Maria A.   view profile 

Unfortunately, due to certain circumstances our second meeting took place only after two long weeks. And all that time we lived in sweet memories of that wonderful night when we met Lesha and Sveta.

At last, the long awaited night came and we were together again in nice intimate atmosphere. To make our date more romantic and mysterious, we burned some oriental scents and played exotic music. Again, it all started with an easy conversation with candles that smoothly floated to very sexually explicit talk. Even when we met for the first time we did not feel any uneasiness or inhibitions, and now when we saw each other for the second time, we felt as if we had known each other for years and knew everything about each other. A little bit of vodka, oriental scents, candle light and pleasant music worked wonderful: we were like in a state of nirvana. Having forgotten about the everyday problems we were at each others service (if you can say so of four people) and all our thoughts were about anticipation of the forthcoming love games.

Wishing to take revenge on men, we suggested another game of cards. Clothes were on stake as usual. Naturally, this time men lost. Next stake was that whoever would win was to be pleased in everyway by the remaining 3 of us. The luck was on my side, I won. Cards were put aside and the night of pleasure and joy began.
Same as the previous night we settle down on the floor. We spread a soft rug and threw some pillows on it turning it into a huge ?fuckadrome? for the four hot bodies.
The three ?losers? began caressing the winner tenderly. Now the memories of that night are all like in pink fog, so I am unable to describe all the events in detail. Just a few scenes that emerge in my memory: I am lying on my back caressing Andrei?s erect cock, while Lesia is eating my wet pussy, licking my lips and clit gently. Lesha, having licked Lesia, enters her from behind and began fucking her brains out with his passionate thrusts. Then we trade places, I am on all fours, sucking Alexy?s cock and feeling Andrei entering me. Lesia is on her back beneath me and continues licking my lips and clit while fingering Andrei?s scrotum gently. It is so difficult to put in words, it has to be felt and seen?

Maria A.   view profile 

I have always dreamt of watching an orgy with my own eyes. Since we have tried threesomes and foursomes with my husband, I was curious to see what happens when there are more people participating. I think a lot of swingers would be interested in trying it at least once.

Not long ago a friend of mine suggested I visited one of such parties and sent me a link to their page which ran as follows:
?8 guys decided to join forces concerning cultural pastime spending. And began to have orgies regularly. Is not it cool to sip on a pint and watch pretty women, when your comrades work their tools hard? And then join in the sperm marathon??
Men joined forces, but women were required as well. Since women lovers of this kind of pastime had not yet joined them, they found the way out ? girls of the oldest profession (unfortunately this affected the relations and actions).

Upon entering the room, I landed on a sofa. So, men were sitting drinking beer, exchanging jokes. We were introduced to each other, they were interesting, intelligent and happy guys who just wanted to have fun. I found the atmosphere definitely exciting. I set and studied men. Girls were silent, and I did not see much joy of anticipation in their eyes? At the very beginning my friend introduced me as a girl who came just to watch and would decide later myself what to do and who with (that made my situation different from that of the other two girls).
Attending such a party without getting any sexual experience would be a stupid thing to do, and since I promised my husband not to have sex, I considered blowjob to be very appropriate in such a situation. At the process of communication I found out that one of the guys present there had written to me and my husband once, but unfortunately, nothing happened then due to circumstances. Having a closer look at my friend by correspondence, I realized that I liked him and decided not to be just an onlooker with him : )

Having resorted to help of proved ?female glances? I let him know that I did not mind getting to know him closer? He set by my side and began caressing my neck, shoulders and that made me very excited. So, from the sitting position we moved to lying position : ) We were so much involved in the process, when I heard a line of men moved to the bathroom : ) Then I stopped watching them, giving in to sensations completely. At some point we decided to move to the kitchen and I just went crazy caressing his cock : )) When we finished, I went back to the room and understood that I missed the beginning of the event.

Maria A.   view profile 

Some people do not believe in finding somebody on the Internet. I used to be such a skeptic too, going through tons of mail daily, many times I felt like giving up?

It seems not difficult to find a man for a couple, but alas? and just when I said enough is enough, we finally found a very special friend. We exchange a lot of letters with him, it seemed we were just having an online sex, circumstances did not allow us to meet each other for a long time, but eventually, it happened. We set at the table, drank a little, everybody felt so much at ease, that we did not have to drink a lot. Having finished my long drink I set on Dima?s lap and we began to kiss slowly, discovering each others taste right in front of Alesha?s (my husband?s) eyes, gradually going deeper into the state of semi-consciousness. Lesha just set back and watched us.

