Asian Virgin. Part 3

Asian Virgin. Part 3

Entering the shower stall, I turned the faucets so that the running water became a bit cool. After washing my face a few times, I began to think about my present and future.

“Could I really have given myself so easily to two strangers, when my whole life I had planned to keep myself a virgin until marriage?! I held out for a full twenty years, and everything was destroyed in a single hour… What changed in me? Why don’t I regret losing the most precious thing?”

Reaching down to my crotch, I lightly stroked it. Inside me there was still pain and burning.

“Since I’m no longer a virgin, what difference does it make how many guys fuck me before my husband—one or a hundred? Damn, what am I thinking? There’s an exam tomorrow, and I haven’t even prepared for it…”

After soaping my body several times with shower gel and thoroughly washing my aching “girl,” I turned off the water and began to dry myself with a towel. Midnight was approaching fast, and I needed to be at the university by 9 a.m., so I didn’t drag out the water procedures, nor, for that matter, prepare for the exam. I only dried my hair with a blow dryer, changed into my nightgown, and went to bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up at 8. The sun had already fully risen and was shining brightly into the window of my room. Changing into casual clothes, I ran to the kitchen to quickly have breakfast and start getting ready for university. “Finally, the last exam and the session is closed! If only I can get a 75 so I don’t lose my scholarship…” After breakfast was finished, I returned to my room and approached the wardrobe.

“So, what should I wear today… Jeans? No! White pants? Nooo, not those… Oh, right! I’ll wear a skirt and a white blouse!”

The skirt was a mini, loosely cut, so that it fluttered in the wind and didn’t tightly hug my legs. I also took from the nightstand some thin white knee-high socks, perfect for this heat. Having put it all on, I left the house and ran to the bus stop. Thank God I made it before the exam started. Our teacher, Sergey Sergeyevich, had already begun accepting the first students for the credit.

I got terribly nervous when my surname was finally called.

“He’s definitely going to fail me now… Please let everything go well, please let everything go…”

Trembling all over from nerves, I entered the office where the teacher was sitting. He was about fifty, maybe a bit less. He was short, with a decent belly, and sparse light hair that was already starting to gray. His eyes were gray and somehow indifferent, and he wore glasses. No one in our group liked him. Entering, I noticed how Sergey Sergeyevich followed my gait and my legs from the very door to his desk, without looking up at me. The chair I sat on was next to the teacher’s, not across the desk as was usual for us.

“Damn, the bastard, I won’t even be able to pull out a single cheat sheet like this…”

— Hello, Baltabayeva! Come in, sit down… I hope you prepared well, because your group isn’t pleasing me at all today… Maybe at least you’ll pass normally. Well, draw a ticket!

Having drawn the ticket and read the questions, I realized I was done for. Of the three I got, I more or less knew only the second; the other two I was seeing for the first time, you could say. Panic gripped me.

— Well, Baltabayeva, read the question and answer! Why are you frozen? – the teacher seemed to understand well that I wouldn’t be able to answer the ticket, but decided to tease me a bit, — or shall I read it.

He took the ticket from my hands and began to dictate the first question to me. Since I had nothing to answer, I lowered my head like a guilty schoolgirl and began to fiddle with the edge of my little skirt with my fingers. The teacher moved on to the second question, to which I was able to say at least something. However, after listening to me for about a minute, he started asking questions, and I fell silent again. I realized I had failed.

— I think there’s no point in asking the third question… Well, go, Baltabayeva, fail.

That word echoed painfully in my head. Fail means studying here half the summer, retaking the course, and I already had tickets bought for the evening train tonight to my region. No, I absolutely could not stay for the summer and lose my scholarship. NO WAY!

— Please, Sergey Sergeyevich, don’t give me a fail. Let me try to draw another ticket, I beg you. I already have my ticket bought. At least give me a three.

The teacher’s hand stopped. A little more and my student record book would have been filled out and then that would be it… He looked at me.

— You don’t need to beg me for grades. I’m giving you what you deserve. If you had prepared better, you might have earned a three, — he again shifted his gaze to my student record book.

My heart began beating in a frantic rhythm. “No, I can’t just give up like this. I need to think of something and very quickly.”

