Alena A.   view profile 

I cannot quite figure out the cheating thing. When Yura told everybody about me, guys immediately started paying attention to me. After his 'advertising' everyone dreamt of me giving him head. I never refused anyone! Seized and fell greedily upon it!

I tried everything I saw in the movies and more. They called me 'soska' (baby soother) in the neighborhood, I took no offence. On the contrary, I was proud of my status - guys would stand in line for me. I could pick anyone and order him about anyway I wanted - I am going with this one tonight, the other one has to earn my favor yet. Everything was forgiven to me, because everyone was crazy about me. For a long time I did not feel like having real (vaginal) sex at all.

When I went to work, I met a man much older than myself and married him. He was happy that I was a virgin, I did not tell him anything about my habits, I even made it so that he himself asked me for a blowjob. And in the meanwhile I never stopped seeing my old and new friends. Loss of virginity did not impress me much, I discover the joy of vaginal sex much later.

But I am a natural born cocksucker. That is my calling. I cannot and do not want to refuse anybody. I am crazy about it. I am familiar with practically all cocks at my work, and can even seclude myself from work with somebody right at the lunch break. Everyone knows about my weakness and laugh at me when in the middle of the working day I rush in from somewhere, grab a tooth brush, paste and run to the ladies room. Just cannot do without it, it is stronger than me.

My husband is the only one who does not know. I love him and never cheated on him and not going to (I mean vaginal sex). Never had it with anyone but my husband. So, I am not sure if what I do is cheating, but obviously, would not like my husband to ever learn about it.

Tanya I.   view profile 

I had my first boyfriend. He was 3 years older than me. I cannot say that I liked him a lot - he just happened to be my first boyfriend. Most likely I just felt proud because I was noticed at last. But he really wanted me badly, it seemed. After half a year of hugs and kisses he began insisting we got intimate.

I did not feel like loosing my virginity, I had a feeling that he was not the person who was meant to be my first. I felt that true love was still to come, and he... was sort of a temporary replacement, so let him be for a while... Although I did not really feel like leaving him either. Of course he suffered a lot. Kept telling me horror stories of the peculiarities of men physiology - that without a discharge he was very likely to become an impotent, that it hurt him so bad, that he even might develop a tumor very soon that will require surgery... The point being I was just obliged to 'give it to him'...
But I would not agree even to petting. I was afraid he would get too horny and out of control that I would not be able to cope with him (he was a pretty big guy). That non-compliance of mine got him swinging from anger to despair. Once he almost got to his knees begging: 'Just take your clothes off, let me at least (I quote) fucking jerk off at you!' We were sitting in a kitchenette of a single-room flat. I did not want to be alone with him and naked under no circumstances.
And here I noticed there was a latch on the door from the kitchen side. Almost whole of the door was made of glass. I pushed him out of the kitchen, latched the door from the inside, and felt at ease. He would not break the glass, would he? He was in the corridor, looking at me. Slowly I started stripping.
I came to enjoy the situation. It was safe and exciting. He had all his clothes on, but I saw his hand moving in his pocket. Teasing him I started assuming different positions as lascivious women I had seen in movies and magazines would.
I got excited myself. While doing one of those 'exercises' I stroked myself between the legs and felt the pleasure getting stronger. I had never masturbated before; just fantasizing was all I had done. I discovered how nice touching myself felt and continued caressing my vulva.
In the meanwhile he unzipped his jeans and was masturbating looking straight at me. When I saw the size of his cock I was happy I had not gone to bed with him. Although I found the sight of a guy masturbating extremely exciting. I came up very close to the glass and saw him come. White jets spurting on the glass almost as high as my breasts. I was happy for him, but mostly for myself.

