Daria S.   view profile 

I did not loose my virginity with somebody I love, it was all somehow spontaneous. Most likely it was a result of my lively nature and excessive interest in men. It all happened at a party at a friend's place after we graduated.

I was the only girl in the company of five guys, all 3-4 year my senior. I was not afraid of being with them, because I knew them all, they were not at all aggressive. Besides, they all treated me well. Despite being young, I was a sort of a leader among them and always made others 'do things', not very nice ones at times.
At that time it was me who talked them into spending an hour in line to buy some cheap Arabian balm that all of a sudden became for sale in the neighboring store. So that balm was what we had to drink then. In two hours we all were pretty drunk including me. The conversation got impudent, and I was the one who talked most on every subject including sexual.

One of the guys said he would rather had 'an ugly chick, but with big boobs and crooked legs, so that she can wrap them around him better' I popped up immediately saying that I could wrap him up much better with my straight legs. He was struck dumb for a moment, but then figuring out, I was drunk enough, started pushing the subject further.
He started provoking me, making fun of me, saying that talking was all I was good at... Called me a chicken. I just had to say B after saying A. That is my nature - I just have to prove my point. And that Arabian balm on top of it... So, to the utmost surprise of everybody gathered, after 20 minutes of squabbling, we stood up and went to the adjacent room.
I have to do him justice - in the darkness of the room he tried talking me out of it, even apologized. Surprisingly, that was what really got me going (blame it on the balm). I was touched by such generosity almost to the point of tears, hugged him, started kissing him, and told him he was the best. I really meant it then.

He melted at my pressure and our kisses were followed by undressing each other, and mutual caresses. Alcohol must have put me on an 'autopilot' of a kind; I acted as if I were an experienced woman indeed. I still have no idea where it all came from - must be some kind of genetic memory. I did wrap my legs around him and even honestly tried to thrust back.
I did not feel any pain, thanks to balm 'anesthetics'. I even liked all that, but felt no trepidation or comprehended the significance of doing it for the first time. As I said, alcohol woke some deeply rooted reflexes in my subconsciousness, as if I had done it many times before. He even did not understand that he took my virginity.

He never knew about it. Probably found some blood on the bed later (there were some), must have attributed it to something - I do not know. Next morning, when I woke up I remembered everything very well. I did not feel no shame or remorse. It has just happened. And happened the way it happened.
The only thing I did not want was him to think he had some rights over me (did not really like him that much). I let him know that next time I saw him. And three or four days later I all of a sudden realized the beauty of my new state. Now I could take my relationships with men to any degree of intimacy I wanted. The psychological barrier in the form of virginity was gone.

Daria S.   view profile 

I have had my first orgasm only with my husband. I got married rather young. After a couple of year of most reckless sexual adventures during my first two college years, I eventually found a man who was able to get me seriously interested and get me attached to him.

Although I had a lot of sex before marriage, all my affairs were very short term ones. Casual sex, no strings, as they would say now. That was fun, interesting, exiting, but I the excitement came mostly from the atmosphere of adventure. Only with my husband I was able to really get into sex, there was enough time and room and desire. Besides my husband is 8 years older than I am, pretty experienced. He became my teacher.
To tell you the truth, I had no idea what orgasm was at the time, was not sure it existed at all and obviously did not know how to reach it. My husband was aware of the fact and urged me to experiment, to try different techniques to find my way to it. It took us quite a while to get there. It turned out that regular approaches did not work with me. I had never been too exited about masturbation, long sex had been no more than a pleasant pastime to me.

But my husband was pretty persistent in his research. Once he started caressing me when I was fully dressed, as soon as I entered the flat. He was unusually passionate and persistent, got his hand under my skirt right in the doorway and started caressing me through my panties. Then he literary grabbed me by the pussy and dragged into the room.
I got very horny fast because of his attack, his desire passed over to me and possibly because the situation reminded me of my childhood experiences. He kept me in a state of becoming more and more horny for almost about an hour, caressing me in all possible ways, without entering me.

