Lera F.   view profile 

It happened at high school at a sports class when I was climbing a rope. The sensation was very acute and at the most inappropriate moment - when I climbed all the way to the ceiling. I felt a burningly sweet wave coming from the bottom of my belly (from between my legs, to be honest), that made my body numb. I did not feel my arms or legs.

But my head remained absolutely clear. I remember thinking 'I wish I do not fall now!' I was very scared because I could not feel my arms, could not control if they were still clutching at the rope or not, I was only begging them not to loose their grip. I felt as if a swamp of myriads of sweet ants was heaving in my groin. Should I squeeze the rope with my legs just a little bit stronger, the swamp would splash out and spread out throughout my body.

I dangled under the ceiling like a huge pear, unable to do anything. The coach and the class decided I was dizzy because of fear of height. They also were also pretty confused and were trying to advise me something from below. Somebody ran to get more floor-mats to spread them out where I might fall. I hung there desperately trying to soothe the swamp with all my will power, and catch the moment when I could feel my arms again. When I though it finally happened, I released the grip slightly and my body slipped down at a growing speed.

The friction of the rope against my pubis, made 'the swamp' gush so, that I fell down in a convulsively throbbing shapeless pile. That must have been my first orgasm. Anyway after that I had to lie on the floor-mats in the corner for about 20 minutes, not able straighten up myself. And for two hours afterwards I felt sweet aching in my belly and vagina.

That event had a great impact on me. I understood immediately that was the very 'sex' everybody talked about. And when they say that sex is sweet, it is true. And although I was afraid by this first sexual sensation, it got me seriously interested and I started looking for ways to repeat it.

Svetlana Kh.   view profile 

I was at high school when my parents sent me to my cousin Galya's place for a summer vacation. Their family lived in a small town in the southern Russia. My cousin was a year older than me and at first we did not get together well. In a little while I met all her friends, boys and girls, but was not really a part of the company, was more on my own.

I felt offended by the fact that they have some kind of interests of their own. Sometimes they would just up and run somewhere, without even considering taking me with them. Aunt Tanya, Galka's mother, noticed that and started reprimanding them, insisted she (Galka) pay more attention to me. I wish she knew...
The next day, when parents left for work, I woke up and saw that Galka was not around. I walked around the flat and found her in parents' room watching TV. Seeing me, she giggled and said: 'Have a look!'
This was how I first saw a porn film, Galka had been watching on video when parents were not around. I would not say it impressed me a lot at first, but it sure broke the ice in our relations with my cousin - we got a secret to share. That served as a 'pass' to her company for me. And that turned out to be... something...
This country was experiencing a kind of a 'sexual revolution' at that time. Almost everyday they shown films on TV that were close of being porn. Need not mention what was available on video openly for sale almost on every corner. Only a fool could think that children did not see it or took no interest in it. And if there were interested, they would show try to try.
So here we were, the company was a kind of what they would call now 'a swinger club'. They would gather in a vacant lot that had grown weeds of grown man height. The action would start with somebody who had been lucky to see a 'fresh' porn film or a part of it would tell others its plot, savoring the bedroom details.

The company would gradually get excited with the story. Often it happened that several of us had seen the film. Then those who had would start demonstrating the scenes to others... The hole love scene would be staged right there with teasing undressing, kisses, mutual caresses and, finally, copulation. Others would get really turned on watching it, each one would choose a partner and repeat after the first couple. Eventually pretty soon there would be 4 -5 couples having sex standing up of lying on the ground there.
The only thing that differed it from real sex, was that the act itself was imitated by pressing tightly and rubbing genitals without penetration. Oral sex was a common thing. When I was first admitted to that place, then was when I first felt sexual sensations - firm ground would just swing from beneath my feet.
That was different from watching a movie with grown up men and women. That was something that really made me gasp for air not knowing where the trouble was - in my head, belly or elsewhere. The two ringleaders were one of the older boys and my cousin Galka. First time they started staging the scene we had just seen on video, a woman seducing a man. I was dumbfounded when I saw Galka slowly undressing for others to see, undoing boys pants, taking them down, touching and caressing him while the boy proudly showed his erect 'tool' for all of us to see...
At first I did not take part in the games (I was a newcomer still), and I was quite a shock for me too. But, I must admit, things like these are very inveigling, and at the third gathering I already dreamt of being selected by somebody. When I felt one of the boys approaching me from behind, I leaned backwards, threw my arms around his neck and started kissing him... And a that time another boy, who was left without a partner, came up to me from the front and pulled down my panties.