I found a vent for my sexuality in an accepted and safe for me form! Since that day sex through the glass became my favorite pastime. I learned masturbation techniques pretty soon and was gratifying my boyfriend not with striptease alone, but also with such a spicy sight as well. We used to indulge in this pleasant pastime shamelessly sitting or standing right against each other. That suited me fine, but, apparently, not him. He did not have much of his physiologic arguments left, so he would just take it out on me, saying he was not a boy and we could not go on forever like this...
If he had been just a little bit more patient, he might got rewarded eventually. But it all happened different way... One of those days we settled down against each other as usual. I was sitting in the kitchen, he was standing in the corridor behind the glass door, just in front of me. At first I was just looking at him, getting turned on, then tucked my legs under me, and started caressing myself in a 'lotus position'. In a little while I closed my eyes with pleasure, drowning in a pleasant nirvana and forgot about time, my finger tracing out intricate patterns inside my vagina... At one moment I felt like boosting my emotion a bit, so I opened my eyes to look at him... But behind the glass I saw 4 or 5 guys' ugly mugs smirking nastily!!!
The shock was so strong I even was not able to scream. I seemed to have choked on my own breath. I could not believe my eyes, thought I was hallucinating. Only in a few seconds was I able to scream out loud at last, jumped off the chair and hid behind the wall. I must have set for two hours there sobbing. I heard him talking to me from behind the closed door, asking me to calm down and open up. I was shaking all over, squirmed, not able to straighten my back. Then I somehow gathered my clothes from the other side of the kitchen, having reached over for them with a mop, put them on, opened the door and ran away.
He caught me by the door, started explaining something... According to him, he was not to blame, he just forgot to lock the front door and his friends barged into without knocking. But I pushed him aside and left. I did not believe him. I did not hear no sound at all, that meant they got in very quietly, on their toes. That was not the way people would barge in.
They were standing quietly at the kitchen door and watched me. And where had he been all the time? There had been not a sound, not an exclamation. He lied to me. I think he had already made up his mind to leave me then. And just wanted to make the breaking up as humiliating for me as possible. And also show off in front of his friends - show them things a girl could do for him.

Tanya I.   view profile 

I could not look at guys of my age after what had happened. They all seemed to me a bunch of freaks, creeps and mongrels. Did not feel like talking to them at all. The jokes I had found funny before now all seemed wretched and flat, their conversations - dull, their physiognomies - loathsome. It became much easier and simpler for me to deal with mature men - calm, intelligent and wise. I could relax with older men and allow myself not to be constantly on guard for some kind of imbecilic joke, repulsive trick, or a freaky escapade.

Younger guys just made me feel uneasy and in jeopardy, while older men - safe and confident.
And first and best of all men that I knew was my father. Even in childhood I felt a certain sexual attraction to him at times (especially after that event in the city bath house). Honestly speaking I did not think that after that incident with boys I would be able to ever feel sexual desire. But time went by and the nature demanded its own...
I rarely went out at that time or and spend time with friends. Most of the time I spent at home getting ready for my college entrance exams. Father was very good in mathematics and helped me with my studies a lot. He worked from home as a free lance programmer for some bank. He was making a pretty decent living (at that time a good programmer, especially with own computer was paid very well), and were able to move to a new bigger apartment with all modern conveniences. Mother worked, so all day long we were alone - just me and my father.
That summer was an unusually hot one and I grew a habit of going to the shower all the time to refresh myself. I would get back to the desk then, father by my side, and we would look into the sums. Because of the hit I walked round the apartment in just my panties and a t-shirt. When father was sitting close, quite often the feeling of my own half-nudity got me excited.
One day, putting my underwear on after the shower I discovered, that I got only one pair of clean panties left, the oldest one, with a pretty sizable tear between legs. Having pulled them on, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair stuck out of that hole. A pretty indecent look I had. But suddenly that was what got me exited. Long suppressed memories and unexpected erotic thoughts started emerging in my mind. One of them was: 'What if I walk like that in front of my father?' If he had been watching me then, how would he react to it now? Well... I just cannot explain it...
Thoughts or no thoughts, but it really was not a deliberate calculation on my side. Apparently, suppressed sexuality started forcing its way out denying the logical taboos of common sense. Any person I felt trust to or who I could feel myself at ease with, could have become an object of the assault. The closes object that met the conditions just happened to be my father.
And I walked out of the bathroom... When I already walked across the room to the desk, I felt an upsurge of excitement, that grew with each step of mine (although nobody was watching me yet). Having sat, first thing I squinted my eyes downwards. Although my legs were pressed together tight, at the top of the triangle there still was a gap the size of a coin. I could not concentrate on any sums, I was waiting for one thing only: 'Now he will enter the room... What will happen then?'

