovich has a birthday this weekend. He asks you and me to be guests at his celebration.”

“He’s inviting us to his home?” the Kazakh girl took fright. “That’s improper. How can two young women go visit a single man?”

“Oh, I can’t!” Eva burst out laughing. “Single! Ha-ha-ha. Home! Ha-ha-ha. Of course not home. Not home because not to a single man. At home he has a wife and children. He’s invited you and me to a sauna. It’s called Uyut. I’ve been there more than once with guys. A fine little place, not a pigsty. The chances of catching anything there are zero.”

A chill ran down Aigul’s back. Sex under coercion again. And the main thing was, Eva spoke about it so calmly, as if it were an innocent children’s matinee.

“I can see you’re not thrilled,” Eva went on calmly, watching her friend’s reaction closely. “Silly girl, you’ve got a chance to kill two birds with one stone. You’ll pass the exams with no effort at all, straight A’s, and you’ll try out in practice everything I’ve been teaching you these last few days. And you won’t cheat on your fiancé at all. The dean, as you know yourself, is no Kazakh. So it’s perfectly all right to practice sex with him.”

Aigul was at a loss. From the point of view of the logic Eva was imposing on the Kazakh girl, everything was correct. But still it felt somehow wrong. Eva knew the Kazakh girl would not agree at once and had prepared in advance to work on her. A full day of talk mixed with tender embraces and kisses did its work. Aigul agreed to become a birthday present for the dean. But only on two conditions: that Eva would stay with her the whole time, and that nothing would threaten her hymen. Eva promised her that easily.

At the appointed hour the young women crossed the threshold of the Uyut sauna. The administrator, a fat, slovenly dressed woman of about sixty, threw them a look full of contempt and boomed:

“They’re waiting for you in room six.”

Aigul wanted to run, but a short encouraging touch of Eva’s hand quickly calmed her. Really, there were no real reasons to worry yet. Eva took her friend by the hand and pulled her along.

The moment they opened the door of room six, the young women heard men’s voices. Several men were having a quiet conversation accompanied by short chuckles. The dean was not alone? Aigul stopped in indecision, but Eva pulled her firmly after her.

On a large leather sofa sat three men whose only clothing was terry towels wrapped below the waist. In the center, hands folded on an enormous belly, sat the dean, Sergei Valerianovich. To his left and right were two men unknown to Aigul, about forty, maybe fifty. Judging by the look of them they liked to eat too, and their favorite drink was beer. Several beer mugs, some filled with the foamy drink, some already emptied, stood in front of them on the table.

“And here comes the main course!” one of the fat men cried at the young women’s appearance.

“Here on the minute, just as they promised. You could set a clock by them. A-students through and through,” the dean spread in a smile. And at once made an inviting gesture. “Do join our modest table.”

Fear bound Aigul, robbed her of the ability to speak and move. Again Eva pulled her friend after her. Aigul took a couple of steps. Her knees were shaking treacherously; her heart was about to leap out of her chest. Seeing her friend’s state, Eva sat her in a leather armchair opposite the sofa, right across the table from the dean and his friends, and sat down herself nearby, on the armrest. The men started up in drunken voices.

“Young ladies,” the dean pretended astonishment, “I must remind you that you have come to a bathhouse. Before joining our modest company you ought to have undressed. To match our dress code, so to speak.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Eva responded readily.

With those words she began taking off clothes. Only for some reason not her own, but trembling Aigul’s. The men fell silent and, leaning their bodies forward, watched the process closely. Aigul sat with a lost look. What was happening seemed to her a strange dream. Only the touch of Eva’s cold hands on her bare back brought her back to reality. That happened after her friend had already taken off her jacket, blouse, and even her bra.

Aigul started, swept a look over the men sitting opposite, and covered her bare little breasts with her hands. Three pairs of men’s hands reached for her at once. Aigul saw the tremor in the men’s fingers, heard the noisy breathing of aroused males, but was so confused she was incapable of reacting in any way. She let them pull off her skirt and stockings, whimpered indistinctly when they took off her panties, and found the courage to speak only when she felt cold male fingers at her crotch.

“Listen… Listen…” she said, not understanding what exactly she wanted to say, but knowing she must not stay silent.

“Look at that, it talks,” one of the men boomed.