Finally he got to the state of almost total frenzy, when all I could do was tossing and moaning, having lost the touch with reality. He then made me sit on the floor, spread my legs wide, took a mirror and put it right between my legs, so that I could see all. And for some reason, the sight really got me going. I was literary erect down there, almost like a man, I could not imagine anything like that before. My pussy lips seemed sticking out for about 5 centimeters and were open wide.
He took my hand, made me touch and feel myself. THIS was almost too big for my palm, and as soon as I touched myself, my eyes closed, head fell sideways, and the first convulsion crept through my body. Having caught the moment, he entered me immediately and after his first powerful and confident movements inside me I began quiver in orgasm beneath him like a fish caught on the hook.
From then on, orgasm ceased being a problem to me, each following time I reached it easier and faster. The only thing that is necessary to me is to feel myself down there and make sure that my pussy is shamelessly and aggressively 'erect'.

Olya N.   view profile 

What I said earlier was basically said so that you can understand my story better.
As I said I have a brother. Transitional age. Often boys start to drink or take drugs at this age.

Alesha began doing worse at school, shirk classes, had to do with a bad company. I knew they drank, but this was not the worst part of it. They were all obsessed there, I found out that they attempted to abuse a girl sexually, and it was a miracle that they got away with it, and did not go to jail. Alesha was there, also the neighbors' girls complained he was harassing them.
Once I heard him masturbating in his room. I was positive he was, I know the sounds very well. Most of all I was afraid that he will get into trouble because of being silly. Sperm would poison his brain completely and he would go do something terrible. I could not allow that to happen even in my thoughts. Wellbeing is most important to me.
To prevent the worst from happening, I brought myself to do a thing that everybody would blame me for if they knew. I had thought it all over and decided that I need to let my brother know what a woman was, so that he came down and did not jump on underage kids any more. If I ever decide on something, I will do it no matter what, you can trust me on that. I picked a good day when Alesha was not hanging out with his company, and stayed in with us.

I got ready beforehand, as if it was my most important date. Went to the beauty parlor, did my hair, manicure. When kids went to bed, I took a shower, rubbed lotion onto my skin. Went out of the bathroom with nothing but a bath robe on and wandered around the place still thinking if what I was about to do was right.
I decided yes, it was. Everything should be in order in my family. I was not even very nervous when I opened the door to Alesha's room quietly and got inside.
I was right in time - he was tossing on the bed and by his heavy panting I understood that he was masturbating, so I kind of caught him and had an excuse to continue
. I came in closer, he heard me and froze. Pretended he was asleep.
I took a sit at the edge of his bed and threw away the blanket. He had no underwear on and his penis was erect. I took his cock in my hand and was surprised with its size and heaviness, although it was not as big as grown man's.
His heart was beating like crazy with fright that he got caught, but I started stroking him tenderly, especially his cock and testicles. Then I started wanking him gently, I am very skillful at it, to jerk him off for the first time so that he would not come prematurely. In just a few seconds he twitched on the bed and came.

He pretended he was asleep, and I felt such unusual tenderness towards him, as I had never felt towards any man before. I was really happy to give it not to a stranger, some asshole I hardly knew, who did not care for me a bit, but to my dearest person - Aleshka, and I saw how badly he needed it.
Then I wiped his body with a bed sheet and began caressing him again. He got a hard-on immediately again. Then I stood up, let my robe fall to the floor and stood by his bed in the lantern light from the window, so that he could take a good look of me and enjoy the sight of a naked woman. I am sure he was looking at me with his eyes half-closed, because his cock remained hard. I turned around to make sure he saw me all and remembered well.
Then I came to the bed, got on it and stood above him on my knees, so that his body was between my legs and my pussy over his cock. I took him by the hand and stroked my pussy with his hand, so that he could feel and remember. Stroked my breasts with his hand too. Then spread my legs wider and allowed his cock inside me.

How tenderly I was taking care of him! It was for the first time when I was not just being fucked, but I myself, with all my skills and desire, was doing what I wanted to and the way I wanted it, the way I liked, and was just trying to give my brother the best.
I am not going to describe everything in detail. Let me just say that to relieve the pressure completely he had to come 5 times. And he never showed that he was not asleep! When I saw he could not make it anymore, I put on my robe and left. I felt myself happy as never before in my life! I was a little bit worried by the morning after - how we were going to look at each other, but everything turned out to be just fine.
He followed me all day like an obedient puppy, tried to please me everyway possible. Going out to see his buddies was out of the question - he was looking forward to the night. Something had happened to me as well. Before I thought of just giving the kid a sex lesson and that was it, but I spent all day thinking of him as a man.