— Maybe we could come to some kind of agreement, — I said unexpectedly even to myself, spreading my legs so that the teacher could notice my panties under the skirt (the panties on me were white, so they were clearly visible). My voice became somehow tender and playful. – Understand, I really need this grade, Sergey Sergeyevich!

The teacher shifted his gaze to my legs, examining them from bottom to top, he stopped on my panties. Some malicious spark flashed in his eyes.

— Baltabayeva, do you really think that offering yourself to me is a good idea? – he stood up from the chair and, walking past me, headed to the door. “Damn, what have I done, idiot. Now he’ll open the door and tell me to get the hell out.” I blushed and pressed my legs together, deciding that I could get up from the chair and head for the exit. But something completely different happened.

— Wait for me while I accept all the students, then we’ll talk, — he began to open the door, — and for now sit in the corridor.

I slowly exited the classroom and sat in the foyer on a chair.

“Damn, damn, damn… what am I doing. On the other hand, I had no choice… either summer, or THIS! Fine, let’s see what happens, maybe it’s not all as bad as it seems to me.”

Of course, I understood that after what I had done, he would probably want much more from me, but I firmly decided that I would go all the way. I sat on the little chair, tightly pressing my legs together, and placing my palms on my knees, thinking about what awaited me. My “girl” still ached a bit after yesterday, or rather not even ached, I just felt uncomfortable THERE. Several times I seriously thought about going home and let whatever happens happen. But each time I calculated how much the retake of this subject would cost me, which is why I was still sitting in the university, on this very chair.

However, I didn’t have to wait particularly long. After about an hour, our entire group had, so to speak, “fired their shots,” and everyone was gathering to go home, some cheerful, some not so much.

— Saya (short for Zhansaya), are you going home or not? – asked my deskmate friend, — why are you sitting there, come on, get up.

— No, go without me, girls, — I flinched hearing my name, — I still have something to finish here.

The girls, thank God, didn’t start pestering with questions, and laughing went on. The decisive minute for me was approaching. My heart began beating terribly fast, my legs trembled slightly, and there was some terrible noise in my head. I started to feel a bit nauseous. “Any moment now and I’ll faint.” The teacher’s voice pulled me out of my state.

— Baltabayeva, get up, let’s go! – Sergey Sergeyevich turned onto the stairs and began descending, — outside!

I got up and with an uncertain gait followed the teacher. Although I was quite skilled at wearing heels, at that moment I almost fell several times while going down. “Why does he need to go outside? I thought we could resolve everything in his office…” But I couldn’t object, since I needed the grade, not him. Exiting the building, the teacher waited for me at the entrance.

— I thought about it, — he headed toward the parking lot, — that it would be better if we discuss your question at my place. Do you agree?

— Yes, whatever is convenient for you, — I began to understand what he had in mind, — only could you then drop me off home?

— Well, that will depend on you, — at these words we reached the car, — maybe yes, maybe no. Sit in front.

He opened the door with the key, and I, going around the car, sat in the passenger seat next to the driver. His car was an old Soviet one. We started off and, exiting the university parking lot, drove through the city streets to Sergey Sergeyevich’s house.

We reached the place in about twenty minutes. All the time we were driving, we didn’t say a word. The teacher lived, as it turned out, in the private sector, so he invited me to enter his house.

Entering inside, I already wanted to take off my little heels, but the teacher protested, saying for me to come in like that. Reaching the living room, I stopped. “Well, here I am standing in the teacher’s house waiting for him to bend me over and fuck me. Terrible… I never thought I’d become like this!” Sergey Sergeyevich approached me and placed his hand on my waist.

— Well, Baltabayeva, how are you going to persuade me to give you at least a three, huh? – the teacher’s lustful gaze fell on my chest, — what were you going to prove to me that you’re not worthy of a fail. It seemed the whole hopelessness of my situation amused him immensely. He reveled in the fact that I was completely in his power, that I had no other option but to give myself to him for the grade. “Surely he’s never had such a young little student as me,” — came into my head.

