The beginning of the sexual revolution or an orgy with virgins

To make it clear to everyone why it's called that, I'll say that the time of the described events is the early seventies. The setting is the city of Minsk, the capital of Belarus. I was studying at one of the Minsk institutes, which one—let's keep it vague for clarity. I lived like everyone else in a dormitory. Drinking, sometimes studying, sometimes girls. I wasn't a virgin, but I couldn't call myself a womanizer either. I got my share of short-lived dormitory sex, where during intercourse you're thinking not only about the girl and yourself, but also about when someone will knock on the door and you'll have to frantically get dressed while shouting "Wait!". And if it's a student council check with a representative from the dean's office... In short,

until my fourth year, that's how I lived.

At the beginning of the next semester, there was some reorganization, and four more groups were added to our stream. And against the backdrop of the already familiar faces of the girls in our stream, suddenly new and very interesting faces appeared. One of them clearly had her eye on me, and within a week we ended up in her bed. But I myself was more interested in three girls from her group. I'll describe their appearance. One of them is a shapely little Tatar girl named Gulsara. Everyone called her Gulya. Short in stature, with a short black haircut, slender with a neat little butt, firm breasts, and a narrow waist, she was the favorite of the physical education teacher and indeed ran, jumped, and did gymnastics well. As I later found out, she had actually attended a rhythmic gymnastics section as a child. If you happened to bump into her when leaving a lecture in a narrow corridor, touching her, you felt that her whole body was dense, hot, and firm.

The other girl from this trio—a red-haired and skinny girl of average height—Verochka, nicknamed Little Fox. She was quite young. That says it all. Her narrow hips, long legs, small breasts, and a mane of dark red hair flashed through the institute's corridors. She adored miniskirts, and her long legs flashed before your eyes, sometimes revealing a glimpse of white panties. For the guys of that time, deprived of video porn and Playboy magazines, this made a strong impression.

The third was Olya. She is easy and yet difficult to describe. The simplest thing to say is that she was a classic Russian beauty. Everything that needed to be was in place, nothing extra in her figure or face. By the way, about her face. She had a perfectly straight nose, which, as is known, is a great rarity. Against the backdrop of today's beauties, she might have seemed overly plump, but I didn't think so. To my taste, she was a Beauty with dark blond hair. Her round head with widely spaced gray eyes and slightly prominent cheekbones attracted everyone who was not indifferent to women.

And, finding myself in bed with their groupmate, after I quickly stuck it in her, I asked what she knew about these girls. She wasn't offended and answered with a laugh: "What, you too? Am I not enough for you?" It turned out that since the first year, quite a few guys and teachers had been courting these three friends, but all received a polite but firm refusal. They didn't live in the dormitory; they rented an apartment for the three of them in the center of Minsk, not far from the institute, but no student had ever been in that apartment, although some had tried to get in. Somewhere around the second year, the verdict was issued—they were lesbians. And a year later, they were generally left alone—if they don't want to, they don't have to.

They didn't appear at dance evenings, studied well, but weren't nerds. In short, except for classes, you couldn't see them. At general lectures, I sat closer, but it didn't lead to anything. Attempts to start a conversation weren't supported; everything ended with general phrases about the weather, about how the lecturer was clearly hungover today. And that's it!

I had already given up hope of any contact, although I liked them all, and I was simply crazy about Olya. Sometimes I even jerked off imagining her in my bunk—there weren't always enough girls for relaxation.

And suddenly, on one truly beautiful autumn day, a young kid peeked into my room. "Who here is Semyon?" he asked, and, making sure it was me, shoved a note into my hands. The note said: "come today at 19:00 to our place." And signatures—Gulya, Verochka, Olya. I was stunned. There had never been anything serious between us, and now this...

By seven in the evening, I was already standing at their house. I didn't buy flowers; just in case, I splurged and bought a bottle of cognac and a chocolate bar—you can't go empty-handed. Exactly at 19:00, I rang the doorbell. Olya opened the door. She smiled sparingly and offered me to go into the hall. The apartment was huge—a so-called Stalin-era building, built right after the war for various bigwigs. Very high ceilings, huge rooms.