Soft music played. Dima?s kisses were becoming hotter and greedier, getting lower and lower. Alesha began unbuttoning my blouse? Slowly moving to the sounds of music, Dima undressed and got down to my breasts, began caressing my hard nipples with the tip of his tongue, I started to quiver. What an unearthly sensation ? to be kissed by your husband and feel your body caressed not by his hands alone, but by Dima?s too.
I do not remember how we got to the bed? I could only feel, but not think and remember then. My boys were excited more and more seeing how good I felt. When one of them entered me, I caressed and kissed another one?s cock vehemently, then they would swap. I put on a show, torturing one cock, caressing it with my mouth, taking it to the verge of orgasm then slowing down? that was driving both of them crazy? I do not know how many orgasms we had that night, cannot name all the positions we tried, one thing I am sure of ? I had never had such a wild night before.

Exhausted, we would lie down to rest, but as soon as Dima and Andrei would lie by my side, they turn on again immediately. We had sex non-stop for 9.5 hours!!! Do you think we were tired??? No! I personally felt divinely elevated, I just hovered for a week after, felt just great!
Now Dima is like a second husband to me. Sometimes when Alesha (my husband) is not home yet, we meet with Dima and enjoy each other, then Alesha would come home and join us. So, gentlemen, I am happy! And wish you the same!

Natalie R.   view profile 

I would like to tell you about one episode. Could be useful for somebody. First months after we got married we indulged in love games with my husband big time. We practiced a lot of different sex ? Kama Sutra was put to rest, but I did not have any orgasms. Instead I had a feeling that there must have been something more to it, more than just the pleasant sensations I felt.

So one day I was sitting there, waiting for my husband ? ruminating and fantasizing what else could I invent to try in bed. And decided to surprise my husband ? to shave. I shaved my pubis and all perineum very clean.
I liked it myself. I set, stroking absolutely smooth skin with my fingers and it felt surprisingly sweet. Without hair the skin turned out to be extraordinary sensitive. Something similar to what I had in childhood, only then I tried to suppress that feeling, because they were ?improper?. But then I set and enjoyed it.

Even more was I surprised with my husband?s reaction. When he saw me like that he began to quiver with excitement. And his ?fever? passed over to me. When we got down to business, I felt everything ten times more acutely than before. A lions share of that sensation was not coming from the inside, but from outside, coming from smooth and very sensitive skin being rubbed by my husband?s pubis. Plus, the crazy activity of my husband, unusual even for such a stud as he is. And ? orgasm. And not even one ? several of them.
After that I prefer to be cleanly shaved. The only inconvenience is when you let the hair grow a bit it becomes prickly and the sensation becomes no good at all. But having to shave often does not bother me. No big deal. Men shave everyday, don?t they? Everyone has his own hygiene to take care of. :-)

Natalie R.   view profile 

It happed many ears ago, must be late 80s. I lived in a collective farm with my parents then, in Petersburg suburb. There was not much fun in summer there, so our main pastime was to hang around farm?s only shop and chat with friends.

The shop was very close to the main road, and if a car stopped by one could dare asking a stranger for ?a coin? (of course we could not ask anybody of the locals). That was out main interest in hanging out there. ?The take? was not that great usually, just 20 ? 30 kopeks, but it was enough to buy some 300 ? 400 grams of cheap candies.
So, that day there were 3 of us, me and two friends ? Olya and Sveta, both a bit older than me. A Zhiguli car stopped by the store and a young, well dressed man got out. We figured him out as a potential ?client? immediately, and Sveta went forward to negotiate.

?Negotiation? like that usually took no more than a few seconds ? we were either given money, or refused. But that time the conversation turned out to be a long one, besides, it was the man who did the talking, Sveta listened to him attentively. Then they both came to us and Sveta announced that we had been made an interesting offer that was worth considering.
The man began talking and that was what he told us. He happened to be a photographer from a children fashion magazine. He said, there were shootings taking place nearby for the new issue. However, the model girls were not able to make it for whatever reason and the shooting was about to fall through. So he rushed to check out the neighboring countryside in desperate search of any girls that could replace the models.

