Sofia K.   view profile 

It started when I was at my last school year. Doing boring home work one night I heard strange muffled sounds from my elder sister Lena?s room. Intrigued, I came up to the door to her room. Lena, then first year college student, was alone with her classmate Sasha.

He used to come see her pretty often and they spent long hours getting ready for the coming exams. Of all Lena?s friends I liked Sasha best of all. He treated me as a grown up person, unlike others, who treated me like a baby.
Mysterious noises became clearer. Quietly I kneeled by the door and looked through the keyhole. The scene I saw impressed me a lot. My petit and proper sister Lenochka, writhing and fawning like a dog, stark naked on her knees, was hopping on Sasha who lay beneath her, also completely naked. I watched it all like in the movies. My sister?s face was really beautiful at those moments, as if emanating light from inside, and her lithe body was quivering as if sparkling. I could not take my eyes of the spot where there bodies joined with Sasha?s cock sliding in and out. Long and glittering it cut into Lena?s body like a piston.
What I saw then became a revelation for me ? so that was how they were getting ready for the exams every evening!
After that something changed inside me. All my former interests seemed boring and too childish to me. I did not care for those things much anymore. I started doing worse at school. Often I could not get myself to sleep at night, especially on the nights when Sasha came ?to help Lena with studies?. All I wanted was to experience what my older sister did, the rest I did not care much about.

Sofia K.   view profile 

I had good friends Galia and Olia at the nurse training college where I studied, we are still friends. After the first year we went to Crimea, for the first time alone, without parents. Nobody was going to control and give orders at last. We considered ourselves grown up and not needing anybodies advice. No need to lie, and tell stories of being busy studying at friend?s.

I had my first serious boyfriend at the time, we were making plans for future life together, he did not want me to go (knowing Galia :)), but, hey, what the heck!
As for Olia, we actually did not plan on taking her to us, she was too shy, but then we gave in to her begging, and she promised us not to be a touch-me-not.

There were three of those navy cadets on the train with us, they must have ?put an eye on us? already on the platform, so after a couple of bottles of wine they found our compartment. We were happy to see them, because the old guy we shared the compartment with was getting on our nerves already.
So we did not mind the company, and enjoyed the conversation with the guys. And their uniform was sort of cute. The old guy was seemingly unhappy, was really pain in the ass, so when the cadets invited us to the restaurant car, we gladly accepted the invitation.
At the restaurant the guys were obviously showing off, ordered some brandy and lots of fruit. Valera, the oldest looking cadet suggested we drank to the acquaintance. All drank, even Olia, must have been her first drink. After the second drink everyone began to really enjoy each others company. The guys were telling stories of the foreign ports they had supposedly been to, we had a lot of fun. We told them some funny jokes too. Valera turned out to be two years older than the rest of the guys, and did not seem to waste his time at all. Soon I felt his hot thigh pressing hard against mine. Soon I felt his hand on my thigh, stroking it tenderly, climbing. I liked it, I was wearing tight jeans, I did not take his hand off, on the contrary, I moved closer to him. I did not mind flirting, and Valera was obviously the best candidate. Olya did not notice anything at all, she smiled and giggled drunk.

It was already late when we got back to our compartment. The old guy was snoring on the upper berth. Olya barely made it to hers and passed out.
We tried to be quiet but woke up the old fart anyway so he began tossing on his bed and breathing noisily in a studied manner. The cadets decided it was time to leave. Galya stayed, I went to see Valera off.
As soon as we were left alone with him, he took me in his arms passionately. Pressing me against the wall, he squeezed my jeans right at my pubis. I was a little bit astonished with such force, threw my head backwards slightly, as if protecting me face, but pressed my body closer to his. He pressed his lips to mine, I responded to his kiss. He pulled up my T-shirt and began feeling and squeezing me breasts. I felt dizzy and clutched at his jacked. He was trying to unzip my jeans. I came back to my senses. I frowned and whispered: ?No, no, don?t Valera! What are you doing? What if somebody comes in??
But that could not stop him already. Grabbing me by the waist he led me to the toilet and locked the door behind us. Well that was quite a place, I tried to resist, but he jumped on me like crazy, kissing and stroking me all over my body. I realized that there was nothing I could do about it, and best I could do was ?relax and enjoy it?, as the saying goes. Gradually I got horny myself. Under the storm of his caress I forgot that I was actually in a train toilet. He was sucking my lips, putting his tongue deep in my mouth. He took my T-shirt off. Began kissing my breasts, biting at my nipples. I moaned, my body was responding to his caress. I grabbed him at his jacked even stronger.

