Margarita F.   view profile 

One often hears about malicious stepfathers abusing their helpless stepdaughters. All those stories sound pretty similar to each other, as if carbon copies, seems the journalists invent them themselves to teach the public some morals. I want to tell about my experience. I had sexual relationships with my stepfather, but the kind that did me nothing but good, I think.

I do not remember my father, do not think I ever saw him. That bothered me a lot as a kid, because other children had fathers or ?uncles?. I worried because I thought us, me and mother, being somewhat defective. So, when ?our? man finally appeared in the house, I was happy.

Andrei (I just called him by name) was a nice guy, I liked him a lot, he accepted me as his own, loved mother and me equally - I saw it. The three of us where together all the time, at weekends we walked in the park, went to the movies. I accepted him as ?my man? pretty soon.
The only thing that cast a shadow over my joy was that at night, when I was sent to bed, a special ?night? life began in the house, and there was no place in it for me. We lived in a single room flat actually, and pretty often, not having enough time to fall asleep, I witnessed rather frank intimate scenes with mother?s and Andrei?s participation. I cannot say that I was shocked by them, on the contrary, I found them beautiful and exciting. For example when my mother straddled him, and with bated breath I watched the rhythmic movements of her beautiful body, he thrown back head with flowing hair?

I felt sort of offended by the blatant injustice. At daytime we all were equal, and that Man belonged equally to each of us. But at night I was left aside and he belonged to mother only! I decided to claim my rights.
Often Andrei stayed in late in the morning, having some rest after the night shift, while mother left for work. Having picked one of those days I settled in the bed with him, began pulling at him. When he woke up, I took off my panties, amounted him and began imitating the movements I saw my mother doing.

He slept naked, so it turned out to be almost for real! But he did not want to play that game with me and pushed me aside. I felt like crying, but got back on top of him. When he pushed me off him again, I burst into tears. He looked at me perplexed, when I started shouting out my claims, crying.
I must give him credit, he understood and his face softened. I understood he was thinking the situation over, looking for a way out. And he found it! First he told me that from now on the two of us were going to have our secret too, nobody should know about, even mother. That thing alone almost reconciled me with reality already. :) Then he explained me everything about sex and childbirth in detail. Not just told me, but showed everything on himself and me.

Laura Z.   view profile 

There was a time in my life when I began to feel the gap separating me from my older sister. The gap had an incarnation of big boys that spoke in low voices in her room. I wanted to share their company too. Sister did not mind at first. I noticed that she behaved differently when the guys were around. She laughed loudly, pulled at the guys jokingly. I understood of course which one of them she liked best.

Lenochka was in love with Sergey.
I could not help noticing how he covered sister?s hand with his. I saw their fingers engaged in some sort of quiet exciting wrestling. Seemed like sister wanted to take her hand away, but persistent Sergey?s fingers came on top of hers nevertheless. I also saw Sergey hugging Lenka, she tried to free herself, laughing, but not really trying. I knew how hard she could push when she did not like something! That was something different. Something excitingly sweet.
I was upset. I was hoping, my sister?s boyfriend will be very special, like a superhero, but Sergey turned out to be a pretty ordinary guy.
Soon they began to send me away from sister?s room. Unobtrusively at first. Surprisingly, Lena began to take initiative.
- Go check mail.
Being a good girl I went and check mail, wondering why they would need mail at six in the evening. Sister would put a paper aside without having looked at it. What was the point of my going?
- Go find the cat and bring it in.
I would go, find and bring just to get a new errand. There was one and only point in it: ?get lost?.
That I could not do. They wanted me out. I was bothering them. My sister, who was everything to me was alienating from me. I complained to mother, that she did not play with me. Her response was like a bolt from the blue. She said:
- Do not bother them. She is grown up. Play with girls your age.
That happened in the early autumn. Sister was at her last school year already. Almost all summer Sergey came to see her almost everyday. At night they walked for a long time. I did not hear her coming home.
One day she said that she was going to have a party the next day. ?Pity, parents do not take you with them? ? she added. We stayed at home with sister waiting for the guests ? her classmates.
Seven people came ? four guys and three girls, so with my Lena there were eight.
I was hoping there would be happy to see me. If fact they did pay a lot of attention to me at first. They put food and wine on the table and the party began. Then sister disconcerted me with a simple and cruel phrase:
- Get some to eat and go to bed.
To bed? Now, when it is so interesting here? I nearly cried.
What could I do? So, I ate with them and went to my room.
Sister pushed me at the back considerately.
No point resisting.