In the hall, on the sofa, sat Verochka in a modest dress that covered her young body from neck to knees. I was offered to sit in an armchair opposite, which I did. Olya took my gifts and, saying, "They probably won't be needed," left the room. I was left alone with Verochka. She immediately took the bull by the horns. "Senya, we want you to take our virginity." I froze. In those days, hearing such talk was impossible. "Who is 'us'?" "The three of us." Here she smirked ambiguously. "Though, in different ways. You don't mind, do you?" Stunned like a complete fool, I nodded my head. "That's good. And now, please, show me your dick." I was completely stunned. To hear such words from a girl who should blush at the word 'butt'! "Well, come on, faster." Blushing—this was the first time something like this had happened to me—I started unbuttoning my fly. Fumbling in my underwear, I took out my tool and pushed it through the fly. Verochka examined it carefully and allowed me to put it away. "Now listen to me carefully. If you agree, you'll spend today and tomorrow with us. You must take our virginity, but each in a different way.

For example, I am a virgin in the ass. Gulya needs her hymen torn. And Olya has never sucked anyone off. Do you agree?" "But I'm not a homo..." "You don't understand anything. We're not offering you a man, but my girl's ass. Women love being fucked in the ass. It should already be clear to you that we call things by their proper names. Don't blush when you hear fucking, pussy, dick, etc. To make it clear to you, I've done enemas and now I'm clean inside. Do you agree? Yes, I also warn you that you will fuck us with the lights on and we all (I mean those who are free) will watch. Do you agree?" "Yes," I mumbled. "Then let's begin."

She got up from the sofa and turned her back to me to lead me to another room. I went cold. Her dress was a dress only in the front. There was nothing in the back—only three ribbons at the neck, waist, and knees held the fabric and kept it from falling off. Her entire back and butt were exposed. And on her butt was an inscription made with a fiber-tip pen—that's what they called markers back then—"Fuck here," and on the other half—"Stick it in the ass." My dick rose sharply. We entered the bedroom, where there was a bed of absolutely immense size. Next to the bedroom was a bathroom, where I was sent to get into a civilized state, as Gulya put it. I came out of there completely naked with a towel wrapped around my hips. Olya and Gulya immediately tore it off me, while they themselves remained dressed in some skirts and tops. On the bed lay Verochka face down. Her legs were slightly spread. Olya and Gulya quickly smeared my standing dick (we'll follow the house rules) with some cream, led me to Verochka. Gulya started spreading the halves of Verochka's butt, and Olya guided my dick with her hand.

From Olya's hand, I was about to come, but I understood that I was about to do something else. Together, they started inserting my dick into Verochka's ass. Verochka groaned, "Just go slowly." I wasn't in a hurry either, trying to remember all the sensations. The dick slowly entered the girl's ass. "This is tighter than a pussy," flashed through my mind. As if answering my thoughts, Gulya said: "It's okay that it's tight. We'll fuck it open, it'll be easier." Verochka moved under me, and I little by little inserted my dick. Verochka's ass was hot and slippery. Probably, there was a lot of Vaseline or other cream there. Finally, my not-so-small dick entered her ass completely. I heard Olya's whisper: "What are you waiting for? Fuck." I started moving back and forth. My hands caressed her small breasts, I kissed her on the neck, where there was some strange necklace made of coins and various beads.

At first, it was a bit difficult, but then everything went like clockwork. Verochka moaned under me, I don't know from what—from pain or pleasure. Gulya prompted: "Don't rush, don't come. Hold out as long as you can." I held back, but if I hadn't had anyone for a month before this, I couldn't last long. And with a cry of "I'm coming," I shot my sperm into Verochka's ass. A few more movements and I pulled out of her. Verochka turned to face me and kissed me firmly. Then they brought the fiber-tip pen and offered to leave an autograph on her butt. There was no room left on her butt, so I wrote a bit higher: "Slut."

Then they sent me to the bathroom, and when I came out, I saw Gulya on the same bed, completely naked. Verochka and Olya stood to her right and left, spreading Gulya's legs for me.

I noticed that Verochka's pussy was clean-shaven, while Gulya had a whole bush between her legs. But I didn't ask about that yet, and instead asked why Gulya was still a virgin. I was told that Tatar girls should only marry Tatars, and they only marry if the bride is a virgin. Otherwise, the husband kicks the wife out in disgrace after the first wedding night. But now Gulya is marrying a Russian guy named Vasya, and he doesn't care whether she's a virgin or not. So she can be fucked. That's also why she doesn't shave her pussy. During these conversations, I felt aroused, my dick stood up, and I headed towards Gulya to do what they asked of me. But Olya stood in my way. "What, you want to just break her like that? Before breaking a woman, you need to please her. Lick her pussy." Lick her pussy? Of course, I had heard about it, but like all my friends, I thought it was humiliating. To be a pussy licker? I looked at all three friends and understood—if I didn't do this, I wouldn't set foot in this house again.