Not that night, not the following, but one night I did come to him again? Shit, I am in love with my own brother!!! So this is how we have been living for 4 months already. Of course he does not pretend to be asleep anymore, but behaves like a real man in bed. On the everyday basis life became a fairy tale: he is doing great at school, does not hang out with bad company anymore, looks a kind of indulgently at other girls? Everything I could dream of.
I am not really worried about the future. All men are dogs, and my Adonis will always be able to find himself a girl when it is time to get married. Until then I will 'help him out'. I worry about myself. Because it is only now that I came to really like sex. And with my own brother of all people!
I know I will be able to give him up when it is time for him to get married. I will survive and won't do any harm to my family. But am I normal? This is unnatural - having sex with one's kid brother, but I really enjoy it, to the point of tears and sobbing? No other man is anywhere near to this.

Alla Kh.   view profile 

First sexual experience was with my girlfriend. That was probably the age when everybody dreams of love and sex. We both wanted sex very much, but were afraid of going too far with the boys - it seemed too early. Although dates, seeing-offs, even kisses in the porch - we already had had all that. But there was a barrier that would not let me go further when boys suggested that.

What was I afraid of? Hard to say... was afraid of pain, afraid of consequences... But most likely there was not that special person around, somebody I would do anything for, regardless. We talked about it a lot with Kat'ka, and thought the same. We felt good together and pour our unspent on boys feelings on each other - all of a sudden we would start hugging and kissing overwhelmed with emotions... At that time it seemed there was no person closer than my best friend.

Once in summer, we got soaking wet under the rain and ran into Kat'ka's place. Her parents were at dacha. We threw all our clothes around and rushed into the shower to warm up. That was the first time we happened to be naked together. I watched her and so nothing that subconsciously scared me in guys. Standing under the shower we laughed remembering rain, thunder and our fear.
And doing so we hugged each other, overwhelmed with emotions. The touch of the wet naked bodies was so sensuous, that I just froze. She must be feeling the same, because was not in a hurry to let go of me either.

We stood like that for quite a while, then, got out of the shower, dried ourselves, and ran into her room. There, without exchanging a word we dived into the bed - to warm up. And embraced each other again and started kissing in a gust off passion... Lying on my side I felt her knee separating my legs. Then I threw my leg over her thigh myself. Melting in each other, kissing, we held each other tight, rolling over the bed, trying to spread each others legs to press a knee against each other's intimate places.

Our clothes took time to dry, that was why we spent some more time in bed together - not toughing each other afterwards, just reading magazines and watching TV. We both understood, that something had happened between us that day. It was sex, maybe not real, but sex, that we both wanted.
We did not talk about what had happened, but the way we felt towards each other made it clear that we both liked it. Our eyes were filled with tender care towards each other, hands were touching each other all the time... It was clear to me that we would go further (even if not that day).

The next day we both felt a kind of awkward. We did not attempt to approach each other, on the contrary, we were a little too cold. But on the third day, the dam between us burst open. A warm word from the one of us, another reacted immediately and there were hugs and kisses again - so hot ones that time... One of us felt hot, then another... Heat was just an excuse to get rid of the unnecessary clothes. This time things developed headlong. Both of us were in a hurry to overcome that barrier of uncertainty in our relationships - so that nothing was left unspoken, so that both of us could be sure: yes, we did it!

Hands were roaming over bodies bolder and bolder, the touch becoming open caress... I was the first one to unhook my bra, Kat'ka's immediately followed mine to the floor. Then we simultaneously put our hands on each other thighs - and our panties began sliding down... My knowledge and skills were exhausted at that point, honestly speaking, I would not know what to do next other than continue hugging each other.
But Kat'ka turned out to be more experienced than me. I felt her hand persistently seeking its way down, finders tickling the spot where the lower apex of the triangle becomes divided into two parts. Impatiently, she pressed her knee forward, pushing my closed legs apart and her fingers got inside me.

As soon as she started caressing me down there I fell into a state of sweet stupor - and that was delightful! For a few minutes I just stood relaxed absorbing the new acute sensations, then I felt like returning the caress to thank her. My hand slid down her belly, the smoothness of the skin was replaced with soft silky hears. Kat'ka's legs parted readily and my fingers entered the realm of hot, resilent and wet flesh. I began imitating the movements of Kat'ka's fingers and my sensations became twice stronger when I saw her reaction - her frozen stare right into my eyes, half open mouth, deep sighs coming from her chest...

