Asian Virgin. Part 2

Asian Virgin. Part 2

Three days had passed since the bus.

Lucky for me, I still managed to sit the exam after everything that happened. I passed. That didn’t stop the sick, sticky feeling from sitting in my stomach the whole time. When I finally got home and peeled my panties off, they were soaked through. His cum had been leaking out of my ass all morning.

Three days later, the ache was mostly gone. My hole just itched now and then. In the shower I caught myself reaching back without meaning to, sliding a finger inside like it belonged there.

That man had taught me something I couldn’t unlearn. After him I felt like a woman, even if my pussy was still untouched. My body started asking for it. Not all the time. Just often enough that I noticed. At first the wanting scared me.

Keep going like this and you’ll end up a whore, I told myself.

Then I thought about it properly and decided it was just a body doing what bodies do at my age. I wasn’t sixteen anymore. I could live like an adult if I wanted to.

Sometimes I replayed the bus in my head. The way he pushed into my ass for the first time. The way he stretched me open and filled me until I dripped. Those memories went straight to my stomach and then lower. I’d get wet before I even finished the thought.

Something in me shifted after that morning ride. I wanted a hard cock in my ass again. I wanted to be used like that again. The problem was nobody I knew looked at me that way. Or if they did, they hid it well. Not even a hint.

Maybe I should go out with friends, get drunk, let somebody get handsy. Those ideas started showing up more often than I liked to admit.

That night I was on my bed with my phone. Ten o’clock. Same as every other student: scrolling, tapping out the usual Hey. How are you? messages. I tried to sound looser with people. Freer. I wanted somebody to notice I wasn’t only offering friendship.

One of the guys from my group drifted into something dirtier. We talked about our day. I told him I’d bought new underwear and sent pictures of the bra and panties laid out on the sheets.

“They’d look better on you,” he wrote.

I put them on and sent a photo. He hadn’t expected that. He complimented my body, and I got bolder. I took another shot without the bra, one hand covering my chest. It came out well. I hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

He wrote that he wanted to touch my tits. I left him hanging. Better to save that for later.

Then a friend request popped up. I opened the profile and recognized him from the first pictures. The guy with the camera on the bus. My heart kicked so hard I thought I might be sick.

What does he want now? He’s going to blackmail me.

I accepted anyway. Making him wait felt like a worse idea.

Maybe he just wants to meet me so he can fuck me later.

The little pencil icon appeared next to his avatar. He was typing.

“Hey. You recognize me?”

“Hey. Yeah. Obviously. What do you want?”

“I wanted to meet you.”

“What for?” I knew exactly what for. I played dumb anyway.

“What do you think, Zhansaya?”

“I don’t knoooow…”

“Come downstairs. I’m waiting in the yard.”

“Right now? Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, you little bitch?”

“Don’t call me a bitch. I don’t have to come out at all.”

He went quiet. Then a file started uploading. When it landed I hit play without thinking, like an idiot, as if I didn’t already know how we’d met.

The first seconds were me. White pants yanked down in the aisle of the bus. My body rocking with every thrust from the man behind me. Every so often the camera zoomed in on my ass, close enough to see his cock working in and out of me.

I froze. He had the video. He could ruin me with it. I started trying to think of a way out, and then another message cut through.

“Think your friends would recognize you if I sent this around?”

“Please don’t. I’m begging you.”

“Come outside. I’m waiting.”

I didn’t have a choice. I yanked on dark leggings and a T-shirt, shoved my feet into sneakers, and ran downstairs. Two shapes were sitting on the bench. I walked over.

“Hey again, Zhansaya. This is my friend Pavlik.”

“Hi.” Pavlik put his hand out like we were meeting at a party. I shook it and folded my arms over my chest.

“Nice to meet you. What do you want?”

“A lot of things,” the guy from the chat said, laughing. “Sit on my lap.”

“I’d rather stand.” I wasn’t going to fold that easy. “I’m freezing. Just say it.”

“Sit on my lap first, slut.” His voice had changed. He wasn’t joking.

I did what he said. The second I sat down he grabbed my waist and pulled me back until I wasn’t on his thighs anymore. I was sitting on his crotch.

“You’re not going to pretend you aren’t a slut who let some guy fuck her on a bus, right? Good. Me and my friend figured we’d fuck you real quick. You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t know what to say. Nobody had ever talked to me like I was a thing instead of a person. It hurt in a way I hadn’t expected.

“All right, enough stalling. Take the leggings off, Zhansaya.” He pushed me up off his lap and started undoing his jeans. “If you don’t take them off, I’ll rip them. Better not wreck your clothes, yeah?”