He said, that it was an emergency and we should go straight away. He said it would not take more than 2 or 3 hours. But the royalty would be royal indeed ? a ruble per shot. Total he was planning to take 36 shots of each of us (the whole film roll).
Simple calculation showed that we were able to make 36 rubles each. That was an enormous amount of money for us a the time, considering that my mother, working as a bookkeeper at the farm was paid then 90 rubles a month. As a proof he showed us his purse, stuffed with money.
Of course we agreed straight away and got in his car. He took us to the corn field, drove his car right into it, and led us to the center of the field, where there was a little opening already trampled down.

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.

Nina G.   view profile 

I have always hated the countryside. But last summer I was ?lucky? to go there again. I protested a lot, because I was sure I would be damn boring. But I was not quite right?

I came there early on a bus. It was awful hot, I was practically baked alive, but somehow made it to my grandparents? shack. They were happy to see me. After their endless questions and innumerable cups of tea I had to drink, I went outside to have some fresh air. The yard was the same it had been 5 years ago, only everything seemed smaller to me. I walked in the garden, checked the barn, discovered nothing new. I saw two carts full of hay in the yard, village men were supposed to come tomorrow to help putting hay into stacks. I suspected they would find me some to do tomorrow, so went to bed earlier in anticipation of a day of hard toiling.
Up at 7 a.m. Monstrous! I thought I just could not get up at first. But indefatigable babushka pulled me off the bed.
- Get up, Ninka, boys are coming to help with hay soon, and you have pancakes to make yet.
Oh, shit, how come I am so miserable? I had to get up and work on pancakes not even having washed myself properly. It was getting bloody hot outside already and I had to stand by the stove. In the meanwhile the neighbor men gathered. I came to the window, leaned on the sill and watched hay flying in the yard and workers naked to the waist with pitchforks. They all looked old and somewhat rugged to me. Not seeing anything particularly interesting for myself, I minded my kitchen business. I made so many pancakes that day, more than I had eaten in my entire life. Not that I just had to make them, I had to go and feed those pancakes to the hillbillies! Awful, what could I do.

Lena M.   view profile 

I am Lena. I have a brother Volodya. He is in the army now. My mother is pretty, she works as a train guard. I am going to the country side for summer vocations. Got a lot of relatives there. I have two cousins there ? Ira and Polina, also a second cousin Roman. I am not a very good student. I do not have a boyfriend.

Natashka suggested we kept diaries. I am not sure what I am supposed to write here about. We agreed to write the truth. What truth? Supposedly, it implies love affairs. What if I do not have any? Shall I write about how painful my periods are? I always hated composition work especially ?How I spent my summer? type. Just had good time, why should you care.
I will take this book with me. Will write something if I feel like, if not ? I beg your pardon.
Let Natashka and Igor write, they are good at it. Mishka can tell a lot about love ? he is a hero-lover, made Lidka a woman, she told me herself. Cannot imagine how she decided to go for it, scares me even to think of it, they do not take any precautions at all, she says she feels him letting it out inside her, and that is what she likes best.
- How do you mean, ?letting it out?? ? I asked.
- Well, he comes inside me? - she stopped not knowing what else she could say.
- What if you get pregnant?
- Ha, he will marry me then!
- Is not it a bit too early?
- Do you know how old my mother was when I was born, or how old she was when she and daddy had me designed?
She laughed aloud.
I do not think Mishka loves her at all, he needs her just for sex. She tells me everything about their relationships, I think of it a lot, and come to a conclusion that he does not love her.
After the prom Igor saw me home, we even kissed a bit on the landing of the stairs in our block of flats, I like him, but I feel he does not care for me, and when he started stroking my legs and undoing buttons of my dress, I pushed him aside, not really rude or something, just told him that I think that he did not love me, and I did not want to be just a toy for him.
He understood, we stood silent for a while. Then talked.
We felt good.
The day after tomorrow I am going to my aunts?. I am taking this book with me, but do not promise anything.

Lena M.   view profile 

The train departed in the evening. Father got me a ticket to a lower bench. In about half an hour some cow crawled in and began to whine that she and her son were given places in different compartments, and if anyone would be willing to swap. He son was about 6. Since the two other benches were occupied by a really old guy and his babushka, I stood up without saying anything.