She had more experience in the matter, she told me later that she was familiar with masturbation since childhood. But for her too my caress became a revelation - it turned out to feel much nicer when somebody else touches you. So that was how, frozen tight upright against each other, looking each other into the eyes, working our fingers in frenzy, we had our first sexual experiment that would open the way to the world of rapture for us.

A lot of things happened later, including orgasm that came to me first and then to Kat'ka. What would I call first time cheating? Maybe it was when I met a guy, who I wanted to try sex with, and did it? I was kind of cheating on Kt'ka then. But after that guy, there have been many others, and now there is a young man in my life, who I want not just to have sex with, but to be together forever. So I cheated on my first man, right? Is that important? I do not think so. What is important is that now I am with somebody I want to be with.

Nina T.   view profile 

I invited all my friends and acquaintances to my birthday party. There were a bit too many people, but it was a lot of fun. Mother was at the dacha with my brother, and step-father was supposed to come home very late, he worked a night shift. We live in a house, so there were no problems with music being too loud or neighbors.

The party was a success. I was in a great mood, Martini assisted in that. After everybody was gone, I sat on the windowsill, finishing off a bottle of Martini with a straw.
Step father was back. When he saw me he said: 'Do you think you are a grownup now? Can at least you kiss, being of age?!' I said I could, and even showed him how experienced I was. He was surprised, swore at me, said I was drunk and could not control myself. I pointed at the bulge at his pants and said that it was him who could not control himself.
My dear daddy became mad at me, and probably wanted to give me some good spanking, but it turned out that he fucked me right there on the kitchen table. That was cool! Although my coccyx hurt for a long time after.

I like to turn men on when they 'do not want it' (or do not expect it). My step father tried to avoid me after that happened, but I made sure he did not succeed much in it. He wanted me and the fact that he tried to hide it turned me on. I attacked him everywhere I could.
I liked feeling my power over him, how he moaned, and coiled when I sucked his cock, I liked feeling an animal in me, when he turned me around with my back to him, not able to hold on any longer and fucked me anywhere he wanted.
I did not feel ashamed or embarrassed at all. I do not know why. I do not feel any now. The pleasure that my power over him gave me, must have been too strong.

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)...

Svetlana Kh.   view profile 

Loosing virginity and first time cheating... Thinking of answers to these questions makes me smile... : )
It happened in my first year at the University, after the first term. Everybody left hostel for vacation, I had to stay to re-take an exam. The hostel was empty, just a few people left in.

We were getting ready for an exam with two guys from the parallel class - they had a similar problem. We had been studying already for a week together, spent a lot of the time together and became good friends - we even used to go to the canteen together. And when we finally passed the exam - decided to have a party to celebrate the event, just the three of us...
There was a lot of vodka, my Martini finished way too soon, and I had to switch over to the stronger stuff... To cut the long story short, the conversation slid towards sexual topics, the guys started boasting who had experienced what in his life... I laughed at them, said it was all child's stuff and bullshit, while I had done such things...
And started telling them about my summer vacations. They shut up and were all ears with their eyes wide open, looking at each other from time to time. I saw my stories were really turning them on and was deliberately trying to add new details to get at them even better. Then they started asking questions themselves, inquiring for details... Word after word...

All three of us were awfully aroused, but nobody was brave enough to speak up what everybody was thinking of... Then one of them sad he felt sorry that there had been nothing like that in his childhood. He would not mind playing those games at all. Then the other one suggested: 'Well, should we try now?'
It was said as a kind of a joke, not seriously, but at the same time the massage to me was clear - they meant, talk was cheap, but could I really do that I was telling them about? I, in my turn, kept inciting them saying that I was not sure if they were not weak creatures themselves: 'Sure you won't go back on your words if I did do something?'
So, with those mutual instigation and after a next shot of vodka I started undressing to the music... Then I took one of them by the hand, lead him to the middle of the room and started dancing with him, taking off his sweater, shirt, unzipping his pants... Left him to take off what remained of his clothes while I dragged out his friend... Soon the three of us were dancing a slow dance - naked... I was caught between them, and they took turns trading places, so I felt each of them in front of me first, then behind me...
.

