Laura Z.   view profile 

One summer parents sent me to a camp with advanced English study. I did not expect more than meeting new friends and beautiful suntan from that vacation. There were 6 boys in our detachment, all older than me.

Soon, I took interest in one of them. He was rather impolite with me, and I felt it was intentional. I consider myself pretty good-looking and my sense of humor is better than my English? So, I came back to Moscow, pretty confident that the body was at my feet, skin in my hand. And there was no mistake. He broke up with his ex-girlfriend, who, as he said, had great body, but not so pretty face.
We were dating for about 2 month when I finally felt that Egorka could become my deflowerer. I dropped a hint. He did not get it. I dropped another! He did not get it either! His simple mind perceived only ?direct laying!
Finally, I managed to lure him to an empty flat of my relatives. The circumstances were just great? Silk blanket, scented candles, my cleanly shaved legs. He got me undressed without problems. I did not feel embarrassed at all.
However I was shaking so much that the whole bed was rocking. Sure I was scared. And I got scared even more and more with each minute! He did not bother to help me out: his caress was limited to kissing and squeezing my tits so that they hurt? Finally he said: ?So?? In a begging tone, being already pretty unset, I answered meekly: ?Let?s play some more, shell we??
But ? what could I do ? I had to give in. It reminded me of spider and fly situation. A huge spider with his hands-legs sticking out in all directions puffed and blinked his angry eyes over a little virgin fly paralyzed by fear. He could not enter me for very long. He seemed not to be bothered with it in the least? He just could not find the right spot!
I was lying under him covering my face with my hands? Most of all I wanted to jump up and run away. Finally, he coped with the first point on the agenda? Than hurt like hell! I screamed and tossed on the pillow? I must say that I am not oversensitive to pain (dentists make complements to my tolerance). So, while he proceeded with further frictions, I lay clenching my teeth. All my muscles were strained?
When it was over, I was disappointed? Maybe that happened because he did not love me? Or maybe because he did not have much experience himself?
So, my advice to all girls is: if all you feel is curiosity ? do not do it, it is not worth it experimenting with. Wait for love, affection, or at least some kind of mutual empathy at least?

Lesya P.   view profile 

Once at my parent?s dacha I lay down on a sofa to have some rest after dinner. Parents have a black toy pincher dog that perched himself by my feet. Then Tima (that was its name) gets under the blanked and crawls straight up sniffing at my panties.

I thought it interesting. I decided to take them off and see what that little thing would do. Tima began licking my pubis insistently as if inviting me to spread my legs wider and share his fun. As soon as I opened them up, he began licking me frantically, penetrating the holy of holies of my body with his tongue deeper and deeper. ?Why not?? ? thought I to myself.
Pretty soon I was tossing and turning all over my bed, pussy lips open wide, squirting like crazy, body arching, thighs up in the air. Waves of orgasm shook my body, a shrill came out of my throat. I threw the dog aside. The little thing, got to his feet and ran out, sticking his tongue out as if nothing happened.
I am curious if there is a man around who can make me experience orgasm of such intensity. But people are not dogs, they cannot keep up such speed.

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.

Natasha G.   view profile 

I had a friend at school, Natasha, her family lived in a house, and there was a barn in their yard where they kept firewood. That barn was where we went after school and sitting on the logs in the dusk continue our secret conversations, which became even more open in the dark. We spoke of everything we knew about what grownups did at night?

In the course of one of those conversations Natashka asked me to tell or better show how a man would caress a woman with a hand. I refused at first, then said that I could show it, but only on her. After a short argument and giggling she agreed and pulled down her panties. I began to stroke her with my finger and suddenly I felt that I myself enjoy touching her body a lot - the spot there was unusually tender. Natashka giggled at first, then she leaned backwards and froze in a tense position, shut her eyes clutching at the wood.
Her reaction told me that something important and unusual was going on, and that turned me on too. I deliberately tried to stick my finger deeper into her little folds, because I saw how she winced and gasped for breath when my finger touched a certain spot.
At last she asked ?Stop it?? in an unfamiliar whining voice, threw her arms around my neck and clung to me and I felt her heart pounding madly. I did not understand what happened to her, began to apologize thinking that I hurt her unintentionally. But she drawled in the same fickle- offended voice: ?Yeeesss? If it hurt? You do not understand nothing?? And began to giggle nervously.
I demanded she did the same to me this time. And under Natashka?s brisk little fingers I felt it?too