Then he came by, moved his chair closer, took a sit by my side. In a trembling voice I started rendering the task. He was very close, I felt the warmth of his body, his smell. I was afraid of looking at him, but I was dying to find out what he was looking at.
I was trying to determine that with my lateral vision, but could not. I set awfully tense and all tuned to any possible sign that could prompt me on that. All of a sudden I felt the smell of his body became much stronger, and he moved nervously on his chair. I pulled my courage together and threw an instantaneous glance to the right, at him, he was looking!!! I was on the point of swooning... Ceased to perceive the reality at all.
Having noticed that, father suggested we had a break and had some dinner. His voice was not firm as he was saying that either. We went. On the way to the kitchen, at dinner and after I was not trying to conceal my tear anymore. A few times I caught him squinting his eyes at it. But he said nothing! It was practically impossible to study that day, could not hold anything in my head (I could actually, but those were different things).
The rest of the day and the next three days passed in a kind of strange ambiguous games. I did not change my panties and T-shirt. I loitered aimlessly about the flat, flashing my pussy in the tear of my panties, hanging around my father, trying to make sure he saw me, that I was standing or sitting the way that he saw. He did not say a word to me about it, did not suggest I got changed, even did not insist that I sat down to study, but most important - he did not turn away!
On the surface we both behaved like nothing special was happening. There was a kind of a unspoken agreement between us. Very usual everyday words were being said, usual everyday things done. We did not look each other in the eyes almost.
But I could stand up in front of him, put a foot on a chair, and he would stare straight at me, eyes screwed up. And we would discuss some extraneous issues, like a book I'd read long ago. After such a day I would fully exhaust myself masturbating at night. But that was not enough for me already. My body needed more.
Everything happened on day three. We were in the kitchen. Father smoked sitting on a chair. I had already shown myself to him that day, we were both aroused to the limit. Horny as I were, I went beyond my usual cheek and sat in his lap, my legs hanging on sides. Everything was open in front of him. His for the taking.

And he gave up. He held a cigarette in his left hand, his right hand reached out for me. First touch... It was like an electric shock to my body. Then the confident and fast movements of his fingers... Nobody had caressed me there before, but myself. The feeling was stronger and more acute that time.
I arched my back and clutched at his shoulders with my fingers, closed my eyes. The cigarette had long since been put off, his hands were softly sliding all over my body, caressing my breasts then coming down again... There was no embarrassment or shame whatsoever, just rapture and maddening desire. Then a sensual explosion tore by body into pieces - I experienced my first orgasm even before I became a woman. I was in no more than 5 minutes away from becoming a woman then. Strong hands lay down on my thighs and started pulling me closer and closer...
I did not see and cannot describe in detail how all that happened, I was hanging on his neck like a rag doll, not able to comprehend reality after the first orgasm I just experienced. All I remember is being lifted by my thighs and 'put on' on a rod. There was no pain, no bad feelings, everything happened with lightning speed. It could not possibly had happened any other way - I was so 'ready'. There were no strong sensations that first time either - for a little while I was just rocked slightly on that rod and that was it. Compared to the preceding orgasm, all that was nothing more than just some pale and dim recollections.
Everything came later... Although I am not going to tell what happened later. Even as much as I have already told will be perceived by many as a breach of commonly accepted moral norms. Is there anyone who scrupulously observed all common norms and regulations? Show me a person who has never crossed a road outside pedestrian crossing - let him point a finger at me. Let's just say I crossed the road where I was not supposed to, but there normally are no traffic cops in places like that...
I am not just sure, but absolutely positive that different forms of this sort of relationships are practiced in many families. Only the secrets are well kept. Truth never comes out, even if serious conflicts took place inside families. It is all a hush-hush matter. I have no doubts - you will hear other stories similar to mine for sure...