Then both of them started taking off the rest of my clothes, then undressed themselves and pressed their bodies tight against mine - one in front, another from behind... They rubbed there bodies against mine rhythmically and that was very pleasant. In a few days I had already 'tried' all of the boys and got the hang of it. Pretty soon I was able to undress one of them myself and gave him head.
Together with Galka we played lesbian scenes several times. Strangely, when in public, it never really turned me on. But when we would come home and were alone, we would all of a sudden jump at each other and begin torturing each other with caress for a long time...
I came home a different person after that vacation - I was not a child anymore... A few month afterwards mother all of a sudden started interrogating me if we had been close friends with Galka, had gone anywhere with her... Those questions clearly suggested that something happened, the company was most likely caught. Of course I was smart enough to deny everything. But I have been never sent for a vacation over there anymore, and have never in my life seen my cousin since...
I think those events influenced my sexuality a lot. I noticed that I am definitely attracted to group sex. In reality, those instances were rather rare, but every time when situation has been heading this way, I pushed it further maybe not even realizing it myself (by being more coquettish and available than usual)...

Masha V.   view profile 

I did not have any sexual experience for a long time. This was what happened once. It was at the end of May, before the school was over.

I noticed the neighbors' boy waiting for me on the stairway landing each time I was getting back home from school and going up the stairs to my flat. He was 1.5 - 2 years younger than me. It was obvious that he became very nervous each time he saw me: tried to hide his eyes, licked his lips, and twitched in a strange way, as if gathering his courage for something. I did not realize at first that it had something to do with me, but that was the way it was.
Once he finally made up his mind. I had just pasted the landing, just a few steps, when I caught an abrupt movement below with my side vision. At that very moment his hand slipped under my skirt and grabbed me between my legs. His grip was not painful, but tight and powerful.
It was warm so I was wearing only panties, and his touch was very sensible. Suddenly, I felt as if poured over with a basket of water, I became weak and dumbfounded - could not move and just froze. I tightened my legs in reflex, but it only made his hand stuck to my secret place tighter, and I felt weak in my knees, overwhelmed with sensation. I could not do anything - neither hit nor push him aside.
And he, using his lucky chance, tried not to waist a second - tried (faster, faster) feel, touch everything his hand can get hold of. Not knowing what to do I gave him 'the look of death' - and saw his face. It was a face of a mad man, desperate and unhappy. You can see such an expression on a dog' muzzle when all of a sudden it jumps on the master's leg and starts 'making love' to it. As if some force makes them do it against their will. Later I recalled a 'sperm pressure' expression.
It all happened very quick and unexpected then, so my reaction might not be quite adequate. When I saw his miserable face, I was suddenly struck with 'woman's sympathy' (do not know what you would call it). All my wrath suddenly evaporated, it was replaced with a kind of a derisive feeling, and with it came back control over my body.

I relieved the 'grip' of my legs, which he used immediately. His other hand got under my skirt from the front and met his fist one. He moved one stair up to level with me and pressed his front to my leg tightly, literary twining my thigh with his legs. His hands were fumbling over me from front and back, feeling greedily my pubis, perineum and ass, and he, himself started twitching and rubbing himself against my leg. Exactly like a dog would!
It started to seem a bit funny to me, my 'paralysis' gone, and the touch of his hands was not really unpleasant (rather affectionate). So I withstood 'the procedure' to the end, and when he came off of me and ran downstairs, even shouted derisively after him: 'Are you happy now, hero?'
I cannot say that the episode was of serious influence on me. Maybe facilitated my perception on men slightly. Their weaknesses became obvious to me.

Polina U.   view profile 

I remember my first sexual (not love or romantic) sensation very well. The circumstances were rather unusual.
It was in a Young Pioneer camp, a few years ago. Accidentally I overheard the boys from our detachment talking. They were talking about going to the bathhouse to spy on us girls (it was girls' bath day that day).