After we discovered that remarkable secret, we spent a lot of time in that barn exploring each others and our own bodies. We did not feel embarrassed at all ? the pleasure was much stronger than any shame. There was so much tenderness and trust in our relationships, that you can probably call it love. Or maybe it was love indeed. I have quite a bit of experience with men now and can say, for example, that with a man I could hardly sit opposite one another and masturbate looking into each others eyes. There are certain borders you cannot cross with a man. But with Natashka it was so easy, natural and without any inhibitions to our mutual pleasure. With her we masturbated only ? our ?lesbian? relationships did not go any further with her. It lasted for two years ? we both had enough time to learn what orgasm is.
Then interest in boys separated us, it was sincere on my behalf too ? so I do not think I became a lesbian in full sense of the word, I think you can call me bisexual. But somehow it did not go any further with Natashka, we are still friends although and still see each occasionally.

Natasha G.   view profile 

My first real sex with a girl happened later.
It was my last year at school, when we had a new girl in the class. I did not like newcomers, I was afraid that a girl prettier than me would come one day and win over my boyfriend.

I remember it very clearly, we set at the history lesson, the door opened, and the head of studies brought her in. Actually I was not sure the first second that she was actually a girl ? short haircut, men?s shirt, jeans and boots? she looked a lot like a guy. So, I calmed down?
At first nobody talked to her much, but it turned out that we lived nearby, so we began to go home from school together, after school we would spend a lot of time at her place or mine, so we became good friends indeed! She turned out to be an interesting personality, happy and sociable. A year went by, we had out exams, a little party at school? Hurray!!! School was over.
Next day we were given the papers and decided to go on with celebration. We bought 3 bottles of Sangria wine (the 1.5 liter ones) I picked up another of my friends and we went to Sasha?s place (that was her name).
When we got there, the table was already set for dinner. The three of us ate, drank and smoked, then ate again. Since I love dancing I asked Sashka to put some good music on. She played Elton John, some old stuff, there were a lot of slow tunes there. My other friend drank the most, so she was already pretty drunk and we put her to bed and went on with the party.
I had noticed before that Sasha did not care for boys much, but was not really sure? But it turned out I was 100% right

When slow music played I began to dance Rumba ? the love dance (that is one of the modern ball dances) and I felt that I was not dancing alone at some point. Sasha joined up with me from behind and began to move her thighs close to mine to the music. Then she took the partners position and we began to dance together. That was kind of funny. But I was intrigued too. She pressed her body to mine closer. I even felt her nipples becoming hard, and so were mine. I realized I was becoming sexually aroused. My pussy became wet, but something was not letting me relax completely. The song finished, I smiled to her and we went to the balcony for a smoke. Sashka asked me if I heard about same sex love. ?Sure? ? I answered. I understood where she was driving at, but pretended I did not get it?
While I smoked, Sashka pulled out more to chew and another bottle? we went on with the party, my other friend was quiet asleep in another room.
Sasha put another slow tune on and invited me to a dance. I stood up, she pulled at my hand strongly and embraced me, like an experienced dancer. While we danced she began stroking my head, my shoulders, waist, then moved lower and lower. I realize that something very interesting and pleasant was about to happen? She moved her lips close to mine and kissed me. I felt a familiar thrill through my body. I responded to her kiss.
Her tongue went deeper in my mouth, we began to French kiss each other, I felt so horny and understood I wanted it to be continued?

I was the first to touch her breasts. They were so beautiful. Her nipples grew big and the circles around them became darker. I felt like kissing her breasts, but decided to let Sasha do everything to me first. That was what she wanted.
We moved closer and closer to the bed, that seemed huge to me.
Having come to our love bed, I realized that my blouse was already gone and my skirt was on its way to the floor too? I felt a little shy. I felt awkward, but interested. Sasha made me lie on the bed and began undressing me slowly. I felt so good, I could not help moaning?
I was lying naked waiting for my lover to join me, when she took out a huge (at least it seemed huge to me then) cock, I gasped with surprise? She put aside her tool and began taking care of me. She lied by my side and began massaging my erect nipples, licked them, took them in her mouth, sucked them in, then went below to my already wet pussy. My legs spread open on their own, I wanted her?
She kneeled by my pussy and began blowing on it, having spread my pussy lips gently. Then dipped her finger in me, I got even more aroused. She began rubbing my swollen clit with her finger. Then she explored all my little folds and secluded corners? Then she pressed her lips to my pussy and began to suck and eat me?