With my other hand I began stroking his cock through the thick fabric of his pants. I tried to unzip them, but could not find the zipper. It was the first time I dealt with navy uniform pants, I did not know they were fastened on the sides, not the front. He undid them himself. His pants fell down. I found his quivering cock under his underpants and took it in my hand, began squeezing it in my palm. When he felt my hand on his cock he began to quiver. He let go of my breasts to unzip my jeans. Not letting go of his cock I helped him with other hand to unzip my Wranglers and pull them down. They were very tight and rolled down together with my panties.
I stood there naked in the dim light of the toilet bulb. I was short of breath, my belly and breasts shaking. I did not let go of his cock, pulling at it slightly. He set down on the toilet seat and pulled me towards him. I let go of his cock and set on his lap facing him. Languished with desire I was rolling my pelvis desperate for a man?s cock. When my wet pussy lips caught the head of his pulsating cock finally, I arched my back and began pulling myself on it slowly. He moved forward, grabbing me by the buttocks until I was siting firmly on his cock. He grabbed me by the waist then and began impaling me on his cock, his burning candle was all the way inside me.
His cock was so deep inside my body, that it even hurt a bit at first. He was pulling me by the thighs closer to him, my knees hit against the toilet seat. I was not embarrassed to scream and moan aloud already, pumping my pelvis on his cock, throwing my head backwards and biting lips. I kissed him on the face, bit him. My fingers clutched at his head, breasts bouncing in front of him. He was trying to catch my nipples with his lips.

He held the cheek of my butt in his hand, guiding my movements. His other hand was stroking my face, I grabbed one of his fingers and began to suck it. We were delirious. I tried to open my thighs wider as is screwing my pussy on his cock, I raise and fall, span and rotated, straining each muscle of my body. I was very close to orgasm when he stopped me because he was very uncomfortable in that position. Unhappily, I pulled myself off his cock. He stood up and having taken me in his arms from behind, made me bend forward. I was standing bent forward, on my straight legs dying for continuation of the pleasure.
He took hold of my thighs and stuck his cock inside my dripping wet pussy. There was very little room in the toilet. His butt must have been pressing against the wall, while my hands and elbows rested on the sink. My face was almost pressed to the mirror, that was some sight. :) Valera was pumping his cock in and out me, and was about to come. I felt his hands squeezed my waist, and at last I felt his crazy thrust. Rotating my thighs I pressed my buttocks against his legs very tight and felt his hot jet inside my pussy, I was sort of milking him, increasing our pleasure. Then my arms grew very weak, my legs gave way, I would have fallen to the floor, if it had not been for him. He set back on the toilet seat, and made me sit on his lap, I was completely exhausted.

Having regained my senses I asked him for a cigarette. He found a pack of Stewardess cigs and a lighter in my jeans pocket on the floor. Having lit two cigarettes, he gave one to me. I smoked deep in my thoughts. So did he happily. Having finished his cigarette he wanted to have more sex. He began kissing me on my neck and shoulder. But I felt wasted, devastated and fucked, hangover was taking over me and I did not want any more sex. Most of all I was pissed of by the little sticky stream of Valera?s sperm running from my vagina down my inner thigh slowly. The pleasure I had just felt was already gone. I felt disgusted. Everything disgusted me ? that place, his caresses and Valera himself. He must have felt the change in my mood and did not insist. Must have felt somewhat similar himself. So, having caught our breath, we parted, I went to my compartment.