Lisa B.   view profile 

Parents made me attend calisthenics classes at school. the classes were after school, and after the class a bunch of guys I knew from our block would meet me in the yard. They knew where I were and for some reason they like asking me provocative questions.

This is what was of the most interest to them. Like what we wore at the classes (we wore one-piece swimsuits). Whether we wore panties underneath the swimsuits. If the girls undressed completely when we changed. Who the coach was ? a man or a woman (if a man, then if he got to see us naked).
I found lying to them very exciting and arousing, so that I knew they got aroused too. Assuming a na?ve look and pretending to be an idiot, I would tell them something that made them breathe heavily and cough nervously.
Yes, I would tell them, we wear nothing under swimsuits. Sure we walk around naked when we change. Of course our coach is a man. But we are not embarrassed at all because he is very good and kind to us. Like the other day, when I forgot my swimsuit at home, so had to exercise naked, the couch saw me obviously ? no big deal (told them what exercises I did exactly).

Actually, I would continue, I am too lazy to change clothes. When the class is over, I just take swimsuit off and throw it into the bag, not putting my panties on. So, now I am not wearing any ? would I ?confess? modestly and look down in a shy manner.
The guys were short of breath. I saw how anxious they were to check and see if that was true. They would have given a lot for a chance to raise my skirt. But there were plenty of people around and my mother on the balcony (not having a clue what kind of conversation her daughter was engaged in). They could not do anything ? just clench their teeth.
And watching their reaction I was getting horny and wet myself. So they met me everyday for, probably, a month (if they were not around, I stayed in the yard a bit longer deliberately). For a month we tortured each other.
Finally one of them, the bravest, caught up with me at the entrance way and, and despite my struggling, lifted my skirt. He saw panties where they were supposed to be and? must have understood everything. After that they never bothered me. Must have been offended for my making fools of them for so long?

Natasha G.   view profile 

First sexual experience I had on our dacha in summer. I got exposed to so many different things at once that it was driving me crazy. First, I was reading Stefan Zweig novels and that got me very excited sexually. Next thing, my friend?s mother was planning to go the nearby town to visit a church there, and when she learned that I was not baptized, she suggested me coming along with herself and her daughter to get baptized.

That was pretty scary in itself, I had seen church only in the movies before, and also Marina said that when you are baptized, you have to undress completely in front of the priest. Marinka?s mother added fuel to the fire by saying the father is young and attractive ? ?nothing to be afraid of!?.
All daytime, during noon heat, I spent most of the time indoors upstairs, it a real ?sweet languor?, I would undress in front of the big mirror, examine myself, touch my breasts, turn around, open the cheeks of my butt, put a chair in front of the mirror, sit on it, spread my legs wide and touch my pussy.
It was a sort of a quiet hysteria ? I even had to suppress my screech at times ? even my throat hurt. I would bandage my chest with elastic bandage ? above and under my breasts. The bandage made my breasts bigger, my nipples swelled, became red and stuck out like those of a grown up woman.
I touched my nipples imagining how I would undress in church and the priest would see me naked. Then I imagined myself a peasant serf ? as if they made me undress in public, and allowed others ? men and women to touch me everywhere, than flogged me.

I felt strongest tension at the lower belly, similar to the urge to pee, I would put a hand on my pussy, press my legs together tightly and fall on the bed, moaning with pleasure.
I did not go to the church, obviously. I began reading different books and my sexual madness was gone. But those fantasies sure had an effect on my present fantasies. It thrills me to imagine being made to undress in front of somebody, as if I am in somebody?s power completely (although I am not a masochist).
I would like being watched or spied upon, also I would like to spy on somebody else as well.