I was overwhelmed with such languor and bliss that could not hold back any longer. I did not want it to stay just a sexual game, I made up my mind to became a woman that day! While dancing I touched and caressed each one a bit, and chose the one whose penis looked prettier and felt better. I started pushing him towards the bed and even pushed too hard one time, so that he fell. I climbed on top of him and started caressing his penis. I behaved like a boss with them that day and they just obeyed without demur!
The other one understood it was not his day, so he set back at the table and proceeded with vodka, looking at us. My first one was lying on his back with his hands behind the back of his head, and I, having caressed myself with his cock a little, grabbed it firmly and inserted inside me. Deflowered myself!
I did not feel no pain - must be a result of the alcohol drunk and the general intoxicating state of that night. The sensation itself was quite pleasant, although most of all I was enjoying the feeling of my complete power over those guy - I was doing what I wanted to them! When my first came, I got off him and saw blood. I did not want to confess that I had been a virgin after all the stories I told, so I apologized and explained that probably my periods have started unexpectedly.

I did not think that the other one would feel like continuing, but he came up to me from behind, took my breasts in both hands and pressed his cock against my back tightly. I felt his desire and did not mind. I raised myself to tiptoes with my butt rubbing upwards against his cock - he just turned into a beast. He bent me forward so hard, I even hit my face against the table and entered me from behind. Thus, I became unfaithful to my first man already in 5 minutes after his penis left my vagina! : - )))
The sensation was different with him. The sex was so rough, it even scared me - I did not expect it at all. When he was through with me, the first one got up again, but after seeing that my bleeding became stronger, he decided not to. I had already have enough. The next morning, with a terrible hangover, I felt really embarrassed. But the guys came to see me as if nothing had happened and brought me some beer. We have never talked about having another threesome after that, but we remained really good friends and still are.

Svetlana Kh.   view profile 

I have experienced my first orgasm under similar circumstances as well... I was going to marry one guy at that time, but met a mature family couple in a restaurant where we were celebrating my girlfriend's birthday. The man was around 45, a woman 36 - 38.

They seemed a very interesting company to me, we exchanged phone numbers, and I came to visit them once. The atmosphere of their home struck me as what I would call sensuous or erotic if you like. Cannot explain... Obviously, there were no porn photos on the walls, just as I said - atmosphere... The color of the wall paper, decoration of the place, some fine statuettes around the place, the smell... For some reason all that tuned me in to the 'erotic wave'.
Slow and interesting conversation accompanied by a glass of liqueur, their genuine interest in me... The conversation slowly turned (or was it skillfully directed?) towards erotic things...
To cut a long story short, in about an hour I was already boasting about my rich experience as usual... and felt that talking alone would not do here... but that did not scare me a bit... It was a thrill of balancing on the edge, and heating up the situation by talking risque. They were happy indeed to develop the situation further and soon we got down to business...
Those two turned out to be skillful lovers, especially the woman. But the man was really sophisticated too. I had never felt anything like this before! They both concentrated their efforts on me, to bring me to ecstasy. I did not try to do anything myself, I just relaxed completely, luxuriating in nirvana, allowed them to take me where only they knew the way to...

There must have been at least an hour of various foreplay and caresses, and then we merged into a live triangle - the woman was caressing me with her mouth, I was giving a blowjob to the man, he was licking the woman... The triangle pulsated, quiver, the rhythm of one participant was picked up by another, and further, going around in waves...
When the woman started to moan loudly, her excitement passed over to me and I started moaning out loud too... I felt something was about to happen to me... something scary... if that was the word to be used, because at the same time I did not want it to stop, neither I was able to. The man was the first one to give up, I felt his penis pulsating as a hot jet shot in my mouth, the woman began to briskly pluck at my clit at the same time... and I just came down into an abyss...
I am not sure what effect this episode is going to have on my sexuality (it happened not long ago). But I am afraid it will. I have not given up thoughts of marriage completely, but sex with one man only for the rest of my life does seem insipid to me - do not feel like signing up to it at all.
I have not met my new friends either since - need some time to think it all over and let it settle down. So, I do not really know which way to go now...

Karina D.   view profile 

I have always considered myself an interesting and sexy girl. Never felt any shortage in admirers, and have always turned on easily myself, when I saw somebody taking interest in me. I think I became ripe for love and sex very early.
The only thing that clouded my life when it got to the intimate side of it was a peculiarity of my body. I always become very wet when I get sexually excited. I literary squirt.