And, swallowing my pride, I approached Gulya's legs, which were being diligently spread open for me. On the inner thighs, there were also inscriptions: "Fuck here" and "Break the hymen." I buried my nose between her legs, expecting something terrible. But the smell I caught wasn't unpleasant; rather, it was enticing. It smelled of something perfumey with a sharp scent, but nothing disgusting. Like diving into an abyss, I threw myself forward. The entire pussy was spread open, and I started licking the lips, covered with a thin layer of clear fluid. I started desperately licking everywhere. My tongue bumped into some elevation. Above the lips protruded something like a mole or a wart. I touched it with my tongue and heard Gulya's moan; it was the same moan my girlfriends made during fucking. Realizing that it pleased her, I took this little pea with my lips and started sucking on it.

Gulya writhed, moaned, and I continued to please her to the approving exclamations of Olya and Verochka: "Well done, keep going!" Finally, Gulya started moaning loudly, and her body shook with convulsions. "Put it in immediately!" Olya and Verochka shouted in unison. My dick, which had been standing for a long time, they guided into Gulya's pussy, covered with secretions, with their four hands. It went in without obstacles and rested against that membrane I had seen earlier. I hesitated. "Come on!" Gulya shouted. Without thinking, I pushed my dick forward. It overcame the resistance and took its natural place. I started kissing Gulya, caressing her small, firm breasts. Gulya made some strange sound. "Fuck!" her friends shouted. And I started fucking her. I fucked without thinking about anything. Just fucked. She seemed to like it. She started arching and moaning again. The fucking lasted longer than with Verochka—after all, I had already come once. But finally, the moment came, I gathered myself and with a cry of "I'm coming!" I shot into Gulya. She trembled, quivered, and relaxed. I pulled out of her.

Caring girlish hands picked me up and led me to the bathroom. There, I caught my breath, washed up, and came out wrapped in a towel. Gulya slipped into the bathroom after me. I was asked to leave an autograph on Gulya's belly. Without thinking, I wrote "Whore." Then they seated me in a deep armchair standing by the bed, and the friends, in their birthday suits, sprawled on the bed. They poured me a cup of strong coffee with cognac. (So my bottle did come in handy after all.)

Imagine three absolutely naked girls, each one—the dream of any student—striking the most enticing poses. Moreover, unlike all the girls I knew, they had no white lines from panties or bras. Their tan covered them completely—both breasts, and butts, and thighs—everything was covered with an even layer of tan.

Looking closely at Olya, I saw that while I was in the bathroom, inscriptions had appeared on her cheeks: "Sucks dick" and "Blow me." Her pussy was also smoothly shaved, like Verochka's, and all her legs from heels to waist were covered with a thick layer of tan.

The girls started telling their life philosophy. They spoke over each other, each complementing the other, so I'll present their views as a whole.

Every woman, according to them, has the right to any pleasures. They were glad that I wrote "Slut" and "Whore" on them, but not "Prostitute." This was another test for me. Prostitutes give themselves to men for money or gifts and serve for his pleasure. They don't mind the names slut, whore, trollop. They even like it. But they decided that they would get pleasure for themselves. Each of them remained a virgin, but in different ways. About Gulya, they had already told me, adding that in her hometown, everyone who felt like it fucked her in the ass and mouth, which is exactly why she was sent to study so far away.

But she didn't give her pussy to anyone. Verochka had both fucked and sucked, but her ass was untouched. And Olya had tried both, but hadn't sucked anyone off. And so they decided to get rid of any virginity all at once, but not by chance, but simultaneously and by the efforts of one guy. I (and this flattered me) was the one who appealed to all three of them simultaneously, and they decided that if I agreed to their demands, I would be that guy. I asked if it was possible to get pleasure from just one person, for example, a husband, without becoming a whore. General laughter was my answer. Olya added that no matter how sexually active a husband is, he can't fuck his wife in the pussy and ass simultaneously. I shuddered and asked if they had tried such a thing. Olya, batting her long eyelashes, modestly said: "More than once," and Gulya took it in the mouth and ass simultaneously.

I was stunned. But during this time, my dick began to show signs of life.

"Now we are sisters," the girls declared in unison. I remembered that according to customs, women who had had the same lover could consider themselves sisters.

After another visit to the bathroom, they brought me cognac with a decent snack, gave me tea, and put me to sleep in another room, although I tried to lie down with them on the huge bed. I was ordered to rest until tomorrow. Excited, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time; I remembered the details of my "Initiation." And when I did fall asleep, you can imagine what kind of dreams I had.

The next day, I woke up because someone was licking my