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.

Anya S.   view profile 

As I grew older my values changed too. Our family at last was given a municipal flat and I got a company of friends at last, local girls from the neighborhood. Summer, nothing to do... Naturally, at the age I was at, we talked of love and sex all the time. We discussed all possible topics, and often were saying weirdest things because of ignorance.

I always had a trump in any conversation - I had access to the most complete and accurate information. The source of it was my older brother. We became very close with him that year. He joined Moscow State University and was the pride of the family. Of course I respected him a lot too.
Having a brother like that was a good enough reason to boast about. Our relations had been level before, but now I did enjoy his company a lot - he was so 'cute'! And of course if we had a dispute between girls, I rushed to him for advice - his opinion was indisputable.
You might think it strange, but I was not afraid of asking him intimate questions. Probably because we grew up together, and I saw nothing in him that could embarrass me or made me uneasy. And I got the most exhaustive answers.
He must have enjoyed the feeling of superiority - so he provided most detailed, almost encyclopedic information. About penis and vagina. What sperm was. Why women had periods. What masturbation was (male masturbation, I mean). Who 'the faggots' were and how they did it... And so on.
To tell you the truth, those conversations did not excite me sexually (my real joy was in the bathroom). Most important was to be respected by the girls.

Natasha B.   view profile 

I do not have much to tell, but it was a kind of neat how I lost my virginity. We used to hang out together at school - three guys and three girls, and, well, were looking at each other.

There was a guy I liked. Not much, really, but girls always look at the guys next to them, thinking: would I go to bed with him? Not really wanting it, just generally speaking. So out of all our company, he was the one I would probably go to bed with.
Once we were at his place, parents were at the summer house. So we started playing forfeits. We agreed to take it easy, do not do no nasty stuff. I won and ordered him to show how he takes a shower. So he started showing pretending to rub his body with a wisp of bast. But was ashamed to show how he washed his intimate spots. I started teasing him, saying he must be a dirty fellow, since he was not washing his intimate places, must already have crabs in there, and jeering at him likewise.
He got angry, said we agreed to avoid humiliating stuff. But I just would not stop, went on mocking at him, and said if he could not show in a game how he did it that meant he just had no habit of doing it in real life. That was where he got mad and yelled that if so, he could go to the bathroom straight away and take a real show.
Everybody started laughing and cheering. So he went! But said, since I was the one who insisted, I had to go with him and watch. So I had to go, although I was not already enthusiastic about it at that stage. Everybody else wanted to go too, but he said it was my forfeit, and locked us in.
He was really pissed off so much he did not care. Paying no attention to me, he took off his clothes, got into the shower and turned the water on. He kept saying: 'You wanted it - now watch'. I watched and I liked it. Then I felt ashamed of making him do it, and started apologizing. Said, that was ok, enough, I was satisfied and I was sorry. Soon he calmed down, relaxed, smiled back to me and started talking to me peacefully. And then, joking, he said, that now I had to take a shower too, so that we were square.
Not that I wanted it, but now he started teasing me, saying he could do it, but I am just a chicken with a big mouth. So I took my clothes off and got into the shower too! And started washing myself. There was very little room there, so we kept pushing each other in the shower, our bodies touched and I started getting really exited.
Then we started playing games: when I needed a shampoo, he would not give it to me; I would reach out for it and had to press my body against his. He smacked my behind for trying to grab the shampoo while he was taking away my soap, pressing his body firmly against mine.
That really turned us on big time. I loved the game, we shouted at each other, as if arguing, but at the same time inventing new excuses to get hold of each other.
In about 30 minutes friends started knocking at the door, but we told them we were fine, and would not open And in about another 10 minutes we heard the entry door slammed, and understood they decided to be tactful and left us alone.