Nina G.   view profile 

I was given a computer for birthday and I found a distraction in the Internet. I spend lots of time chatting, installed ICQ and Odigo. In the Internet I am totally different from what I am in life. Not seeing the other party I can flirt again, make jokes about sex, start relationships with men. I know that I will never meet them face to face, so I can do whatever I want.

In one of those love chats the following story happened. There came up a guy and began telling everybody that he was fucking a girl at that very time. He described the process in the slightest detail: there he sits naked in the armchair, his girlfriend comes up, takes his cock in mouth and began sucking it, then she pulls back the foreskin of his cock, holds it tight in her hand and sits down on it, and so on. And he was typing on his keyboard at the time.
I do not know why, but I felt sexually aroused for the first time then. And aroused big time, it became hard to sit in the chair. I felt I was living through that scene together with him, and everything was supposedly going on right there and then, They finished sex and the guy left the chat. I could not help sending him a private message. About nothing really, just asked him to watch his language (he used bad language when he was describing what he was doing). The guy replied, apologized, said he got carried away fucking and did not control himself.
Word after another, we talked a bit, then he knocked at my ICQ. We talked of sex, and he suggested we do it virtually. I confessed that I did not know about sex much and had no idea how to do it virtually. He offered to teach me a thing or two.

I agreed, I was getting hornier. It was the middle of the night; I locked the door to my room (so that parents could not get in, I live with parents), he asked me to take my clothes off, what I did. Then he began to teach me how to masturbate ? what to spread, where to put my finger, how to move it. I began doing what he was telling me to and felt my excitement turning into pleasure. Then the style of his massages changed. I asked what happened, he said it was his girlfriend giving me advice now, the one he just had sex with. That aroused me even more. I did not reach orgasm that night, but I enjoyed my new condition of being sexually aroused a lot.
I began dating that couple via ICQ and we always had virtual sex. What especially turns me on was when they begin fucking in my presence. Seems they need company too to enjoy it better. I have orgasms often and not from masturbation alone. Lena (the girl) advised me on the things I could use for a dildo.
Many times we talked about meeting in real life and having a threesome. But we live in different cities. Maybe someday. In any case, that cured my fear and aversion at a mere thought of sex.

Elia A.   view profile 

The first erotic situation I can recall happened long time ago.
My sister must have been at her last school year then, and she had a boyfriend. I did not quite understand the essence of those relationships then.

They were believed to do home task, or get ready for exams together. My mother must have been apprehensive about their activities developing into something different (and she was damn right, I must say straight ahead). That was why when the guy came, she would send me to play in sister?s room, so that they ?study? ?under my care? :)
But sister was even cleverer than that and always had some sort of ?snickers? for me in store. The bribe was given to me on the occasions they got ?tired studying? and set down to have some ?rest?. I was sent to listen to the steps in the corridor, to watch and make sure nobody disturbed them. The guy would sit on the sofa and sister would put her head on his lap in strange position ? her face down. They ?rested? like this for about 15-20 minutes with my sister?s head moving rhythmically and the guy twitching and breathing nosily. While I stood on guard, guarding their peace.

Listening to the steps in the corridor, I would cast an occasional glance at them. And once, as they were settling down, I noticed a strange object, which sister was trying to hide from me clumsily. Immediately, she got me curious. I rushed to them and meticulously insisted they show me what they were doing. (How come they were hiding things from me!). sister was hesitant, the guy neighed bluntly.
Realizing that I could not be gotten rid off, sister finally came up with an explanation: ?We are making a little elephant?. That was a bad idea ? naturally that got me even more interested (imagine a little elephant!). After 20 minutes of my whining ? ?show me the little elephant? ? they gave up. I was told to stand by the door, sister brought up her boyfriend closer to me and pulled ?the trunk? out of his pants. Then she kneeled in front of him and took the tip of it with her lips. Soon I saw the ?trunk? grew in size.
Sister tore herself away from what she was doing and asked: ?So, are you happy now?? I nodded confused. I was not really impressed by the trick. Funny, for a long time I was confident that sister blew that thing up, just like a balloon. And compared to a real balloon, the result was wretched. They moved over to the sofa and went on with their business. I did not bother them since. The occupation seemed pretty weird to me, especially the secrecy surrounding it, but if people liked it? and, moreover, if they were willing to give a chocolate? let them be? After that they stopped hiding from me and did their ?little elephant? every time they met.