They elaborated on their plan very carefully - how they would get a ladder, get to the attic beforehand, pull the ladder up after them, close the attic door behind them tightly and would be watching us through the crack in the ceiling. They argued. Two of them advocated the idea actively, the other two were afraid of getting caught, and were trying to talk the first two out of it.
They did not see me, but I was afraid of being noticed, so I left quietly. I began thinking of what I had just heard. At first I was pretty indignant and felt like complaining to the detachment leader. But then I thought the situation over. What if I complained, but they would not dare to go - I would become a laughing stock as an anxious fool. If they did go, got caught and punished because of my complaint - everybody would consider me a sneak and a traitor. They were good boys basically, I was rather friendly with them myself.

I could have told my girlfriends about it, but I did not have anybody close enough there, and as for others, I was sure they would react same way as the leader. I felt sorry I did not listen to the whole of the conversation - at least I would have known what they had decided for sure.
There were 3 hours left before the bathhouse, I was restless. I did not want to be spied on. But what should I do? The boys were nowhere around. Should I go to the bathhouse and check? But if somebody saw me, how could I explain what I was doing there? Should I refuse going to the baths? But that was pretty much obligatory, so I had to give some good reasons...

So, in three hours, not having found anything I was going to the bathhouse with other girls. I threw a glance at the door of the attic as we went by. It seemed closed tightly. Although that was their plan as well.
When we got inside and undressed, I tried to settle in the most remote corner. But the whole of the room was rather open, and of course I could be seen from above as clear as anyone else. Examination of the ceiling did not make anything clear either. Well, it was pretty dark, yes, there were cracks in it... But I did not see any eyes, nobody stamped on it... At first I set on the bench, all tight, trying to bend the way that nobody was able to view me from above. If I noticed something suspicious, I would rush to the dressing room and start the noise. But everything seemed absolutely normal.

And gradually the situation started to bring up different emotions in me. I looked at the naked girls, who behaved at ease, as usual: ran around, pushed each other, poured water on each other - I understood that they could all be seen now. And I could be seen too. I mean not necessarily was, but could be. I looked at my friend who spread out on the bench and understood that she could be seen now - all of her. And if before the sight of my friend lying naked would not get me exited, now the fact that she (same as me) could be seen by the boys naked in every detail, made me gasp for breath. But at the same time I felt safe enough - after all they were not necessarily there!

I began to calm down, it seemed silly to go on sitting there all tightened up. So I started moving around the room, got some water, soaped myself, behaved naturally, but the new sensation would not go, only became stronger. Imagining looking at myself from above, I was trying to guess what exactly they could see at the moment, if they were there, and started to think how they would feel about what they saw.
Suddenly pieces of other girls' conversations I overheard at night started emerging in my head. I imagined how they looked at me from above and their 'things' started sticking out, they squeezed or played with them (I did not know exactly what they were supposed to do with their 'things', but knew that had to be touching them:)), pushing each other aside, to see better... Each of those thoughts got me more and more excited and inspired me to become more and more daring. At some stage I already wished I was seen all, just like other girls.

And I grew bolder - I lay down on my back, same way as my friend, bent my legs and spread them aside slightly so that they could see all of me (providing they were there). I felt myself as if pierced by four pairs of eyes and just basked under their looks, my imagination drawing up pictures of what there were doing while watching me.
At that moment my friend suddenly poured a basin of warm water over me, and that boosted my senses so much, that having inhaled I was just not able to let the air out. I lay there paralyzed, feeling warm streams of water running down my body caressing me wearisomely down there...
That remained my best remembered erotic experience for long time. Maybe it determined how I got my first orgasm later...

Anya S.   view profile 

It happened so that my first sexual emotions were not associated with men. The thing is that I have a brother (4 years older), so I accepted men's anatomy as something natural from the very childhood.