I started peeling them down and took the panties with them. He was going to make me take those off anyway. I stopped when everything sat bunched around my knees. Both of them already had their pants open. Their cocks were out. They were stroking themselves like they had all the time in the world.

“All the way off. You can’t sit on a cock with those around your knees.”

“I… look, I’m still a virgin. I’ve never had anyone in my pussy.” My voice broke. I grabbed at the last excuse I had and started crying, hoping one of them would feel sorry for me.

“Then you’ll learn. Take them off. Now.”

There was nothing left to do but obey. I kicked my sneakers off so I could get the leggings free. I left the panties hanging off my right thigh, just above the knee.

“Vasya, I’ve never had a virgin. Maybe I go first?”

“No, Pavlik. I called this slut. I go first.” He waved me over. I went.

He put his hand between my legs. At least he decided to get me wet first. His finger dragged along my lips and stopped on my clit now and then, working it until it mattered. A minute later my pussy was traitorously slick.

“Look at that. Already soaked. You get wet fast, like a real whore. Come on. Sit on it.”

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.

Last line before I stop being a girl. Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens.

I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped all the way onto him in one motion. Pain tore through me almost at once.

“She really is a virgin, Pavlik,” Vasya said. “Twenty years old, can you believe that? Tight as hell. I’ve never had one like this. Let her sit on it a minute. Let her get used to it.”

Tears ran down my face and then stopped. My pussy burned so badly I was afraid to move. At least he stayed still.

After a minute the sharp edge dulled. I tested it, lifting a little, waiting for the pain to spike again. It didn’t, not like before, so I sank back down. It still hurt. Just different. Dull. Distant. Almost good if I didn’t think too hard. I worked him in shallow strokes until I slipped off by accident, found him with my hand, and put him back in myself.

The second time he went in easier. I was looser now, less clenched. He let me set the pace, and that helped. I stopped locking up.

I got into it without noticing. I leaned in and kissed him. Our tongues met and my head went fuzzy. I took him all the way and started rolling my hips so I wouldn’t have to break the kiss. The hair on his groin scratched my pussy in a way that made me shiver. I barely knew this guy, and right then he felt closer than anyone.

His cock opened me up and filled every inch it could reach. The thought I couldn’t shake sat right next to the pleasure.

I didn’t save it. I didn’t even last until the wedding.

That morning I’d still been a virgin. Now I was riding a stranger on a bench in my own courtyard, and I was going to have to take his friend next.

At the same time, being the girl two guys were passing around outside her building did something to me I didn’t want to name. Two of my three holes had taken a cock in three days. Slow or not, I was turning into the version of myself I used to picture when I got myself off: easy, hungry, available.

I got lucky that Vasya was first. His cock wasn’t huge — maybe six and a half inches, a little thicker than two of my fingers. I’m small enough that if he’d laid it against my stomach the head would have nearly reached my navel. And he waited. He let the tearing pain fade before he started moving.

We broke the kiss because neither of us could breathe. I sat up on him, pushed the hair out of my face, and started bouncing like I was on a horse. My horse kept groaning, and I took every sound as a compliment. His hands landed on my ass and helped me slam down. My wet cunt started slapping against his lap.

“Fuuuck…” The first real moan tore out of me. “God, that feels good.”

My pussy was taking him easily now. When he slipped out for a second I reached down and almost flinched at what I found. I was stretched. My inner lips didn’t close. There was a small dark hole between them, maybe the size of a coin. Vasya pushed back in before I could think about it too long and started fucking me properly. I got louder. I was so wet there was almost no friction left. A couple of times he grabbed my tits and squeezed hard, and that only made it worse in the best way.

“Horny little bitch. I’ll make you whine. I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”

Then I felt him pulse. Vasya started coming, the sounds in his throat turning into something closer to a growl. His cock went hotter inside me. He locked his hands on my waist and slammed me down onto him as deep as I could go.

“Oooh… That’s a slut. That’s what I’m talking about.” He was panting, spent. “Zhansaya, you need to get passed around until you’re properly fucked out. Pavlik, take her.”

I felt like a toy being handed off. Pavlik had been waiting and didn’t need to be asked twice. He grabbed my hips, lifted me off Vasya’s softening cock, and sat me on his lap. Vasya peeled the full condom off and tossed it in the trash by the bench.

“Vasya, give me a rubber. I didn’t bring one.”

His friend tossed him a packet. I sat on Pavlik’s thighs with my legs open, watching him roll it on. His cock was bigger than Vasya’s. Closer to eight inches, thicker, with a heavy head. He didn’t even get the condom all the way down.

Is this one going to fit? Look at you, Zhansaya. Sitting here wondering if a cock will go in.