Natasha B.   view profile 

My first orgasm. In fact, about 80% of my friends when hearing the word 'orgasm' make big eyes and say something like: 'Well it takes a lot of efforts' or something like: 'You know, I just enjoy the caress and get real pleasure when the man comes'. I want everybody to know that a woman can reach orgasm and there is no need to play games and yell 'I am coming!' in bed when you do not really feel anything special.

I must tell you that I had my first orgasm only about half a year ago. Before, I had been living with a guy for two years. Sex with him lasted 15 minutes, no more, and was always in a missionary position.
I liked it when he fell on top of me with all his weight and started moving his cock inside me. The feeling was nice and cool, most of all I probably enjoyed the weight of his body on me, and that something was opening me up, entering me and moving inside. After 5 minutes of frictions my partner would come successfully and inquire: 'Have you come?' I would sincerely answer yes.
I was able to compare the sensations and finally realize that I had never had orgasm in 2 years of having sex with my ex, only with my new partner - the one we are in love with each other now. I would like to hope that we will stay together and have a long and happy life. I understood there were no 'one size fits all' advice.
Each woman should study her body - many can get only a clitoral orgasm, but with some (like myself) clitoris is not much of a deal, but I can experience incredibly strong vaginal orgasm.
What is it like? Each time it is different. The strongest one is when you hear that very BOOM-MMMMM in your head, that pours all over your body, and that 'boom' is usually preceded with 2-3 waves that sometimes slowly, sometimes faster come to your head from vagina. First time I had orgasm in that very missionary position. My Beloved Man did his best: movements of his cock inside me were fast and powerful, and that very warmth reached my head, and then there was BOOM (do not know if there is a proper scientific term for that 'boom'), do not know what to call it. But, I think many will understand me.
My face was all burning with spasmodic smile on it. I did not even realize what had happened. After we finished, my partner said to me: 'That was orgasm, Natashenka...' I stared at him as if confronted with a new phenomenon in my life. After that I had different orgasms, in different positions, with different intensity of the 'boom'.
One I will never forget: it happened on 14th of February. St. Valentine, having seen our love decided to grant us with that orgasm on his day. I had already had two orgasms, different in strength and decided to try a new position: when I am on top, but with my back to him, not facing him. I assumed that position to please him, since I had come twice that evening already.
Just started moving on top of him, but forward and back, not up and down, and doing that I felt with my each and every cell how his cock was rubbing against the walls of my vagina. After three minutes of that friction, orgasm started to rise from beneath throughout my whole body, and it was so-o-o-o strong, my arms started to fly around on their own!!! That was a staggering orgasm, it lasted for about 4 minutes, no more, but you cannot imagine how I felt! It was definitely like touching something divine!
My partner saw everything in my eyes, I could not say a word, the shock was so strong. This is incredible what a woman and a man can do in bed! I will never forget that day.
After that I was not able to reach an orgasm of that intensity, there have been others, less strong, but I understand that we have to continue working on it, loving each other more, so that God allows us to feel this more often. Think I should write a book someday on the nature of female orgasm. But in the meanwhile I would like to share some ideas:
1. To reach orgasm, you have to love your man very much, and wish to give yourself to him completely, without fearing of getting pregnant. If there is a slightest fear - you brain will be distracted by it.
2. You have to forget all your worries completely. If you think that somebody may enter the room, or of something else, those thoughts will block your brain.
3. I understand the importance of contraception, but there are safe days and pharmatex - I am positive that orgasm can be easier reached without a condom. But that depends. My man for example does

Carla R.   view profile 

My first sexual experience left a mixed feeling about it. It happened a few months ago. With a man who was much older than myself. He is 32 and married. I am not going to speak about how we first met and how our relationships got to the point of intimacy (all this does not pertain to the subject) ? just tell you about our first night together.