Of course everyday pads take care of it normally. But when you are with a guy alone and have to undress... Those moments were always embarrassing for me, although sex has always been one of the most desirable pleasures of my live since I discovered if for myself.
There is nothing to hide, I have always loved having sex with men, and I know they go crazy about me. If it has not been for that little peculiarity I would have been the happiest person on earth. But those inhibitions poisoned my life.
In the most 'interesting' situations instead of relaxing and giving way to emotions I had only one worry - how to contrive and wipe myself down there with something. Either with a towel or (if not available) with an edge of a bed sheet, or something. A thought 'What does he think of me now?' nagged me. I thought men would feel kind of disgusted if they had seen it.

It did not get any better when I began living with a guy. I had to be more open with him obviously, but the fact that he had to see it, only made me develop new inhibitions...
Being very sexual and active in bed, I could not overcome that threshold separating pleasure from orgasm I long strived for, I knew it was very near... I knew I had to get rid of those inhibitions, but did not know how.
I tried to talk to him about it carefully, but was not satisfied with his answers. He just did not care: 'So what... that is nothing... What nonsense...' I thought he was saying that not offend me, but in reality he is not very happy with a girl like me. As a result I became unhappy with our relationships in general.

We entertain guests pretty often at home. His buddies and my girlfriend. Often they come when he is not around, and I am home alone (I am between jobs now). So, lately one of his friends took to visiting when us when I was home alone. His goals were very obvious to me from the very beginning.
Honestly speaking I liked his attention. I am a hot girl, he was pushing and horny too... so pretty soon I was allowing him something... But only to a certain point. Below my waist there was a forbidden zone, no matter how hard he tried, besides, my inhibitions guarded me well too.

I was very much excited with our sexual games, that started with heart-to-heart talk and ended up with me half naked with my nipples smothered with kisses, gasping for breath with passion on the verge of orgasm and with his convulsing and throwing out semen cock squeezed in my hand. But that was it, nothing more...
But one day my new friend came as I just got out of the shower with nothing but a robe on my naked body. He must have got very excited by the fact, so he jumped at me without further ado.
He attacked me so passionately, that no matter how I defended myself, soon I was stark naked, pressing my legs tight desperately, so that all my crazy passion and excitement juices that gathered there would not squirt out like a little stream...
But the desire got me weaker and weaker with every minute. So no matter how hard I resisted, he dipped his hand where he wanted to dip it so badly, and having done so, withdrew it straight away soaking wet, looking perplexed...

And... I will never forget the moment... Taking his hand to his face, he slowly and with great pleasure ran it from his forehead to his chin, over his cheeks, his nose, his lips... His face became wet and in his eyes I could see genuine admiration!... Besides he made such a sincere and lustful sound, like 'Aaah' or 'Uuuh' that I ... believed. : - ))
So that gesture and the sound he made all my years-long inhibitions disappear! Suddenly I realized that there was a man who was not disgusted by it, but who really, genuinely enjoyed it.

Maybe there is no need to describe what happened next. : - ))) It defeats any description anyway... I will be short and rough: I fucked him like a shameless and most lascivious slut, and the whole block of flats must be enjoying the sounds of my yells... But I was enjoying it more. : - )). I let go for all my previous life...
What else can I say? That is the way it is now. Although I hoped that I would be able to experience orgasm with my official boyfriend as well. Nothing like that. I still feel myself fully liberated only with HIM...

Julia K.   view profile 

I have my extreme story to tell too. It happened last summer at my friend's dacha. I used to spend weekends there. I had my own keys, because often I came there on Fridays, while Larisa was not able to come earlier than Saturday. So one Friday I arrived at about 2 in the afternoon.