It happened so unexpectedly, that I could not control myself any longer, thought I was going to come straight away, but then she took away her lips and began to blow at my pussy again. Then went back up to my breasts, kissed them, played with them? it was just super!
I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Then I felt a change in the game, half opened my eyes and saw Sasha touching my clit with her dildo.
Then she asked me to close my eyes again. I did what she asked for.
I felt her entering me with her cock, it was so unusual. I opened my eyes again and saw Sashka strapped this thing on and was entering me with it, deeper and deeper? She was rubbing my clit with her hand so I began to moan again? And again, she did not let me come? :(((
She asked me to assume a doggy position. I understood that she wanted me from behind? but I do not like anal sex much, I told her straight away? just entered my pussy in that position and those were the last moments indeed, I could not control myself any longer? I was gasping for breath, following her movements, pressing my butt closer to her, asking her to go deeper?
Then suddenly she withdrew, made me turn over to my back, spread my legs wide apart, and began to drink my juices? I was on seventh heaven?
After that we kissed a lot, but I did not get a chance to repay her back with my caress that time ? my other friend began to wake up?
So, we got dressed quickly, got at the table and tried to pretend that nothing happened?

Olga Kh.   view profile 

I had a good friend at school, a boy, we shared a desk with. It was in the last row, on the left, I set by the window.

We never spoke with Sashka of sex or anything like that. Unlike the rest of the boys, he never harassed me, never made any dirty jokes (the guys in our class were notorious for). But once, right in the middle of the Russian lesson, his left hand fell down and I felt him stroking my leg? And I pretended not to notice and went on writing something in my notebook, although I was doing that purely ?mechanically? without thinking? His hand got me very excited, but I was trying hard not to let it show.
So that began to happen on every class. I behaved as if I did not notice anything at all, and Sashka grew bolder. In a few days his hand crawled under my skirt freely. Nobody saw anything, because we set at the far end of the room, and our right hands were busy writing in the notebooks. But at the same time Sashaka?s left hand? was doing everything it felt like :), and I was eager to play the game too.

At first I kept my legs pressed hard together, and his hand seek its way further persistently. Gradually I weaken my muscles allowing his hand to stroke me there. Then I would press my legs together again, catching his hand with my legs and squeezing it hard between them. I got madly horny and was writing in my notebook some kind of gibberish. On several occasions I allowed his hand to creep under my panties and touch my naked? And when he needed to withdraw his hand, I would not let it go, squeezing it with my legs tightly.
I was desperate to take initiative and on several occasions, I would drop my pen and got under the desk to pick it up. Doing that, as if unintentionally, I would touch his pants, and dwelled for a few moments trying to get a good feel of the thing inside his pants ? what it felt to touch like? :) Getting horny as hell at the classes, we continued our games after ? he saw me home. Without discussing it, we would choose the road along the least frequented lanes. We would find a spot where nobody could see us, stop there, drop our school bags, and our game continued in the boldest manner.

Olga Kh.   view profile 

I have not been lucky in love. First sex did not impress me the way I was hoping it would. Sexual games with Sasha made me experience much more acute sensations. Or, maybe, I just have not really fallen in love yet? The man I thought I loved left me?

At the age of 23 I thought my intimate life was pretty much a mess, and I did not expect anything special of it any more. And suddenly I experienced an orgasm? absolutely unexpectedly?
It was one of the ?active search and turbulence? periods in my life, I was trying to find a steady partner? but was not really happy with any of the guys I was seeing then, so I was about to quit looking and take it easy. I had one of those: ?Screw it ? I will stay alone, live a life of a free bird, just take things as they come, and enjoy my freedom? feeling.
And it gave me a certain feeling of emancipation, I felt like experimenting in sex (just for my own sake). So one summer day an idea came to my mind to go out in the street wearing no panties (but, obviously, a skirt).

