Aziza’s Trials. Parts 1-2

Aziza’s Trials. Parts 1-2

The evening was going fairly well for Aziza. The morning’s events still sat heavy on her, but among friends she brightened a little and life felt almost normal again.

She was in her final year at a pedagogical institute. Getting a dorm as a fourth-year without any special benefits is hard. Worse, there were far more incoming students this year, so the dorm was packed with first-years. Even half the third-year students had to find new housing. Finding an apartment wasn’t especially difficult; Aziza’s problem was money. She was on a paid program and counted every kopeck. Even a bad apartment was more than she could afford. That morning she had left her things at a friend’s place and promised she would be gone tomorrow or the day after. She had nowhere else to leave them.

All day she had found nothing cheap. That crushed her. She had crossed half the city in the heat, looked at dozens of places, and everything was too expensive. In despair she called her friends—partly to take her mind off it, partly to ask if anyone knew of a cheaper room.

They came. By ten o’clock a group of nine sat in the city park: five guys and three other girls besides Aziza. The evening weather was beautiful once the sun dropped. Aziza wore light red high-waisted leggings that sat just above her navel (an inexperienced observer might have taken them for pants), a loose white T-shirt she usually knotted under her breasts, and sneakers. She never wore panties under the leggings; she thought they ruined the look. That made her ass and pussy the object of a lot of hungry stares on the street. She liked the attention, which is why leggings made up a good half of her wardrobe.

Her figure was the kind men notice: long, shapely legs, a firm rounded ass, a slim waist, a pretty face. Friends wanted her; some girlfriends resented her. She liked to flirt. Casual touching was common in her life. She let barely-known men put their hands on her ass or breasts; even a hand between her legs didn’t make her pull away. She did not, however, sleep with everyone. Relatively few men had actually fucked her, and she was proud of that.

“These days everything is so available and girls will lie down for anyone. I still manage to be a ‘good girl.’ I’ve only slept with guys I was actually dating. I never cheated.” None of those relationships had lasted more than six months. The last one had ended almost two years earlier. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a woman.

They talked about ordinary things—stories, ideas, problems—kept light and a little funny so no one had to sit with anything too heavy.

“I have nowhere to live,” Aziza said when it was her turn. “They kicked me out of the dorm today. I don’t know where to go. I called the whole city and walked half of it looking for a place. Plenty of options, but money’s tight right now. Tomorrow I have to move my stuff from my friend’s—I promised I’d only stay till then.”

“Listen, Ziz,” Seryoga said. “Vanka, Zheka and I rent a two-room together. There’s space for one more. There’s even a fourth bed. If you don’t find anything, come look. Maybe you’ll like it.” He glanced at the other two; they nodded and said they were fine with a new roommate.

“I don’t know, guys.” Living alone with three twenty-year-old guys didn’t appeal. “I probably won’t find anything I can afford, but I don’t want to impose either. Living with a girl isn’t that simple.” She expected them to drop it. They didn’t.

“Come on, Aziz, we’ve known each other forever. We’re not going to leave a friend hanging, right?” The other two nodded. “We’ll manage. You can cook and do the women’s stuff around the place. We might not even charge you.”

“Okay. I’ll come look sometime.”

She let the subject go. Not having to pay was tempting. Her instincts still told her she would end up paying some other way.

She didn’t notice the alcohol appear until a plastic cup of whiskey was in her hand. She knew she got drunk fast and shouldn’t drink, but she hadn’t seen these friends much lately and couldn’t refuse. First cup, second, third. Within ten minutes the ground felt unsteady and her vision blurred. Tongues loosened, including hers. Serious thought became impossible. The world felt easy and happy.

Two couples formed and started kissing. That left Aziza and the three guys who shared the apartment. They had been waiting for exactly that. Once she was alone they asked her to sit between them so she wouldn’t bother the couples. She had little choice. When she stood and walked over on unsteady legs, their eyes stayed on the crotch her leggings outlined so clearly. There was no space between them. She waited for them to make room. They didn’t.

“What are you standing there for, Ziz?” Sergey said, speech already slurring. He grabbed her hips. “Sit on my lap.”

She started to object. He pulled her down so fast she more or less fell onto him. He groaned at the feel of her firm ass on his cock. He was already picturing stretching the tipsy girl on it later, once people started leaving. His cock hardened under her. She felt it swell. Alcohol had done its work: instead of jumping up and leaving the drunk, horny group, she stayed. Warmth spread between her legs—something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Two years without a man made itself known.