“Now that’s a pussy!” the dean admired, unceremoniously spreading the Kazakh girl’s legs. “The folds are black. And how they’re put together! Looks just like a rosebud. No wonder Alexei Prokofievich called her Black Rose. Couldn’t say it better.”

“The hair spoils it all,” another man objected. “It has to come off. Otherwise there’s no view.”

“Right,” the dean responded readily. “We’ll take care of that now. I’ll shave her and you hold her so she doesn’t jerk.”

Six hands tore Aigul’s body from the armchair and carried her. The Kazakh girl looked helplessly around, seeking her friend’s support. Eva was nearby. She was fully dressed and completely calm. Her friend’s calm gave Aigul confidence. That meant nothing terrible was happening. The journey through the air was not long. They set the Kazakh girl down on the warm tiled floor. Two heavy men piled on her with all their weight, depriving her of the ability to move; the third bustled about, slapped barefoot across the floor, and a minute later appeared with scissors, a razor and shaving foam in his hands. The other two guffawed approvingly.

The role of barber was taken by the dean, Sergei Valerianovich. From his colleagues, the physics and mathematics instructors, he had already heard about the dim, childishly naive, and therefore unresisting Eastern beauty. They had described her naked body so colorfully that Sergei Valerianovich’s mouth watered. It was a pity he himself taught nothing in the group she studied in, and so could not force the Kazakh girl into sex. And then — a gift of fate. Eva comes to him and offers Aigul as a bribe for passing the exams. The little bitch understands that she herself is of no interest to the dean (who hasn’t fucked this Eva? A well-known whore), but the Kazakh girl is a tasty morsel for him. In return she asks for next to nothing: to credit the session for both of them. Sergei Valerianovich made a show of hesitating before agreeing. Then bargained a little. He set a couple of conditions: he would not be alone, and he would personally shave the Kazakh girl’s pussy. Eva agreed indifferently, but warned that Aigul was a virgin and had to stay that way. The dean waved a hand. That made it even more amusing.

Sergei Valerianovich knew that for a Kazakh girl shaving the crotch was an extremely intimate process. By custom either she did it herself, or she could ask her husband. Even a close friend did not dare touch her genitals. And here were three completely unrelated men. Greater humiliation for Aigul was hard to imagine. The dean had thought through the details of the coming adventure carefully and stocked up on everything needed. Now, pushing aside his friends who were spreading the young woman’s legs, he loomed over Aigul.

Click-click. The scissors snapped in his hands. Each time closer to the black woolly tuft at the Kazakh girl’s crotch.

Sergei Valerianovich watched the frightened young woman with a smile. She looked around feverishly, seeking her friend. Seeing Aigul’s confusion, Eva bent to the Kazakh girl and kissed her tenderly. Don’t worry, this is how it is supposed to be, everything is going according to plan. The kiss coincided with the first lock of black curly hair clipped from the young woman’s pubis.

“See, nothing terrible…” Eva whispered and kissed her friend again.

Well, so be it. The most terrible thing had already happened. A man had touched her pubis with scissors and thereby defiled her. Now it did not matter how many more times he clicked those scissors, drew the razor over her skin. It had already happened. She was disgraced. The scissors clicked, sometimes painfully catching hairs.

At such moments Aigul’s body arched automatically, trying to get free. Strong male hands and her friend’s tender kisses and whispers stopped her. The shaving did not pass without pain either. On the Kazakh girl’s labia a couple of little nicks remained with tiny drops of blood. No wonder. First one, then another of the men holding her gave their hands free rein, pulling one of the lips aside to admire the black bud.

“The hair off that cunt is mine!” one of the dean’s friends announced the moment he finished, and began collecting the clipped hairs into a packet prepared beforehand, from time to time lifting them to his nose and invariably saying, “Ah, how this little Asian smells. A fairy tale!”

“As you please,” Sergei Valerianovich laughed in reply. And a minute later: “That’s enough! Fetishist.”

Then at the dean’s order Aigul was lifted and carried again. This time they took her into the next room, almost all of whose space was taken up by a wide bed made with dazzling white linen, against which the Kazakh girl’s dusky body looked like a dark spot. They laid Aigul on her back and spread her legs wide. The men wanted to see the results of Sergei Valerianovich’s work.

“Wow! Without the hair the view is altogether magical. A real Black Rose,” one of the men clicked his tongue. “Makes you want to open the bud.”