I reached my hands to his trousers and began to unfasten his belt, which just wouldn’t yield to me, probably because I was very nervous. When I finished with his belt and unbuttoned the button, his trousers rolled down his legs to his feet.

I noticed that in his underwear his member was starting to enlarge. Reaching my palm into them, I felt it, still weakened and limp, and grasped it. He took off the underwear himself, thereby now his member appeared before my eyes. It was not big, but at the same time not small either, the pubis was smoothly shaved. I began to stroke his shaft with my hand, tightly gripping it with my fingers, while his head pressed against my skirt and rubbed against it.

Apparently deciding it was time to start acting, Sergey Sergeyevich reached his hand under my skirt and began to rub my pussy through them, which at the first of his touches began to secrete feminine juice. He did this slowly and confidently, pressing tightly against my girl through the thinning fabric, delivering me enormous pleasure.

Realizing that my little skirt was a bit in the way, I grabbed its edge with my free hand and lifted it up, providing him a larger area for action. At that moment I felt how his head pressed against the skin on my thigh and lightly rubbed along it. I let out a moan and closed my eyes. His fingers lay on that area of my panties under which the clit was, and began to pleasure it with circular movements.

Never before had I felt so good. Forgetting myself, I didn’t even notice at what moment he pulled my panties down to the middle of my thigh. Only feeling how the tips of his fingers touched my labia, I understood that now there was no barrier between us. Running his middle finger between my labia, the teacher reached for my face and began to kiss me. I’ll never forget this sensation. It was unpleasant that a man thirty years older than me was kissing me, but at the same time I was insanely aroused that it was my teacher.

“Still, forbidden fruit is sweet!”

I penetrated his mouth with my little tongue, which he grasped with his lips and began to lightly suck. The ground was slipping from under my feet from how pleasant what my teacher was doing to me felt…

— Aaaaah… — a lustful moan escaped my lips when the teacher’s middle finger penetrated me, spreading my labia. Although the sensations of the torn hymen still hadn’t left me, I was able to get used to this feeling, so in parallel with the unpleasant sensations I also received pleasure. “And the girls told me that after losing virginity you won’t be able to walk normally for almost a week. Pfft… Probably they strained hard and damaged something themselves!” For me, thank God, everything went smoothly yesterday, so now when Sergey Sergeyevich’s little finger began rhythmically plunging into my pussy, I received an ocean of emotions.

Meanwhile, his member became noticeably harder in my palm, it even seemed to have increased in size. It no longer dangled from side to side but took a static erect position, the head filled with blood and brightly gave off a red color against the light skin of his member. Some liquid had spilled on its surface, so in the sunlight it brightly reflected and shimmered.

— Well, Baltabayeva, I think you’re ready for more, — he removed his hand from my crotch, brought it to his face, spit on it, after which he returned to me again, deciding that in the end he needed to moisten me even more, — well, come on, turn your ass to me. He lightly slapped me on the ass, took me by the waist with his hand and began to turn my submissive body the way he needed.

Turning my ass to him, I slightly adjusted my little skirt, transferring it from my buttocks to my belly, because it seemed to me it would get in his way. I stood before him, with panties lowered, like the most submissive bitch who decided to give herself for the credit. Glancing back at the teacher, I saw that he was rolling up his shirt, from under which his disgusting little belly showed.

“And to this old pervert I decided to give my “girl,” which had only just begun to live an “adult” life? Eh, Zhansaya, Zhansaya…”

Besides all this I noticed that my crotch, since I was on decent heels, was much higher than the teacher’s member, so I decided that I needed to bend my knees a bit so that it would be more convenient for him to enter me. Even in sex with such a disgusting man I still cared about his convenience.

“What a caring one I am.”

— You have a nice ass, Baltabayeva! – Sergey Sergeyevich’s face literally shone with joy at what was coming, — I’ve long dreamed of spinning you on my member, because you always walk in front of my eyes, so cute and innocent, and wiggle your ass in tight jeans. And also those white pants of yours, through which your panties always show through. Do you think you can walk like that and nothing will happen to you? Oh, if our university weren’t so prestigious, the senior students would have bent you over somewhere behind the dorm long ago and fucked you like a public girl. Figure is just right, ass – a little nut! Only the breasts aren’t very big, but that’s not a problem when there’s such an ass and such legs. If you wanted, you could make many men happy… You’re young and hot now, and in ten years you’ll already be… However, it’s up to you… Just my opinion is that why let good things go to waste? You need to have fun while you’re still young and while people are interested in you, otherwise later it’ll be too late. So think about my words, Baltabayeva.