Julia S.   view profile 

My upbringing was very strict as I said, the implications being I was supposed to save my virginity for my husband and stay faithful to him the rest of my life. But it is not a secret that sex is everywhere these days ? from TV ads to movies and magazines. So, I was really keen to experience the simple pleasures it had to offer.:) I was in an amateur theater studio at school and sang in a school band, had a lot of friends among older guys, they always looked at me with clear interest. I even tried dating a few of them, but it ended when I did not agree to have sex, and they went on looking for another ?victim?.

But once I met a very good and absolutely remarkable guy. He had been seeking my attention for 3 month before I allowed him to see me home. Not just see, but to take me home in his new red Lada car. So, after that I began dating him. I had never met a sweeter, more receptive and interesting person before. He gave me flowers every day, bought me my favorite sweets and dared to kiss me only after we had been dating for a month. You do not believe me, do you? I did not believe in my happiness either! He was my dream guy, he was handsome, tall, strong, successful and did not demand the sex retribution from me. But? in two more months it was me who wanted more. At 17 I was pretty well developed for my age, I had learned how to please myself long time ago, and I expected him to take the lead. But he was slow, apparently afraid to scare me off by rushing things.

Julia S.   view profile 

Honestly speaking, I like it when men goggle at me. To be even more honest, I must admit, quite often I feel like responding, but since I am a good girl with a steady boyfriend, I normally do not go beyond flirting. Besides, work, and my music and family life take up almost whole of my time. A year and a half ago, in summer I had a lucky chance at work to get a tour to the Black sea coast to a very good resort place for less than half price. The problem was that the tour was for one person, and I had never travel without my boyfriend or parents before.

We discussed it with him and came to a mutual conclusion that I was a big girl already, and could go alone. Neither of us could guess that those two weeks, or just 3 days, to be more precise, would change my life a lot, or rather my views on sex, to be precise.
For the first 10 days all I did was sleep and sunbathe, sunbathe and sleep. It was so wonderful after all the stress of the city and everyday fuss and bustle, just to feel that you did not need to hurry anywhere. I was excited by men?s looks at the beach, but I always maintained my distance.
I had only two more days left there when I was sitting at the bar downstairs, just watching the barman, young guy about my age. After a couple glasses of wine, I was in a romantic mood and I thought it was really a pity my boyfriend could not come with me. Anatoly, that was the barman?s name, must be watching me too because after a short while he smiled to me and offered a glass of Martini ?at the house?.

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?

Paula F.   view profile 

I can tell you how I learned to masturbate. It was soon after that occasion by the pond.
I did not have any special sensations before that. I began to hang out with a company of guys and other girls. We just walked along the streets, chat, had fun. I began to have feelings I had never had before. I was sort of living in expectation of something special, something remarkable seemed to be about to happen.

It hurt me that none of the guys seemed to be paying attention to me. I was longing for love so much! Time went by and our company began to break down in pairs, and I did not have anybody yet! I felt lonely. I could not understand why I was worse than others.
Once I got very upset, because they were all talking about their relations, not taking any notice of me. So I took offence and went home. There was nobody at home ? parents were at work. I decided to take my clothes off and examine myself in the mirror. Just to check what was wrong with me.
As soon as I undressed, I felt a new emotion, my whole body began to shiver and I felt very excited. There was some kind of thrill and the element of danger in it. I came up to the mirror and began looking at myself. Everything seemed alright ? I liked my breasts and my body, I thought them beautiful. I stroked myself with my hands and suddenly felt pleasure.
I began stroking my thighs, my belly and my breasts with my finger tips and felt the new, unexpected sensations for the first time. Especially I liked squeezing my breasts in my palms in a way that made nipples slide between fingers and stroking my belly and pubis.

