Marusia Z.   view profile 

That day I decided to skip school. That was a great idea. I did not have enough time for rest ? I had an exam coming the next day - but at least I could catch up on my sleep. I had one of those stupid dreams last night too. Some kind of summer camp, plenty of guys around?

I hated my age then. I began feeling really stupid since the beginning of spring. Who could understand me, I wondered? My cat, probably. Thought, I needed to get her a fluffier tom that time. Who will get one for me then? What a nightmare! It had been for a month and a half already when one thought only was spinning in my head ? I wanted sex. It was hard to admit it at first. But what could I do? I FELT HORNY.
There was nobody at home that day and would not be for four more days. Parents went to Moscow for some sort of convention there. I looked at myself in the mirror. How came all those guys are so stupid?! How could one not want me? I looked at my body in the mirror. I was beautiful. So beautiful. I liked my small breasts and my belly. I especially liked my skin, soft and velvety, unlike many of my friends?. I liked walking almost naked around the flat when there was nobody at home. Just maybe a shirt and nothing else. And my blue glass medallion on the neck. Very romantic.

I smiled to my reflection and sighed. Set on the sofa. Put my palm on my lower belly. I ran my hand upwards to my breasts. Felt so good! Touched my nipple ? ticklish. My other hand slid down, stroking my neatly trimmed pussy hair (who I had trimmed it for, I wonder). My finger slid between the lips ? I was already wet there. I squeezed my nipple, as my finger dived deeper in my pussy. Oh how I wished it had been SOMEBODY ELSE?S hand, not mine! Finger danced on my clit sometimes catching on it with my nail. I arched my body and sighed.
Then there was a door bell. Shit! Who could it be? I was not supposed to be at home at that time. - Should I open the door? - I was asking myself turning the key in it. At the last moment I wrap my shirt tighter.
- Oh, Denis! Hi!
He seemed a bit embarrassed. Apologized for not calling me first. I had forgotten ? he worked close to my home then. Sure, I invited him myself to ?come around, when he has time?. I should think so! Half of the girls in the neighborhood are crazy about the guy.
- Maybe it is not the best time?

Marusia Z.   view profile 

That night did not promise anything special, just a friendly spree on a minor occasion. Andrey, a friend of my husband?s, was visiting.
There appeared to be a little too much to drink, we have done about a liter of brandy, and the guys decided that since Andrey was already late for the subway anyway, he might as well stay for the night, so they went out to get another bottle.

Actually, we had fun. We drank, played the guitar and sang, everything went the normal way. Well, naturally, the jokes and stuff, toasts ?to parents?, ?to the hosts?, ?to the hostess?, ?to hostess?s breasts? (I protested at that one jokingly, but it made me feel nice!:) To cut the long story short, everyone got pissed.
Then Dima began to make the bed, I went for a smoke with Andrey to the kitchen, not to spoil the air in the room for the night.
A little digression: we had just moved to a new rental flat then, and the only place for sleeping was the folding sofa, and if someone stayed for the night with us, we had to share the sofa.
When we were back to the room, my husband had already passed out, he fell asleep on the blanked by the wall, so I had to share the only other blanket with Andrey side by side (I was in the middle, by my husband?s side).

We joked a little about being careful not to confuse things sharing the same blanket, undressed (Andrey had the cheek to watch me taking my bra off and putting on a T-shirt, I pretended not to notice it, however, I found the fact that I am liked by somebody else but my husband flattering:) and went to bed.
Being a proper wife, I turned my back to the guest. Andrey turned off the lights and lay by my side, putting a hand on my shoulder (?I have to hold on to something not to fall off the bed!?). Everything was quiet for about ten minutes, I began to fall asleep, but suddenly felt his hand descending from my shoulder under my arm slowly and beginning to stroke my breast, dwelling on my nipple. Actually, being an old friend of the family, Andrey had the privilege of slapping me on my butt jokingly, he would embrace a little too tight me when we met, but had never gone past that before. Imagine that: husband by my side, although asleep, and me being felt by a stranger right in our bed! I was confused not knowing how to react. Now I would ?wake up? and slap his face, but it felt so nice, even gave me goose skin, I would rather ?sleep? for one more minute. (Oh, God, what a slut I am! But it does turn me on big time! Actually, it is all Dimka?s fault, it is because of him I am squeezed between two men, and shit, what do you expect from a drunk woman after all?! I feel such warmth in the lower belly, I must be wet already?)