After the said words, the teacher approached me from behind and his member pressed between my legs. “Damn, it seems he’s absolutely right about needing to use what nature gave me, especially since it’s so pleasant!” I leaned back slightly, calculating that his member would plunge into me at that, but that didn’t happen. Not penetrating my vagina, he rubbed between my labia, which, however, also delivered me a certain kind of pleasure.

— What, can’t wait to feel a hot member inside you, huh? – he took his organ in his hand and several times ran it over my crotch, — I knew that deep down you’re a real slut who can’t live without a good stick. Well, I won’t torment you any longer.

Pressing his organ between my legs, he began to penetrate my vagina with the head. This happened quite painfully, and not as smoothly as it was yesterday with the guys on the bench. “Maybe it’s because of the condom? Yesterday the guys fucked me with rubbers, maybe that’s why everything was so easy, “like butter”?!” Sergey Sergeyevich was fucking me without a rubber, so to speak “with bare flesh.”

— 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.

— I’ve only had it twice, — I said through quiet moans, deciding not to be coy and tell the truth, which the teacher undoubtedly liked, — I became a woman quite recently.

— How can that be? With your legs, with your little nut… — as if in confirmation of his words, he slapped his palm on my bun, leaving a little red spot there, — you’re using your potential unwisely, girl.

— Aaaaah… Mmmmmm… — I bit my lower lip, muffling the moans escaping me. The lust blazing inside me was growing at a geometric progression. Imagining how I looked from the side right now, I got even more aroused.

“If only some acquaintance would see me now, so horny and lustful, standing on all fours in front of a man who could be my father and impaling myself on his member.”

The teacher’s organ widely spread my undeveloped vaginal walls, which sent a light pain mixed with pleasure throughout my body. However, with every second, with every new thrust this pain became more insignificant, and after about a minute I could fully surrender to the pleasant sensations in my pussy.

Leaning forward more strongly and pressing the little skirt to my stomach with my hand, I looked at my slender legs and my pussy, which was carefully accepting the male flesh, expanding at the same time. When the teacher’s organ exited me, my “girl,” as it were, didn’t want to let it out of herself and stretched the inner labia of the vagina after the member leaving her.

A small tuft of hairs decorating my pubis was a bit soiled in my juices and saliva, from which they had slightly stuck together. Looking at them, I involuntarily smiled. I imagined how somewhere behind my pubis a man’s member was now sliding, breaking a path for itself in my narrow “little corridor.” “So the girl has gone for members,” — I thought to myself, — “it was enough to try once, now you can’t stop.”

The man completely took the matter into his own hands, it seemed that he simply wanted to get pleasure, not even thinking about me; in his eyes I was just a toy capable of delivering him pleasure. Next to him I seemed even smaller than I actually was: my thin body was submissively fucking with his member, two even legs slightly trembled from excitement. Holding my pelvis, he almost completely grasped me with his palms, so miniature and fragile was I. Yeah, I looked completely like a child, and height only 165 cm.

“How could he fall for one like me?

Apparently he just hasn’t had sex in a long time, so he grabbed his chance with both hands, in the literal sense of the word.”

Pulling one hand on my hair gathered in a ponytail, he several times with all his strength drove his penis into me to the very base, from which I literally screamed. Probably he perceived my screams as the screams of an excited bitch, since he several times repeated the actions performed with my body, thrusting and thrusting his “dagger” into me to the very hilt. But I was screaming not from excitement: the thing is that my pussy was still not very accustomed to having “guests” in the form of members visit it, and especially in the manner that Sergey Sergeyevich was doing, therefore it hurt a lot.

— Please, stop, it hurts me, — I said intermittently between screams, — pleeeease… You’re going to tear everything there, Sergey Sergeyevich… My voice broke because I started crying.