We lived in awful poverty then, rented flats, sometimes had to sleep all together. Often there was no water in those flats, so when we had a chance, mother wanted to wash us kids quick. So, most often we washed together with my brother, and slept on one mattress. Obviously, I saw all the details, but they never bothered me. Men were just different from women, that was all.
I was at high school when we moved to the next flat. Water was available all the time there, so we began to wash separately. Although the shower was broken - there was just a hose hanging, with water gushing out of it. Once, when I was washing myself, a strong spur of water got me between the legs, and must have hit a sensitive spot. I felt as if thrown up by a spring - it was so unexpected that I was scared of the new sensations first, they appeared from nowhere and would not go away.
The new sensations were scary, but very pleasant, so when the fright was gone I felt like trying again. I did not succeed that very day, only when I finally realized that just pouring water on my pussy was not enough. The source of pleasure appeared to be hidden deeper, I figured out eventually and got the required result, having opened pussy lips with my fingers.

Since that moment a special life started for me in the bathroom. I began to go there everyday and stay there for long time, experimenting. I discovered that it was much more pleasant to combine the spur of water with rhythmical movements of fingers. Pointing the jet to a 'secret place' and pressing the hose tightly between my thighs also worked well. No less pleasant was to open lips up, put a shampoo bottle between them, squeeze it with my legs tightly, then take it by the cap and move up and down. Every possible toy I tested for the ability to deliver pleasure. But best thing was just the good old water spur. So when we moved to the next flat, I took the head off the shower hose first thing. : -)
Naturally, I had to somehow justify hours spent in the shower on a daily basis, so I started taking a book with me ('I take a bath and read'). But was sitting in a 'lotus' position all the time instead. :- )
What effect did it have? For a while I was not able to figure out why everybody was so obsessed with men-women relationships. Girls were whispering that it was 'such pleassssure'... I did not realize why a man was needed at all. I imagined my older brother and could not understand what it could be in him (or any other man) that could give me more pleasure.

Tanya S   view profile 

Funny, what you call it - ?first erotic sensations?. I grew up in a small village and sex was a pretty casual thing there. We even had a name for it - ?a lower kiss?. Everything was like in a grownup world ? we picked the time, the place? Rarely we undressed completely, a girl would take her panties off, a guy would pull down his pants to his knees and lie on top of the girl?

I have not read about it anywhere, I just know from my own experience that there is some space before the hymen, where a penis would do 2-2.5 cm deep without any pain and without breaking the hymen. There was just enough room for a guy to insert his helmet ? the most sensitive part - and even move it slightly there. For a girl it was important not to spread her legs too wide, so that the boy did not ?get carried away? and went deeper than he was supposed to. That was basically all there was to it.
Everybody in the village took it easy. Parents made no fuss about it, never over-dramatized it, even joked about it (must have been through it themselves). I remember my drunk father-in-law asking me when I grew up: ?So, do you fuck already or still play that lower kiss bullshit?? The public opinion was that when a girl reached a certain age ?lower kiss? became improper thing to do ? you had to either ?give it? to guys, or keep your virginity.
There was no secret or ?sacrament? about it. Girls and guys fall in love with each other and sooner or later the relationships ended up with a ?lower kiss? somewhere in the bushes. And since we fell in and out of love a lot, very soon we all got to know each other pretty close. Then we started choosing partners basing on different criteria ? for pleasure (at there was a lot of it!) Among guys we valued careful and thorough ones, those who were able to control themselves and did not get ?carried away? ? so that you can relax and did not have to keep your legs tense all the time. Girls were also rated basing on the physiological peculiarities (big pussy lips, deep entrance) ? basically, by the availability of the place where a guy could ?settle? his helmet.
I was not the prettiest of the girls, but my rating was nevertheless high ? I had the right pussy shape. When I got my first boyfriend (he started seeing me home from school) I asked my more experienced friend to tell me about the ?lower kiss? (I already knew where it was heading to). She explained everything to me, even shown it to me: pulled her panties aside and inserted first phalanx of her finger inside her pussy. So once in spring, when everything dried up a bit, we went behind the barn with my boyfriend without further ado. Everybody in the street gave us an understanding look. We giggled, fondled, kissed (?upper?)? Then he pulled down my tights together with panties, pressed me against the wall of the barn and ?kissed me lower??
I did not have time to see or feel much then. There were no special erotic emotions. Only the feeling of satisfaction that I was now ?not worse? than others. After that I ?let myself go?. I began enjoying it very soon, even taking delight in it, especially when the situation allowed not to hurry, but take one?s time and do everything ?the proper way?.
For that we would go out of the village, across the field, and settle down in the woods. We went in a big company, and everybody knew what we were about. Once in the woods we would break up in pairs. Sometimes, when we could steal a blanket from home, and the weather was nice, we were able to take everything off. With an experienced and patient partner one could forget the rest of the world and having merged in a ?lower kiss? lie there for a long-long time, enjoying oneself?