- This way, here, - fussed the cow, I followed.
When we got there and I saw the company I had to spend the night with, I backed up, but it was too late, the cow grabbed her things, and rushed to my former seat thanking me non-stop.
I sat at the edge of the bench cautiously looking at my new company with freight. There were 3 demobee soldiers, they had bottles on the table, and seemed to have had a drink or two already. The cunning cow just did not want to share the compartment with them.
They were happy to see me.
- What?s your name? ? the swarthy one asked strictly.
- Lena.
- So where do we go, Lena? ? asked the red-haired one.
I did not say anything. The red-haired one looked at my knees. I straightened my dress.
- Not answering is a violation of the service regulations, - the red-head went on.
- Just let her be, - smiled the third one.
- You are welcome to share out feast, - the red would not stop.
- I am not hungry, thank you.
- Disdain the food of a Russian soldier, that?s no good, - the red moved closer.
- Hey, let the baby be, - the third continued to smile.
- I am not a baby, - what possessed me to say that.
- You see, she is not a baby, - the red was happy.
- My name is Tolik, - said the third, - this is Vasya, - he pointed at the swarthy one.
- I can introduce myself ? Kolya, the red pointed at himself.
He pronounced ?introduce? with obvious difficulty, that made me conclude that he was much drunker then his friends.
Two old women traveled on the side seats, they were preoccupied with devouring the food they had for the road, it always makes me wonder why people begin eating first thing as soon as they get on the train, must not really be hunger, rather excitement. The road ahead, etc.
The guard began collecting tickets and money for the bed sheets. That distracted the soldiers for a moment, Vasya went to get the sheets and brought them for all of us.
- May I have your permission to make a cradle for you? ? the red spoke to me.
- I can take care of myself.
The guys moved to the other bench, and watched making the bed in silence. I felt their greedy eyes on me when I bent, but was not really too worried, I knew the car was full of people, nothing to be afraid of? The women nearby would protect me if needed.
But I felt hungry too. I had a chicken leg in the bag, but was sort of embarrassed to pull it out.

Lena M.   view profile 

The aunt met me with plenty of food on the table. Having fed everybody, she sent me to the bathhouse. I adore village bathhouse. Irka went together with me. Having taken my clothes off I was happy to wash off my sticky road fears, warmed myself up on the berth, swaying a switch of green birch twigs lazily. Irka set nearby. We talked about girls? stuff, dresses, school, common friends.

- You have grown some breasts on you, - said Irka all of a sudden.
- Yes, just the last year mostly, - I smiled, stroking my breast.
- Mine do not grow well, - she sighed sincerely.
- Why would you want them big?
- Well, guys do not want to date a girl that has not much on the front.
- How do you know?

- I do, - she said confidently.
We were silent for a while.
- Do you have a boyfriend? ? asked Irka.
- I do, - I lied and thought about Tolik on the train.
- Is he good?
- Seems alright.
- From your class?
- No, he is in the army.
- Well, you cannot say you have one then, can you, - concluded Irka thoughtfully.
- Do you? ? I asked.
- Not really. Just Zhorka comes to see me occasionally, we just fondle and that is it.
- You what?
- Fondle each other.
We were silent again.
- Do you do it with him already? ? Irka could not stop.
- Do what?
- What do you think? You sleep with him?
- No, of course not.
- So, you have not got your cherry poked yet?
- Irka, this is vulgar.
- Well, how else can I say it?
- You could have asked if I was still a virgin.
- I like my wording better, it is more precise, - concluded Irka.
- Even if so, it is vulgar.
- Well it is not a swear word, is it.
- No, it is not.
- So, I may use it as well. I began pouring water over myself. She could be right, who knows.
- Let me rub your back, - suggested Irka.
- Go ahead, - I answered lying on my belly on the berth.
I was looking at Irka stealthily, observing to myself that she had a pretty good body too. Her pointed cone-shaped breasts stuck out forward and a little sideways. Not any worse than mine, I thought, should not be complaining, really. She did not need a bra to hold them up for sure. Her thighs were firm and fleshy, rounded butt, like a boy?s.
- Polina is getting married, - Irka said working on my back diligently.
- You are kidding me! Who is he?
- There is one. Assistant agronomist. They do it big time already.
- How do you mean?
- They fuck.
- How do you know?
- I saw it myself.
- Where?
- At home. At the mow. By the river. Hard to say where they don?t.
- Have you been spying?