The idea of loosing my virginity had come to me long before, but the occasion just had not turned up (I did not have that special somebody, and I just thought it was time I?d put an end to my chastity). I had known the man and liked him for a long time (let?s call him R). Once he invited me out after my college classes. I accepted the invitation. After dinner we went to the river bank to have some fresh air. Already at the dinner he revealed certain signs of affection, and on the riverside, away from the people, on the beach?

So, we started kissing and caressing each other. When I felt things were getting too far, I confessed that I was a virgin and did not want it to happen like that ? in the car by the river. He got it right and took me to a good hotel, rent a room there, bought Champaign and chocolates. But we did not get as far as Champaign, he started undressing me and I undressing him.
I felt no shame at all, but was a little embarrassed to look at his naked body. Then we caressed each other like crazy for a while. For the first time in my life I felt myself a real woman. He was not able to enter me in his first attempt, because I was very tight down there. I had to help him with my hand, bringing in his penis inside myself. I won?t reveal no secret saying that it hurt, but it was well worth it. By the way, I was his first virgin. So, it was his debut too, and he was great.

The mixed feeling about it is that all my relatives and friends know R., and we are best of friends with his wife. If I do feel pricks of conscience, that is for this reason only. But, in fact, I am happy that my first man was such an experienced, classy, self confident person.

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?

Tanya S   view profile 

First real sex I had in Young Pioneer (scouts) camp. Again the original course was probably in the peer pressure. Besides, my being used to sexual games played its part.

By that age I was already a real past master of 'lower kiss' but 'the rule of the game' was such that it was not appropriate for a boy to suggest this kind of relationships to a girl (immature), and for a girl it was equally improper to accept this kind of proposal. Public opinion! It was ok to offer a girl 'to fall down' - but that would mean real sex. So we girls were facing a choice - to give up childish relationships and save their virginity 'for the husband', or cross the border and 'fall down' with somebody. As a result I did not have any partners left for a 'lower kiss', and it was itching like hell down there... I had to think of 'falling down', but it was a pretty serious deed with unpredictable consequences. Loosing virginity did not bother me much, but the unwanted pregnancy... Abortions among girls were not a rare thing in our village, and what I heard from other girls about it (some even flaunted about it) did not entice me much. Of course, I heard of 'the proper' ways of preventing pregnancy spread among girls by word of mouth, but still there were no peace of mind... I even missed the good old times - just pleasure and no problems at all. Hence when guys suggested we 'fall down' I kept refusing. It was not that I was against it, but I wanted my guarantees... The first one to learn about my hesitation was one guy from senior detachment. I knew him a bit, he was from the same village and, by the way, he was famous for the fact that nobody ever got into pregnancy trouble with him. So once he noticed me in the canteen, we talked about our village, about common acquaintances a bit. Then we met same night and continued chit-chatting. We got interested in each other and in a few days we were already 'seeing each other'. We talked very frankly at our 'dates' - basically discussed our common friends: who did what with who and under what circumstances... There came a moment when he asked if I ever had done anything myself. I replied casually that only 'a lower kiss' back then, in childhood (I was playing a grownup!) Then he suggested we 'fall down'. Then in a whining voice I spilled out all my doubts and fears to him (hoping he will be able to dispel them). He took the issue seriously and informed me that I could fear not, because there is 'a method', and he can demonstrate it to me. I gladly agreed - I had been missing the action. Not postponing it for long, we arranged and expedition into the woods same very day. I seized up a blanket from the bed, he broke out a board from the fence... We found a good spot, spread out the blanket and undressed... I had not had a 'lower kiss' for a long time, so I lay down, dot ready and relaxed, closing my eyes. But he asked me to open my eyes and watch. I raised myself on my elbows and started looking down to the junction place. He must have known his job pretty well; adroitly and confidently he placed the head of his penis and even moaned with pleasure when he felt it tight in my flesh. I tried to press my bended legs tighter to my belly and he started his movement.