I rose on my knees and tried to line myself up. Pavlik didn’t have Vasya’s patience. The second he felt my pussy on the head he pushed down on my hips and forced the tip inside.

“Mmm. Tight little cunt, Zhansaya.” His cock stretched me wide enough that it hurt again. “I love girls who haven’t been ruined yet.”

“Ah — Mom —” I felt him hit something deep and the pain jumped. “It hurts.”

“That’s your cervix. You’re not that deep.”

I lifted off him and the pain flipped, just like that, into a rush of heat.

God, he’s big. He opened me so wide I could feel every inch of it. If I start needing this I’m finished. If I keep it quiet, nobody has to know.

I started rolling my ass, not taking him all the way, trying to keep him off that sore spot inside. That was when I heard footsteps.

I turned my head and saw my older brother on the path. The bench sat far enough from the lamps that nobody could make us out unless they walked right up. I could see the sidewalk just fine. My stomach dropped.

If he sees me sitting on Pavlik’s cock I’ll never live it down.

Fear made me sink all the way down on him. I whispered that my brother was out there and pressed myself against Pavlik’s chest. Any other girl would have screamed. My brother would have thrown these two off me and I could have cried rape. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell my mother I wasn’t a virgin anymore. So I sat there quietly with a cock in me and waited for him to go inside.

He stopped in front of our entrance, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

A minute passed. He was still there. Pavlik got tired of waiting. He started lifting me off his cock and dropping me back down, each stroke a little deeper.

“Aaah… Mmm… You idiot, what are you doing? They’re going to see us. Aaah…”

He didn’t listen. He started slow, and twenty seconds later he was slamming me onto him like he wanted the whole courtyard to hear.

“Stop. Aaah… I can’t… please… Aaah…”

The orgasm hit so hard I folded. Pictures flashed behind my eyes, blurry at first, then sharp. Classmates from school stripping me in an empty classroom, passing me around, kissing me one after another. I kissed all of them back. When I was naked they pinned me to the blackboard and took turns fucking me from behind, calling me a whore and worse. I didn’t mind. I liked being used like cheap meat against the board.

When I looked over my shoulder it wasn’t my classmates anymore. It was my father. His hands were on my hips and he was fucking his daughter like he had all night.

I wondered if he’d ever wanted that. Even once.

His thrusts got rougher. He started spanking me.

God, I wanted that vision to be real.

The thought of my own father inside me shoved me even higher.

When I came back to myself I was still on Pavlik’s cock, except it wasn’t as hard as before. He’d finished. My brother was gone. He must have gone upstairs. Pavlik had to help me off him. My legs didn’t want to work.

“You’re a hell of a girl, Zhansaya,” Vasya said, handing me my leggings. “Especially now that your pussy’s open for business. You wouldn’t mind if we fucked you now and then, would you?”

“I don’t know.” The idea of a regular thing, even with them, gave me a little lift I didn’t want to admit. I still wasn’t going to say yes on the spot. “We’ll see.”

“Want to wait until we can go again?” Vasya asked like it was a normal question. “We could put you back on a cock. What do you say?”

“I have to go home. Sorry. I’m freezing.” Insatiable bastard.

I pulled the panties back up from my thigh and sat on the bench. Everything between my legs hurt. My head buzzed.

What am I doing? Is this what my parents raised me for? To give it up to the first guys who asked? God, I’m so ashamed. I wanted those three days back.

There was no going back. I didn’t say any of that out loud. I got the leggings on, stood up, and turned to them.

“Can I go now?” I looked at them and thought, How did I just give my virginity to these idiots?

“Yeah, slut. You’re free.” They laughed. “Think about what I said, Zhansaya. Don’t say no. You liked spreading your legs. Nobody has to know. I just want to fuck that little cunt once in a while. That’s all.”

“I’ll text you, okay?”

I walked home bowlegged. First thing I wanted was a shower. I needed the night off my skin. The apartment I shared with my brother was empty when I got in.

Fine. Better that you’re not here.

I went to my room, dropped onto the bed, and cried. I was angry at how cheaply I’d given it away.

I’m open for cocks now. That’s good and it’s terrible. I wanted to fuck guys. I just didn’t think it would happen like this.

Then I thought about what it actually meant. I didn’t have to stop at kissing anymore. I could go after the boys in my group if I wanted. I only had a year left anyway. The ugly part was the session ending. I’d have to go home soon.

I didn’t live in the city where I studied. Home was a village in another region.

I could start there too. Get some practice. As long as nobody talks.

I grabbed a towel from the closet and went to shower. I needed to sleep. Tomorrow was the last exam, and after that came the trip home.