That day it all ended there, because my mother came home. The next day I did not hang out with the guys, just went straight home after school. I undressed, lay on the sofa and began caressing myself, thinking of one guy. And soon I got carried away with emotions.
That day I tried stroking myself between legs and especially liked it. However, it took me a while to learn to masturbate properly, I only stroked my lips gently. I thought that going deeper inside is bad.
But in about three weeks it all happened naturally. I got wet caressing myself and my finger slit between the lips. The sensation was so strong I even gave out a cry. But it was so pleasant, that I forgot all embarrassment and began exploring myself deeper. And soon got the hang of it.
I thought I had orgasms doing that, until I had my first real one. I masturbated almost every day and still like it a lot. Even the word itself is cute! MAS-TUR-BA-TION. :-)

Paula F.   view profile 

I never had orgasms with my first man. As I understand now he was far from ?a giant? in bed, but managed to bring me to a certain degree of sexual arousal, no more than that. Quite often after a single time he fell asleep, leaving me alone with my horniness.

So sometimes in those situations I had to help myself finish the job.
Once we went to Duny resort place, not far from the city. We were alone, just the two of us and of course we had sex every night.
Although he failed to satisfy me entirely I began to enjoy it more and more every night. My arousal somehow accumulated and I became more and more ?sexually anxious? each day, but could not discharge myself. Pretty soon, sex was all I was thinking of, haunted by fantasies day and night. That story with the artist came to my mind a lot.
One of those nights, my boyfriend fell asleep as usual and left me all hot and horny after sex, suffering from sleeplessness along with erotic fantasies.
I got up and having put a robe on my naked body, went onto the balcony ? to cool down. It was a warm July night that got me even hornier. Despite the late hour a lot of neighbors appeared to be not asleep. Men and women smoked, talked softly, laughed. I smelled the cigarette smell and heard their voices that seemed to be coming literary from a distance of a starched out hand.

I stood deep at the balcony, close to the wall of the building, the forest blackened in front of me. Quiet men?s voices nearby beckoned and excited me. And I felt like trying it? I untied the belt and opened my robe and just stood there feeling the excitement grow. Then I shrugged my shoulders and the silk fabric slid to my feet.
Incredible sensation! I stood naked, open to the sight of an invisible observer in the forest, just like the woman in the picture. The men neighbors could not see me, but their voices nearby created the illusion of their presence.
Suddenly, I was overcome by sweet heat, which grew every second. I was short of breath. All of a sudden multicolor lights began dancing in front of my eyes, like in a kaleidoscope, and I must have past out for a moment. I was able to breathe out only in about a minute or two.
That was basically it. It was not a smashing orgasm, I do not think it was obvious from outside. I did not yell, or cry out, or moan. But it gave me the longed for satisfaction and discharge.
Later I repeated it at home (we have a balcony at home too) to the same effect. Then I learned to achieve really strong sensations combining it with masturbation. But with my then boyfriend ? nothing :((. We parted very soon anyway.

Oxana T.   view profile 

At first time it happened unexpectedly (or nothing happened, to be more precise). We watched a film on video. And at the same time ? caresses, kisses, passion grew. We began undressing each other gradually. I was not his first one, he was more experienced, so he undressed me without any problems. I had a bid problem, however, like a brick wall ? at first I could not unbuckle the belt of his jeans, then the button.

Finally, when we were both naked and ready, at the most decisive moment (right before his cock penetrated me), I declared that I did not plan on becoming pregnant. I was really afraid of it.
Then he said that I was doing really good until that moment, ?well done and just ?super??, but he would not give me a medal (he meant condom), because he did not have any on him. Well, no meant no. We had to give up on continuation. So that was how it happened for the first time with me (or it did not happen, to be precise). :)
When it finally did happen ? it was less romantic and more mundane. I was getting ready for the university one morning and understood that I was going to be hopelessly late for the first class anyway, and did not feel like going to the second one. So, I went to my boyfriend and it all happened there.
It was not really scary then, but painful and without orgasm. Although, there was time I felt good. I even began moving my pelvis responding to his thrusts, but then came to my senses and thought: let him do everything himself? and stopped. All my sensations were gone then. After that my belly hurt like hell, and I decided never to have sex again. But I did not last for long ? just for about a week. :-)).

Oxana T.   view profile 

My first orgasm I had at a body art session. I was at the third year of the university and led a rather frivolous life.