That Friday was my day off, because the night before I had a remarkable date with my new lover (the one I am with now) and I found a decent excuse to get a day off from work. I felt just great, I was still under the spell of everything that happened that night. I took a love story with me and went to the woods to sunbathe.
I had my favorite clearing, went there often, not really worried about anything. Actually I enjoy little 'extreme', and possible would not be scared if somebody saw me there. Never happened before, unfortunately. : -))
That day I was very relaxed, lay on my belly and indulged in erotic fantasies, pondering on what happened the night before and heating myself up with the love story. I felt like... something...: - ))
That was why when I heard rustling sound in the bushes, I was not at all scared, but even unhooked my bra on the back and pretended to be fully absorbed with my book. The rustle and sounds of steps continued for long time. I even though that I must have been done all preparations for a stray dog.
Then I saw a figure at the edge of the opening. That was quite an admirer - the neighbors' boy with a basket of mushrooms in his hand! I was disappointed at first, then... I had a crazy idea...: - ) Think of me what you want, they do call me a stinker, by the way... But it seemed very funny to me to tease and embarrass him...
I raised my head from the book, said hi to him and admired his basketful of mushrooms. Asked him to come closer and show me the mushrooms. When he came closer I rose myself a bit. My breasts, exactly as I planned it, slipped out of the cups of my bra.
The boy was dumfounded. I set up, took his basket and, as if the situation was perfectly normal, started looking through his mushrooms, asking stupid questions about what kind they were, where he found them and so on. He answered in a trembling voice, unable to take his eyes off my breasts. When I decided he had enough, I gave him his basket back and suggested he lay down by my side to sunbathe. He shook his head desperately, grabbed his basket and ran back to the woods.
I found the episode very funny and arousing a bit. I continued listening to the sounds and heard the rustle of dry tree branches pretty soon. The boy would not go away! Then I lay on my back, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep allowing him the chance to fully enjoy the sight. : - ). And in about 15 minutes I dosed for real.
I was awaken by the touch. Somebody was touching my thigh cautiously. Having opened my eyes a tiny bit, I saw the boy already by my side. Standing on his knees he was trying to undo the sting on the side of my panties! He was terribly scared. It was enough for me to take a deep breath, he would flee headlong to the bushes on his toes, trying to make no noise, and would come back after seeing me lying still for a while.

He did not even realize the fact that he was breathing so heavily, that his breath would have awaken even the Sleeping Beauty : ) Having finished with one string he moved over to another side and began working on the other. His eyes were absolutely mad.
This started to turn me on a bit, I was curious how far he would go eventually. Having done with the string on the other side, he was undecided for a few minutes, not knowing what to do next. I decided to help and moved as if in my sleep. While he was running back and forth as usual, my legs obviously parted and became half bent in the knees.: - )
Making certain I was still asleep, he moved closer again and settled down on his knees between my legs. Fighting the tremor in his fingers he would reach out his hand towards my panties, then withdraw it in fear. At last, having made up his mind, with both hands he lifted the triangle of fabric on top with both hands, took it off and put to the ground, revealing my 'treasure'. : - )
The sight must be a really strong one for him, because for several minutes there were no signs of life on his side, he was froze, clutching at something at the bottom of his belly. : - ))
I thought that would be the end of it, but... Suddenly, he became busy, and with a single movement pulled down his track-pants with his trunks. Now it was my turn to try desperately to see something interesting with my half closed eyes. : - ))
But he gave me no chance to. Doing his very best not to touch me, not to wake me up, he arched over me in an intricate position, balancing on his knees and his left arm, while he clumsily used his right arm to find the right spot for his 'little friend'! When he finally managed, he moved it forward all the way as far as it would go, and froze goggling with his mouth half open, not knowing what to do next.
Here I 'moved in my sleep' once again, swaying a bit, sliding on him back and forth. He 'got the hang of it', repeated it timidly and in a few seconds already he was making careful, but confident enough, frictions. Although in a few more seconds it was all over. Hot little spring of his semen hit inside me and spurted uninterruptedly for probably about half a minute. I could not possible imagine boys got so much sperm inside them. I though, at first, he peed himself with delight :-)
By the way, he was in no hurry to get out me, hovering over me in his crooked position - it was obvious that the little fellow wanted continuation.

But I decided enough was enough. After all there could be other people nearby in the forest, and I did not find the idea of being caught in such a position and in such a company particularly exciting. So I pretended I woke up, started mumbling something getting back to my senses. God, you should have seen how he ran, pulling up his pants as he fled! The vision of his blinking bare ass still makes me laugh. : - ).
After laughing for a while I started to dress myself. I felt just great. At the edge of the opening I found his basket with mushrooms. Took it with me and fried them that night. I put the trophy basket outside the wicket (it was gone that very night).
When the boy saw me after that he would blush, or turn white and try to get by me unnoticed. I can understand that, he 'took advantage' of me after all! That was something to be punished for! : - ) And when I saw him (what a stinker!) I would frown studiedly, as if trying to remember where and under what circumstances I could have seen him? : - )
Would be interesting to see him this summer... He will grow in a year... For some reason this episode often comes to my mind. : - ) Think I will have to take good care of his sexual education this summer, so that he does not have to abuse decent women in the woods any more. : - )