“Not just open it,” another corrected him. “Drive a cock in there to the balls.”

“Oh no!” Eva’s voice came from behind the men’s backs. “Fuck her only in the ass. That was the deal. She’s waiting for her fiancé from the army.”

Eva looked with gratitude at her still-dressed friend, and the men guffawed in chorus.

“Now that’s what you call real fidelity.”

They turned Aigul over, laid her on her stomach, and spread the halves of her ass, tense with fear. The Kazakh girl heard tongues clicking and felt the touch of someone’s cold hands on her anal hole, which instantly clenched by instinct.

“Now, now!” the dean exclaimed in puzzlement. “What’s all the fuss? You’re behaving as if we didn’t know Mikhail Mikhailych already fucked you in the ass.”

“Playing hard to get,” the men commented. “Driving up her price. As if she’s modest and shy.”

Aigul did not know where to put herself from shame. She could not even turn away. Aroused men on all sides. And Mikhail Mikhailych was a bastard. He had blabbed to everyone he could. How was she supposed to walk around the university now if every instructor she met might know exactly how Aigul had passed physics and mathematics? What a disgrace! The stream of unpleasant thoughts was interrupted by the sensation of a man’s finger working through her tight sphincter. The dean was smearing cream on the young woman’s ass. Unpleasant, but there was no trace of the pain there had been the first time. So it had not been for nothing that Aigul, under Eva’s supervision, had been stretching her little ass. When Sergei Valerianovich decided Aigul was ready and lay down on her, settling his whole weight, his not-large cock slipped easily into the Kazakh girl’s ass.

“Just look at the hole on our little prude!” the dean’s friends amused themselves.

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.

“Come on, bitch, take it in your mouth!”

A huge cock-head jabbed at Aigul’s lips. She obeyed without objection, but at once began searching with her eyes for her friend, expecting support. She did not see Eva, but she heard her voice.

“Do it the way I taught you,” she whispered in Aigul’s ear. “Don’t worry. Everything’s under control.”

Easy to say. How was she not to worry when she was being taken in the ass and at the same time being required to give a blowjob.

“Easy. First lick the head, tease it… Then wrap your lips around it… Suck a little… Now the tongue again…”

“Redhead,” the third man, idle and impatient, interrupted Eva. “I see you’ve got nothing to do. Come on, I’ll run my piston in you. The Asian won’t be free anytime soon.”

He grabbed Eva by the wrist and unceremoniously dragged her toward the leather sofa. She followed him with a playful smile, instantly forgetting her friend. What now? The way an abandoned puppy strains to run after its mistress, Aigul tried to lunge after Eva. Strong male hands would not let her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she heard the dean’s voice. “Don’t spoil the mood.”

Aigul quieted. All right, she would have to manage herself. How had Eva taught her? Completely relax her ass and let the first man decide for himself how to move, and occupy herself with the second partner’s penis. Be as gentle as possible and careful with her teeth. Aigul acted strictly according to Eva’s instructions. If clumsily.

“Whoa!” Sergei Valerianovich soon praised her. “A virgin, a virgin, and she knows how to give a man pleasure. I’ll cum soon.”

The dean spoke quietly, fighting for breath.

“I really want to dump it in the Asian’s mouth,” he went on. “Humiliate this bitch all the way. Come on, Gena, let’s switch.”

“Easy!” the dean’s friend responded readily, taking his cock out of the Kazakh girl’s mouth. “Sucks great, by the way. When you finish, make the girl suck out every drop.”

The word “bitch” stabbed Aigul painfully. She wanted to protest (especially since her mouth was free), but because of her good upbringing she did not dare be rude to her elders. While she was choosing words, Sergei Valerianovich’s cock worked its way through her lips.

“That’s it!” he grunted contentedly. “From the ass straight into the mouth.”

He grabbed the young woman by the hair, not letting her pull away, and after two or three powerful thrusts spilled into her mouth. There turned out to be a surprising amount of semen.

Aigul choked, coughed, but did not dare spit the semen out and convulsively swallowed the contents of her mouth. That was exactly how her experienced mentor had taught her; that was what the math instructor had demanded in his time as well. The fluid turned out sticky and viscous, but almost tasteless. The one the dean called Gena, however, gave the young woman no chance to reflect on the subtleties of the taste of seed. With an impatient hand he shoved a pillow under her belly to raise her ass, drove his cock into Aigul’s stretched anal hole and began to move. There was little that was pleasant, but there was none of the tearing pain there had been during Aigul’s first anal sex with the physics instructor.