A minute later she could clearly feel a hard cock under her ass, thick as a stick.

“So, shall we go look at the apartment?” Sergey asked, his hand on her thigh. “I’m sure you’ll liiiike it.” His palm traveled from near her knee up toward her crotch.

“Mmmm… I think we can go. If I like it we can move the stuff today.” She smiled and bit her lower lip. “You’ll help, right?”

“Of course,” the other two said together.

She knew the longer she let him touch her, the less will she would have to stop. Reason said leave. Her body said the opposite. Her twenty-three-year-old body wanted a man. It wanted sex.

Sergey’s hand moved from her thigh to her stomach. He stroked her through the thin fabric; it felt like skin. She sat with her back to him so his cock lay between her ass cheeks. She began slowly rolling her hips against him. He moaned quietly and at one point worried he might come in his pants before he ever got inside her. Carefully he slid his hand down to her crotch, afraid of breaking the moment. When she parted her legs a little, he knew she wasn’t going to stop him.

He ran his fingers along her pussy lips through the fabric. The moment he touched her he felt how wet she already was; the crotch of the leggings was soaked. “Horny little slut. And she acted like she was so above it.”

“Aaaahh… Mmmmm… Yeees…”

The other two had been watching the kissing couples. They turned when Aziza moaned. She sat with her legs open, one hand on her own breast, grinding her ass against Sergey while he worked his fingers between her thighs. Vanek and Zhenka exchanged a look. They had known her a long time, wanted her a long time, and she had always said no. She hadn’t been sleeping with anyone. Now she was sitting with her legs spread in front of them, moaning, not even trying to hide it.

Sergey decided to get her facing him before the others joined in. He told her to stand and turn around. She didn’t refuse. She swung one leg over the bench, then the other, and sat on his cock with her wet pussy. She immediately started rubbing against him. He grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed.

Two more hands landed on her thighs. She looked and saw the other two wanted in. She reached for the bulges in their jeans and wrapped her hands around them. Feeling the cocks under the fabric, she began stroking their full length, getting more aroused with every second.

Aziza found it insanely pleasant to feel men’s hands on her ass. She was one of those girls who took fierce pride in being wanted, and now three guys wanted her at once, squeezing her firm cheeks. She wasn’t thinking about where the touching would lead or whether she could handle three of them. That didn’t matter. She just wanted the moment—the sweet, heavy ache she hadn’t felt in so long. Her pussy kept leaking, demanding to be filled. The need was driving her crazy. She was ready to give herself right there in the park and not care who saw.

“So, maybe we should go to our place, Ziz,” Sergey said, slapping her ass. “I think it’s time, or we won’t get the stuff moved later. My car’s right nearby.”

She didn’t resist. The guys told the rest of the group they needed to show Aziza the room before it got too late. No one stopped them. Sergey walked ahead toward the car. Aziza walked between Vanka and Zhenka, who kept grabbing and squeezing her ass. She knew exactly where they were taking her and what would happen at the apartment. She wanted it now. She had never had three guys at once. In her whole life she had maybe had sex twenty times.

“If you only knew how long I’ve been jerking off to you, Ziz,” Vanka muttered drunkenly, leaning close. “Wanted you for ages, but you never gave it up, you little bitch.”

“Then you should’ve stopped jerking off and just asked me out,” she answered, bolder now. “You think I don’t want someone to fuck me? I’ve gone so long without it.”

They reached the parking lot and Sergey’s Audi. He opened the doors.

“You three in the back,” he said. “If traffic cops see your drunk faces they’ll pull us over. Sit quiet.”

“We’re not against that,” Zhenka grinned. “Especially with Azizka with us.”

They got in and the car started moving. Almost immediately the guys’ hands were on her again. Her body had cooled a little. *God, what did I agree to? How am I going off to fuck three guys? I shouldn’t drink. Never again.*

Then Vanka leaned in and she kissed him herself. Hands returned to her inner thighs, sliding up to her crotch, fingers stroking her through the torn fabric. Doubt vanished the moment heat flooded her belly again. *So what if there are three of them? They’re friends. Being fucked by friends isn’t as shameful as a stranger.*

The guys were burning. They weren’t used to this much foreplay; usually they just fucked and went out for a smoke. Their cocks ached from standing so long. They took turns kissing her until she couldn’t tell whose mouth she was in. It wasn’t enough.