And again, like many years ago I felt the warm breeze touching my body in the tenderest way, the acute sensation of being naked and defenseless? Something unusual woke up in me, it seemed to me as if everyone around knew that I was naked under the skirt? And it was so exciting?
That sensation made me press my thighs tighter together as I walk ? and that gave me a surprisingly pleasant rubbing sensation down there? My gait must have been rather strange, because the men I met on my way stared at me with all eyes and that boosted my sensations even further.
Suddenly the feeling intensified sharply and overwhelmed me, like a huge wave. It was something so unusual and strong, that I could hardly walk, had to slow down and stop soon, because? bolts of lightning exploded in my brains, and the lower belly was seized by a sweet cramps? Clutching at the corner of some brick building I just stood doubled up with rapture?
A babushka came up to help: ?What?s the matter, girl? Are you alright?? All I could utter through clenched teeth was: ? Yeh? I? am fine?? :)

Maria A.   view profile 

Me and my husband-to-be began dating each other during our last year at high school. We were young, romantic, looked at the world with eyes wide open. We were so much in love with each other that we did not take much notice of the world around.

Leshka was jealous beyond any reason, normally I did not do anything that could justify his jealousy, but, honestly speaking, when he pissed me off with his jealousy, I sometimes provoked him deliberately.
After we graduated from school we went to study to different colleges. We could not see each other all the time anymore and that resulted in a certain mistrust and alienation (at least on Leshka?s side ? he became even more jealous). Since we were going to different colleges, there was not enough time left for each other? Exhausted with being unable to see each other often, we decided to get married at the end of the second college year.

Having made such a serious commitment, I decided to confess my sins just two days before the wedding: )))? After a good meal we were sitting in the kitchen and chatting. He was in a great mood, that was why I decided to tell him everything I had been afraid to tell before because he was so jealous.
I told him of all my ?adventures? that happened to me while at college. I must say I am a sucker for oral sex, I was then and I am now, I adore giving head to guys I like. I do not know why, but my relationships had never gone beyond blowjob : ) Besides, I got (and get) an unearthly pleasure and satisfaction caressing a man. Although now I am not so unselfish anymore ? I wish to receive caress in return.

There had not been too many men, but some funny things happened : ) Say, there was a guy whom I blown on his birthdays (though, I have learned about his birthday only later). Amusing things happened : )))
After I told him about it, I anticipated another jealous fit, accusations, etc., but never expected that my stories would get my husband-to-be so excited. After the night of wild sex that followed, Leshka admitted that he himself was surprised with his own reaction, he?d thought he would not be able to accept the thought of his girlfriend pleasing other guys as well.

Maria A.   view profile 

Honestly speaking, I did not think that I would be speaking on this matter and relationships with a couple will become a topic of my story.

The thing is that my and Leshka?s first experiences of relationships with couples were more or less successful, but once-only. I mean to say we were unable to find somebody we would be totally happy with, while they would be happy with us, so our meetings usually did not repeat : ( One of the reasons, honestly speaking, was my jealousy ? I began to feel jealous of other women as soon as I saw that Leshka felt good with them? I understand now that that was silly, but I did not think so at the time.
After meeting with a few couples, to avoid family problems, we decided to stop searching for a couple. Besides, Leshka would rather have me enjoying sex with two men at a time than not enjoying it with one men when we had sex with a couple : (

Not so long ago, after another pleasant date with a third participant in our love games (a guy, of course) I realized that my attitude to relationship with couple changed. I caught myself thinking that I got excited imagining how the four of us would enjoy sex with each other. I suggested Leshka we tried looking for a couple again, he did not mind. We placed an ad, started to get responses soon.
As usual in these cases, there was an exchange of correspondence, photos, acquaintance prior to meeting seeing. Some we talked on the phone to, some met at the ?neutral ground? with. We had sex with very few, and there was no continuation : (

When we got yet another e-mail from a couple, we treated it philosophically ? nothing venture, nothing gain, besides it is all just a numbers game ? we were to get lucky one day : ) After a short correspondence exchange, we exchange phone numbers and talked over the phone. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him ? Andrei and her ? Lesia. After that we decided to meet each other in real life.
From the very beginning of conversation when we met, our skeptical attitude began to vanish. They were so much fun, easy and interesting to be with. Chatting (we met downtown) we did not notice how we walked all the way to our place. Having shopped for some tasty stuff, we got in and began the feast. There was no constrain, no thinking of what was to come next whatsoever. We just enjoyed each other?s company, we all just felt great, nobody was uncomfortable. So, tired with a good meal, we set down to play a strip poker ? boys vs. girls. And what do you think? Girls were stark naked, boys did not even take their socks off!!! ; )