Kira R.   view profile 

A real storm of emotions in my soul was caused by a condom when I got one for the first time. Just one of them, wrapped in thin plastic.

I found it on the stairs in the apartment building where I lived. On the wrapper it said ?Preservative? [Russian for ?condom?]. I knew pretty well about its purpose from my friends. And how to use it as well.

But it was different from stories. In my hands I had the first thing in my life that had something to do with sex. The real thing ? that was the difference. Looking at it I was able to picture another ?thing? clearly, the one that was supposed to go inside according to the doctor Condom?s plot.

It was easy to figure out its length and diameter. Considering the flexibility of rubber, the size was pretty impressive? Having locked myself in the bathroom, I studied the thing scrupulously. Unfolded it, filled it up with water. It looked like a soft sausage with a little stick-out thing on its tip (it was only later that I became aware of the purpose of that tip thing, at that time I just attributed it to peculiarities of male anatomy: )) ).

Honestly, I could not help fitting this sausage to myself? And I did? Put it against the proper spot and held it in place with my thighs. And immediately, some kind of he emerged in my imagination. Then something ?stroke me through? all of a sudden? Filled with warm water, that thing fluttered between my legs as if alive and tickled gently something?

When I pressed my legs together, the tip of it would hardened and stick out more, trying to get deeper inside me between my lips? My imagination was running wild, images flashing in my head? It was a pity that I had to flush it down the toilet afterwards ? it would be impossible to keep such a thing (I realized that perfectly well).
Cannot say if it influenced my sexuality or not. Most likely I just remembered the occasion because it was my first truly sexual experience. But I do not like using condoms in accordance with their primary purpose at all. : ).

Alisa Yu.   view profile 

The first sexual experience I had going back from school on a bus. I was standing in the rear. The bus was packed. It was almost summer, very hot, everybody pressed tightly against each other, sweating and only dreaming of getting there as soon as possible.

Then something unexpected happened. I was standing in the rear, facing the window. And at some moment I felt I was being pressed upon in a different way. The man standing next to me must be rather short, I felt his breath on my neck. But main thing I felt was much lower. He pressed his front to my butt firmly and tightly. Through my summer dress and thin panties I felt three things very clearly: his legs pressed tight against my buttocks and in the middle a big hot and hard ?rod? that settled exactly between my two halves.

I am afraid I cannot describe exactly what I felt then. Of course I understood immediately what it was, although my experience in the matter was very limited then. I had never before been caught up in a situation like this or sexually harassed. I was a very modest girl. And here that shameless rod between my buttocks that pinned me like a butterfly.
I was sort of petrified ? could not even move. On one hand I was disgusted. But at the same time it gave me shivers like a million tiny ants all over my body, the low of my belly and my legs had a strange nagging cramp I never felt before. It seemed that if I had moved the sensation would intensify tenfold. And since I felt it against my will, my consciousness protested vehemently. I was embarrassed to push him away or shout at him, it was an older man, I saw his hands on the hand-rail.

I could not get out from under his pressure either ? I had no strength to move because of the weakness that overwhelmed me. The only thing I could do was pressing my buttocks tightly together with all my strength, and I felt immediately that the sensation intensified sharply. I relaxed my buttocks muscles and felt straight away that the powerful ?rod? pulled them aside and crept even deeper. I tightened up in a reflex to push the hated object away and everything repeated? more than once or twice?

I must have been giving him great pleasure doing that. Seeing that I practically did not struggle, he became bolder and explored all of my ass with his cock, with every thrust of the bus shifting it from one half to another and returning it back into the hollow between them. And all that time I felt that dirty-sweet-painful sensation flowing inside me, paralyzing me and giving cramps to my belly. I could not move at all, just counted minutes to the stop at the market place, where I knew half the bus would get off. And when it happened, I felt that he let me go, but did not even dare to turn around.