Vanka broke first. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and started pulling. For a second she grabbed them automatically. Then she realized how stupid that was. *You already let them feel you up everywhere and now you’re playing modest. Too late.*

They didn’t wait. Vanka shoved both hands under her ass, gripped the fabric between her cheeks, and ripped. Aziza cried out. He pushed his fingers into the tear and ripped farther until the leggings didn’t need to come off at all.

“Fuck, Vanka, that’s even better,” Zhenka said. “Looks sexier.”

Aziza looked down and sighed. Those had been some of her favorite pair. They didn’t let her dwell on it. Vanka already had his fly open and his cock out. He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto him. She swung a leg over before she fully understood what was happening—the thing she had wanted for so long and also feared.

Hot flesh pressed between her legs. She almost pulled back, then stopped herself. *Too late for that now.* She spread her legs, took his cock in her hand, and guided the head to her entrance. Then she started sitting down.

“Aaaaaaah… Aaaaaaa… Mmmm… Aaaaaah…”

She was very tight—tight enough that it felt like she hadn’t been fucked in years. Vanya put both hands on her waist and pressed down, trying to get deeper faster. When she was fully seated she exhaled and stayed still a few seconds until the stretch stopped hurting and turned into fullness. Then she braced her hands on his chest and lifted off him.

She tried to go slow. Her pussy wanted the opposite. It wanted to be pounded. She couldn’t make herself go faster, so she asked.

“Please, faster… deeper and faster… Fuck me like the sluttiest bitch. Fuck me rough like a whore. Please. Fuck me.”

Vanka didn’t need to be asked twice. He started lifting and dropping her so hard her moans carried outside the closed car. Tears of happiness stood in her eyes. She dropped her head onto his shoulder. Her pussy opened and closed around him in a frantic rhythm—all the way in, almost flying out. She was so wet the whole back seat filled with wet slapping sounds.

Sergey glanced in the rearview. “What are you doing back there, fucking? Couldn’t wait till the apartment? At least don’t break my seats.” He snorted and looked back at the road.

“Aaaah… mmmmm… Uuuuuhhh… Yeeees… Yes!! Yes! Fuck me! Like that! Yeees!”

She shook her head wildly. Vanka knew she was coming.

“Yes! Fuck! Fuck your slut! Oh yes! Exactly like that! Yeees!”

Her vagina clamped down even tighter. *Fuck, this slut is tight. Never fucked a pussy this tight. She’s already 24 and it feels like she barely ever got used.* He kept slamming her onto him through the convulsions until she went limp.

“Fuck, Vanka, I want to fuck her too,” Zhenka said. “Take her off. Lay her on her side—at least let her suck me.”

Vanka lifted her off and laid her across the back seat with her head in Zhenka’s lap. He leaned over, pushed back into her pussy, and kept going.

Zhenka rubbed his cock over her lips. Without thinking she opened her mouth and let him in. She had never given a blowjob. When the orgasm haze lifted she was horrified for a second—*get it out*—but she couldn’t speak with it in her mouth.

“Mmmm… Mmmmfff… Mmmmf…”

While she was still trying to figure out how to make him stop, the disgust faded. Then the gag reflex faded. *It doesn’t taste as bad as I thought. And that heat… it turns me on.*

She wrapped a hand around the base and stroked. His cock was big; only the head fit. *I’m a whore now. They’re using two holes at once. But fuck, it turns me on. Let me be a whore tonight. At least I’ll get off. Nobody else will ever know.*

After that she committed. She started pushing her mouth onto him herself, trying to take more each time. She closed her eyes. Vanka kept fucking her from behind, one hand on her thigh, but her attention was on the cock stretching her lips.

She pulled off long enough to spit on it, smeared the spit down the shaft with her hand, stared at the flushed head, then took it back in. In five minutes she was addicted to it—the hard heat in her mouth giving her as much as the cock in her pussy.

“Mmf… Mmmf… Gggrkh… Mmmmmmm… Mmf…”

“Oooh… Yeeees… Suck it, slut… Suck! Take it deeper! Yeees! Like that! Skilled little cocksucker. I want to fill your mouth.”

“Mmf… Mmf… Gmmm… Khhh… MMf…”

Sergey turned into the courtyards. “She’s taking it in her mouth too? Never would have thought that. Maybe it’s her first time. She’s swallowing pretty hard for a first time.”

The car stopped. He shut off the engine.

“You almost done? Time to go inside. We’ll continue properly. I’ll wait outside…”