Lidia A.   view profile 

I did not have a boyfriend until I was last years at school. I felt bad about it ? everyone of my friends had, they dated, boasted about it, but I had not? I was the most inconspicuous girl in the class, not very noticeable at all. I never considered myself really pretty, you know.

So it was on the 8th of March holiday. He called me on the phone. His name was Dima. We studied at the same school, only he was a year behind me. We had met, and it happened so that we began sort of dating. I dragged him into the entrance of my block of flats once, and that was where my first kiss happened. We had dated for almost a year, then we parted, but half a year later he began seeking my attention again. That was when our romance started.
Once I invited him to my place and it began there. At first he was shy, but I dragged him onto the bed myself. He began stroking me, unbuttoned my blouse slowly and took it off (I was wearing no bra). I was embarrassed when I saw him staring at my breasts, I felt like covering myself, besides I began to feel sexually aroused.

He looked me in the eyes and took my breast in his hand carefully. I shuddered. Then he squeezed it, but not too tight, just slightly, and I felt so horny, that I felt an urge to jump at him. He began kissing my neck, breasts, belly and began to move lower. I was scared and told him to stop. He did.
After I calmed down a little bit I began kissing him myself. I felt him aroused more and more as I was kissing him. I liked that. Wild ideas came up in my head and I did not notice myself how my hand appeared inside his pants. He did not mind and I squeezed Vasia (that was what we called his cock). He gasped and exhaled loudly. I suggested we try it with pants and underwear off. He agreed, I was very much excited and nervous and began to feel aroused sexually again.
I was embarrassed, but my lower belly was all burning and my hand was shaking. With my eyes closed, I felt his cock and took it in my hand, had a good grip of it and squeezed. Dima moaned very loudly and closed his eyes, I was afraid I hurt him. But it was the other way around! I squeezed again. He moaned again. The harder I squeezed, the louder he moaned. I felt enormous desire myself and was very aroused.

Paula F.   view profile 

The first really sexual sensation I can recall, I experienced at my high school years. On my way to school and back I had to pass by a small city pond. On my way back I would quite often stay by the water ? to feed the ducks, to watch men fishing or just to sit in the sun on the bench after classes.

Also, that pond was interesting, because quite often local painters gathered there, painting landscapes. If they did not mind, I watched them working. Once I came up to one of those artists and saw an unusual painting. He was not just painting the pond from life. On his painting there was a rather gloomy but very beautiful forest landscape with tall spruces and he sort of ?drew in? the little pond into his picture. It was a remarkably romantic painting.
I complimented his work and he allowed me to stay by and watch. The artist turned out to be a good-natured guy and from time to time he would even exchange friendly but a little ironic remarks with me, although he was very much absorbed in his work. Having finished with the landscape he cast a bantering glance at me and began to draw a human figure.
In a few minutes I blushed, because it took shape of a naked woman. There was something indecent in the fact that a man was drawing a naked woman right before my eyes, but? I could not take my eyes off the picture, it was so beautiful. The bather on the picture was stark naked, but there was not a shade of shyness or embarrassment in her. She was not hiding a single detail of her beautiful body, on the contrary, she looked as if exhibiting herself for everyone to see.