By that time there had been several men in my life - once I dated four at a time - but, honestly speaking, with none of them sex gave me real pleasure ? enough to want to stay with him only. Most often I just accepted guys courting, without promising anybody anything.
At that time I had two admirers whom I had not slept with yet, they accompanied me everywhere, competing for my attention. At times I liked that, at times it pissed me off (do not know why).
Probably because I knew that I did not really need any of them, but the one I might need just did not happen to be around. I was not really happy with my life at that period. Probably that was why I did wild things at times, got in extreme situations all the time, I did not care about guys? feelings at all. If they wanted to be with me, they were to accept me the way I was. I had to have my way regardless.
At one party I met a guy who introduced himself as body art artist. We started talking about the subject, and the conversation evoked everybody?s interest. I was interested too, very curious, asked him all kind of questions. He suggested we go to his studio and see some of his works (on photo, of course:)).

In spite of my friends protesting, (they were clearly jealous :)), I stated firmly that I was going to see works and those who did not want to go might as well stay. Of course they went.
The artist had a full portfolio of his works ? of color printouts. All girls were naked, but it was not nudity that stroke me the most, but their fantastic, unearthly beauty. An ordinary female body looked like a work of art indeed!
I was so much impressed and got really excited, that I demanded the artist demonstrated his art right there and then ? on me! Both of my companions protested vehemently and tried to talk me out of it, but I was inflexible. The painter only smirked.
Eventually I insisted on having it my way, went to the bathroom, took off my clothes and walked out stark naked. I understood very well how that made my admirers feel. Each of them dreamt of seeing me naked, but under different circumstances. :) On one hand they could not take their eyes off me, on the other must have felt humiliated, because I was not doing that for any of them ? they had nothing to do with it.
The artist took his time examining me, as if thinking something over, asked me to take different positions, some were very seductive (the guys were going crazy in silence). But he behaved as if they were non-existent, as if we were alone with him. Then he mixed paints and proceeded with his work.

Gulya P.   view profile 

I want to tell you my story, maybe somebody finds it useful.:)
I had my first real boyfriend at high school. I loved him a lot and I was a virgin. He was of the same age and totally inexperienced too.

He shown me his penis, and, although I was too shy to show him mine, things were inevitably heading towards our first real sex.
I was pretty ignorant of what was supposed to happen at the first night, and worried a lot in anticipation. I talked to my friends about it. My older married cousin gave a piece of advice. If nothing works, she said, spit down there. And saying that she showed what needed to be done ? pretended she spat on her finders and lubricated herself where needed. I was embarrassed, it seemed pretty wild to me, but remembered the advice anyway.
So our night came. I remember undressing, putting on a night gown on top of my naked body and lying on the bed. Then Kolya came in. Since I knew nothing, I decided to leave it all up to him ? let him do what needed. But it turned out his knowledge was nothing but hearsay too. After kissing and caressing my breasts, he decided it was time to act ? raised my gown and lay on top of me. He was too shy to touch me down there, so it was hit or miss on his behalf. Later (laughing) he told me, he thought that there was supposed to be a real ?hole? down there (that was what his friends had told him), and he just needed to hit into that hole.

Naturally, ?the hole? was not there, so it did not work. I was not aroused at all and was all dry. My legs were hardly spread and lips tight. And, trying to find an entry, he pecked me with his dick all over, pressed hard, sometimes hurting me much, but naturally could not get in.
He thought it improper to help himself with a hand and point it in the right direction (a real man is supposed to be skilled enough not to use hands). I could not help much either, because I was sure he knew what he was doing. Only when he hurt me real bad, I would push his dick away involuntary, sometimes just grabbing it shamelessly to ward off.
The torture continued until dawn. 4 hours must have gone by, nothing happened. I must have been all bruised down there, it hurt like hell. Kolya got depressed, he lost his hard-on many times, trying over and over, but inevitably with the same ?success?.
All his confidence was gone. Seemed he did not understand what was happening and what to do next. I was desperate too, I started thinking there was something wrong with me. That was when I remembered cousin?s advice and decided to take the initiative.