Eva had said there was nothing shameful for a young woman in masturbating properly while she was being taken in the ass. On the contrary, men always liked it. Aigul glanced at the dean, still breathing hard after his orgasm, and reached a hand to her little bean. Look what I’m doing. He watched the Kazakh girl with interest. The freshly shaved vagina stung, but Aigul found a comfortable position for her hand and began caressing her clitoris.

What was happening seemed unreal to the young woman. Really, she was jerking off in the presence of two men who were taking turns using her ass. Although after they had shaved her in public she was a fallen young woman to whom everything was permitted. Where was Eva? The slaps of naked bodies coming from the next room and quiet female moans became an exhaustive answer to that question. Eva had taken one of the men on herself. Or rather onto her ass, because the man had been set on anal sex in advance and did not intend to change his plans. That did not bother Eva in the least. While she had been teaching Aigul she had not fucked men for several days. Both holes were literally itching, demanding a cock. Usually Eva preferred younger partners, but in the absence of anything better these would do. At any rate their erections were firm enough. What else did Eva need? With her rich experience Eva was capable of coming from anal without any rubbing. Aigul could not yet. That was all right; her friend would teach her.

Aigul’s head was spinning. Forgetting everything her parents had taught her, the Kazakh girl closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations. An unusual feeling unlike anything else arose low in her belly, then spread in waves through her whole body, causing a tremor in her arms and legs. Every touch of Aigul’s to her clitoris, even the lightest, made her cry out with pleasure. The movement of the cock in her ass now seemed pleasant. The dean’s hands tenderly caressed her small breasts. What a high!

At the moment Gena discharged into the Kazakh girl’s ass, an orgasm covered her. Aigul either whimpered or wept and slowly toppled onto her side.

“Ivanych, Gena’s done. The slit-eyed one’s free,” the dean shouted to the friend who had been having Eva. “I propose a swap. The Asian’s ass against the redhead whore’s pussy.”

Ivanych, who had come to the sauna mainly because of Aigul, lost interest in Eva, pulled his cock out of her ass and, jumping off the sofa, pattered barefoot across the floor.

“Keep in mind,” the dean informed him the moment he appeared in the doorway, “the Asian swallows. You don’t even have to ask.”

Ivanych waved his hands impatiently. Leave me alone, I’ll figure it out myself. The men swapped partners. Sergei Valerianovich and Gena subjected experienced Eva to double penetration, while Aigul, barely thinking after her orgasm, was again being fucked in the ass. Ivanych behaved more aggressively than his predecessors. He either slapped Aigul hard on her dusky buttocks or, gripping the young woman’s hips, furiously impaled her on his cock. The young woman’s head lolled helplessly from side to side, but her hand kept masturbating. Her eyes rolled back; her mouth greedily caught air. The Kazakh girl’s widely opened mouth meekly accepted another portion of seed when Ivanych finished. The young woman’s fingers, meanwhile, did not forget to tease her clitoris. They did not touch Aigul any more that evening. Eva declared that the Kazakh girl had completed the required program and needed rest.

“Otherwise it’ll end in the madhouse for her,” she explained to the men, who were still aching with desire. “Can’t you see what state the girl’s in?”

The men did not argue. Nobody needed trouble.

“Then you’ll take her place,” the friends decided.

“Easy!” Eva laughed.

They sent masturbating, orgasm-shaken Aigul to the sofa, and Eva took her place in the bed. She was having fun. It had been a while since three men had had her at once. Aigul, meanwhile, completely lost touch with reality. The many orgasms she had gone through and the fatigue gradually sank the young woman into a deep sleep. That was how she fell asleep, with her hand between her legs. She woke because someone was shaking her by the shoulder. She opened her eyes and jumped up. In front of her stood Eva, and behind Eva three men. All four were fully dressed. Aigul automatically covered her breasts and pubis with her hands. She was surprised that it was shaved. Then, remembering what they had done to her, she shamefacedly lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Up,” the dean announced. “Our time is up. We’re leaving.”

Without waiting for the Kazakh girl to dress, he headed for the exit. He turned only in the doorway.

“Congratulations on successfully passing your exams. We’ll meet next semester.”