I do not know whether he left the buss with everybody else or went on further. That loathsome feeling lulled slowly, not letting go of me for an hour and a half, and often emerged in my memories later.
On the other hand, the older I became, the more I wished to experience it again. Strange as it may seem. There has been a lot of different sex in my life, but never the sensation has been so acute. It has been much simpler. Occasionally I feel something close to it when a man presses his body against mine from behind standing up while caressing me.
It seems hard to explain, but now I would very much like to go that way just to see where it might have lead me to. If I could go back in time now and be that girl in the bus again, I would probably ?relax and try to enjoy it? as the saying goes.

Dianna L.   view profile 

I found a mother?s vibrator in the wardrobe once. Before that event I was not really much bothered with sex (just collected posters of actors and ?boy? groups). But here? Basically, I held a man?s cock in my hand. That was an astounding experience. Obviously, I understood the what the purpose of that thing was at once (I was a big girl already). At first I felt sort of aversion: my mother was doing this!

We lived with her alone and I had not thought that a lonely woman needed to unload sexual tension too. Do not know what she had been thinking about when she left this thing in the wardrobe. Did she think that I never open it? Or did she do it deliberately? For what reason, if so?
When I dug the thing out from under the pile of linen for the first time, I blushed and stuck it back straight away. But could not stop thinking of it. After a while my indignation and embarrassment subsided and was superceded by curiosity. The following several days I would dig into the wardrobe frequently to check if it was still there. Finally, I took it in my hand once and examined it carefully.
The thing attracted and exited me inexplicably ? and embarrassed me at the same time. It gave me a kind of strange aching feeling ? must have been my first sexual sensation. Despite the fact that it looked pretty repulsive to me, I felt like stroking that thing. When I made myself finally do it, suddenly an image of one of the Ivanushkies emerged in my head (I know it sounds stupid, but true).
?I must have spent many hours combined studying the thing, and each time I liked it more and more. I even risked pressing the button once ? I felt vibration and heard it buzz. I had heard the sound pretty often before, from behind the bathroom door, when my mother went for a shower. Only, I have never thought of its nature. Now, when I heard this sound from behind the door, my heart sank, and I could hardly breathe with excitement, because I knew what was going on the bathroom exactly and imagined in my thoughts how it happened. The feeling I felt was not really a pleasant one. As if I was jealous of this vibrator! :-) Or my mother? Do not know.
Despite all my hesitations finally came a day when I decided to try it for myself. Honestly speaking I wanted to try it very much. First time I did it sitting on a chair, not taking my panties off, just pressing the edge of the tool to the chair with my pussy. Having turned it on I did not feel any pleasure at first, but in few minutes I felt waves of pleasure that frightened me at first. I turned it off and did not risk touching it for a few days.
But then gave up and repeated my experiment? And stayed longer? Then I experimented with my panties off. Later there were more experiments ? standing up, lying ? all kinds of positions? Pretty soon I was able to handle the tool without embarrassment, learned how to add extra rhythm to vibrations. For some time I did not dare to cross a certain line ? I was scared by the swift upsurge of emotions. I just could not imagine what was past that line and was afraid of crossing it.
Having reached a certain point I would switch the vibrator off, give myself a break, then turn it on again? But curiosity took the upper hand once and I decided to cross the border ? no matter what? Somehow I knew that it had to come to a sort of an end. The sensation just could not keep growing forever. I gave myself a word to endure to the end - and I was never sorry of it. Past that border there was my first orgasm that scared the shit out of me, but I wanted to repeat it pretty soon? Somehow, it has always been my nature ? I am scared at first, then I want to do it again. :-)
For three years I shared ?lover? with my mother. But I had never given her any reason to suspect anything. I even contemplated loosing my virginity with the help of my ?mechanical friend? (a few times on the edge of orgasm I felt an irresistible desire to push it inside). But then I came across a cute boy who took care of my problem :). Basically, that guy cured my ?vibrodependence?. He turned out to be a skillful lover and found a receptive and motivated pupil in me (thanks to the three years of my solo sexual experimenting). He taught me so many interesting things that real life sex eclipsed all former joys?
But I think that my first sexual experience made serious positive influence on me. If it had not been for this experience, if I had no prior sex-related k

Galya R.   view profile 

It was in summer at the dacha. Do not remember how old I was then exactly. There was a crowd of us girls, we played detectives, that was our favorite game at the time. We invented it ourselves, it was about following the neighbors around secretly.