For me, who had been brought up in a very strict way, not to be ashamed of own nudity was something unthinkable of, I had always thought with awe of someone possibly seeing me naked. But in that woman there was some sort of inner strength and confidence that I doubted my fears for the first time and even? imagined myself in her place.
That thought of myself standing alone, naked, in a dense forest on the lake shore and boldly showing off my nudity made me feel hot and cold. The artist went on talking to me in a matter of fact way. And I was already hardly capable of answering him at that point ? I was afraid that I could loose my trembling voice any minute.
He probably understood what was going on with me and had his fun quietly. He started casting his attentive and sly glances at me more often. Having finished with the first figure he proceeded with the second one. It was a young girl. She was naked too, only, unlike the first bather, she was apparently shy of her nudity. She was not covering her young breasts, nor her pubis covered with scarce hair, but it seemed that if a tree branch had crackled in the forest, she would cover herself immediately, flee and hide. I felt something very familiar in that figure?

Denisa C.   view profile 

I can tell you of what once happened to me in school long time ago, but I still have the picture before my eyes as if it happened yesterday.
We had a geography teacher, nicknamed Magma. She was known to keep the worst school hooligans under her thumb. Everyone looked a perfect student at her classes. We all knew her subject pretty well, I must give her credit for that. No one ever saw Magma smiling or in good mood. An iron lady she was. She was about 40, sturdy built with huge knockers and a formidable rear end. Moved like a cruiser.

Once I had to stay after classes a little longer, and stopped for a pee on my way back. I must explain here that there were two separate doors to boys? and girls? toilets, and the third closet door between them, where the charwoman kept her inventory.
So on my way out of the girls? room, I heard heavy steps in the corridor, whish without doubt belonged to Magma. I do not know why, but I jumped back into the rest room without thinking, only it appeared to be not a toilet, but the charwoman?s closet, I confused the two doors. The steps became closer and I decided to stay there in the dark and wait, afraid to breathe loudly. I have never had any fear of the dark, but, trying to find my bearings in the dark room, I saw a beam of light coming from a hole in the wall. I looked into it and saw girls? room. What perverts these boys are, I thought.
In a few seconds I saw Magma entering the room. I was kind of curious to see what she was about to do. Magma stopped by the window sill, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. For the first time I saw her calm and peaceful. In yet few more seconds I heard somebody else?s steps in the lobby. Magma smiled, she thought there was no one else in the school. Then the toilet door opened and our watchman, Vasily Petrovich walked in. He was not a very intelligent guy, but he was still in a good shape physically anyway. So, listen what happened next.

Ivetta S.   view profile 

For the first time I experienced something close to orgasm in a school toilet.
One evening I had to stay late at school and on my way back, in the corridor, I realized I needed to stop at the girls? room for a pee real bad, I could hardly bear it. The tension inside me grew and gave me some kind of a sexual excitement as usual. I needed a pee and I needed a sexual relieve. So I went into the rest room.

As if in no hurry I tidied up my hair, examined my makeup, fiddled the necklace on my neck. Only when I was not able to hold on any longer, I went into the closet, pulled my panties down and my skirt up. I was almost ready when a young couple, a boy and a girl, rushed into the room. They began kissing, filling each other, laughing loudly ? I could hear all very clear through my closet door. In a few seconds the laughter stopped, there was a moment?s silence, then I heard a sigh, then another one, then a soft moan.
I was about to explode, but I had to endure the urge to pee, because I was afraid to scare them off with the sound of me peeing. I felt dizzy, at the same time dying to see what was going on a meter away from me. I heard a sound of passionate kissing, feet shuffling on the floor.
The sound of unzipped fly made my nipples swell. I opened a cabin door slightly. There was a mirror right opposite me. I saw him leaning against the door, she was already on her knees, sucking his cock. I saw only her head and a part of his leg, but that was enough for me to become horny like hell. She took her time giving him head, and it was obvious that she enjoyed doing it. I let out a few drops of urine. I felt I would burst in a minute. I pressed my legs together tight and felt a little better. I heard the steps and rustle of clothes again. I opened the door a couple centimeters wider, trying to remain unnoticed. She was back to her feet, supporting herself with her hands against the wall, he was behind her, his cock entering her slowly. A cry, a long moan, and then the clapping of two bodies having sex. I could see only her spread hands against the wall and her ass, moving rhythmically. She had a beautiful ass, firm and tight.