We would gather at somebody?s plot and waited for a passerby. As soon as somebody came up one of us girl would follow him secretly. Next girl would follow the next 'client' and so on. The mission was to follow all movements of ?the object? secretly and then share the information at the meeting. Rather unpretentious game, but we liked it somehow.
That day I am going to tell you about I had ?an object? - a young guy from one of the neighboring dachas. It was easy to spy on him, he walked through the village never turning around. He went past the fence and went towards the forest. That was strange, nobody went to that forest, there were no mushrooms or berries there ? what was the point of going? I was very curious ? what business could the guy possible have there? We knew the forest inside out, it was a rather small one, so I was not afraid to go there. I had to wait for the guy to disappear in the woods before I went in there myself, otherwise he might have noticed me.

Following him I quickly covered the distance separating the village from the woods, and began searching for him. I found him soon by the rustling of tree branches ? he wandered in young fir-tree thicket, as if looking for a particular spot. I dived into the thicket on all fours. It was more convenient to spy on him from below ? bottom branches of the fir trees dried off and I could see rather far, while he could not see me from above. I crawled under the firs for a while and soon I saw his legs, he was heading straight towards me!
I hid and was a little bit scared to tell the truth. He stopped very close to me, just two steps away and I saw the lower part of his body from his feet to the waist. He seemed to have found the spot he searched for, because he exhibited no intention to search further. I heard his strange nervous breathing and I saw him rubbing the front of his trousers with his left hand.

Then he unzipped his pants, they fell to the ground, and pulled his underpants down to his knees. What I saw shocked me. At first I thought I was disclosed and he was jeering at me (boys used to show us something for a second to make us girls blush). But then I understood that that was not the case. He was busy with a different thing.
The thing he had in hand did not resemble boys? ?little pendant?. His ?thing? stroke me not with its size only, but also with its power ? its aggressive, ?rampant? look. And the guy treated his thing as if it was another live creature ? separate from him ? stroked it, patted, shook it. (By the way, now I understand why men often associate their penis with a horse ? in the same way a man would probably stroke, pat and pull withers of his runner).

Then ?the ride? began. His hand was shaking fast, getting even faster, the rest of his ?things? shook to the rhythm of him movements? The guy began to moan softly, sighed and finally, having strained all his body, shoot weighty ?spittle? in my direction?
I cannot say I experienced sexual arousal observing the process. Everything happened all too soon. From the very beginning I was paralyzed with fear of being discovered, and shocked by the show developing fast in front of my eyes (had never seen anything like that before).
I remained on my knees under the tree for a while. When the guy left, I began coming back to my senses. I did not grasp everything and not at once, but it was clear that I encountered with that very ?forbidden? side, I heard about but never really considered seriously before.

Just to do this forbidden thing, the guy went into the woods, searched for a secluded spot? It was clear that he did not pee, but did something different, something special? Later I got out from under the fir tree, found and studied one of ?the spits?. Strange look and smell? I ran back skipping. The picture of what I had just seen, was spinning non-stop in my head, I was dying to share my story? Silly girl I told my friends everything. I felt like boasting my detective success, reporting the real adventure I witnessed. Sure, they listened to me with their mouths open, and my story was a great success. As a result everyone wanted to see it with their own eyes.

We hunted the guy down and when he went to the woods for a second time, the whole horde of girls followed him? Naturally, he could not but notice the whole crowd of girls following. So, he walked around a bit and left. And some began thinking me a liar after that, although I was telling pure truth.
Without doubt that occasion influenced me a lot. As if I grew several years at once. I began to understand adult conversations about sex. When guys used dirty words like ?hard-on?, ?wank? or ?cum? (thinking I did not understand) ? I knew exactly what they were talking about.
From that age it stopped being a forbidden secret for me and became something normal and ordinary. ?Been there, seen it?. Maybe that was why I did not have much fear or psychological problems when I started my sex life.