Sarah P.   view profile 

I have experienced quite a lot in my life. Life in a hostel teaches one fast and inevitable. It teaches everyday, social and sexual wisdom. At my forth college year I understood that I have had enough of it. I feel like having more stability and certainty in life. But, on the other hand, possibility of becoming an ordinary simple grey mouse spinning in her grey routine, did not entice me much either.

Nature gave me something to be proud about and I did my best to keep myself in a good shape. A lot of the guys at the college were seeking my favors. I have never been a nun, and have always enjoyed sex, so some of my admirers had been lucky enough to win my attention and my bed. But romance passed quickly and those guys were unable to give me anything more than just simple sex. Monotony palls on me. Of course, I was flattered by the attention, but longed for something different ? more special. I ditched the guy I was with at the time and began thinking of the future.
I shared my thoughts and concerned with my Internet chat companions, seeking advice and support. I was overwhelmed by the pile of suggestions ? try this and try that. I rejected sado-maso and other abominable options straight away. I did not feel like taking part in a simple orgy either. I would have been just another body used for arousal and discharge of sperm there. Not that I really mind trying once, but it was not exactly what I was looking for.
Then I came across a site that got me interested, it seemed it was really aiming at helping people with intimate relationships. I registered there, answered all the questions to the best of my abilities. The hardest part was to formulate what I was looking for. Having checked out the available options, I got interested in family couples. That seemed to be matching my curiosity best.

Deena F.   view profile 

There was nothing romantic in the way I lost my virginity. It happened in the broad daylight. Everything was fast and simple.
I went to the nursing school after the high school. There was a daytime disco nearby. Classes were rather boring, so my friend and I decided to go to the disco once. Before 7 p.m. this could be done easily without parents suspecting anything. So, we dropped by.

There were plenty of kids playing grownups in the dark room on the dance floor. Girls wearing gaudy makeup, boys drinking beer and so on. Actually, we were exactly the same. In 15 minutes we were dancing with some cute boys around. Soon they offered us to ?wet the throat? with ?children beer? as they call it. We refused at first, but they had already ordered the drinks. We tried some, it tasted good!
I found out later it was beer mixed with Sprite. No alcohol smell and funny dizziness in the head. Relaxed we got to know each other. It was dark in the room, I could not even see my admirer well. ?White dance? was announced. They dragged us to the dance floor without asking. Ruslan, that was his name, grabbed me in his arms and pressed tight against his body. It was for the first time that I felt man?s power over me. Soon I felt his hands all over me, feeling me in all the intimate places. Everything was happening so fast I did not have time to realize what was going on and was caught completely off-guard. He impressed me. He would tell dj which tunes to put on and dj obeyed. Time flew fast. I searched for my friend meaning to tell her that it was time for us to leave, but she clearly lost control over herself. She was hanging on her partner?s neck, him squeezing her buttocks.

Deena F.   view profile 

A very special night I had over a year ago. This was when I met Sergey.
It was the evening of Jan. 01, 2005. Party was over, nothing to do. I turned on my computer and clicked dialup connection.
When ICQ loaded I saw a message from a friend of mine inviting me to come see her. I asked her how to get there, she gave me directions and I took off in search of adventure.

Her friend, Sergey, met me at the exit from the metro station.
I liked him from the first sight. He was hot much taller than me, slim, cute looking, stylish and very charming. We exchanged a couple words, and went to her place. The party was on when we got there.

I said hello to them all, found my friend and we set at the table. We talked about things, studies and guys. Suddenly she asked:
- Do you like Sergey?
- Yes, a lot, - I had already had a few glasses.
Sergey came to us and suggested we drank Brudershaft. I was not sure, looked at my friend, she nodded in agreement.
We drank and kissed. His lips were tender and his tongue so persistent, that I felt weak in his arms at once. I began taking more and more interest in the guy.
My friend fell asleep soon. We carried her into the bedroom, put on the bed, covered her with blanket and went to the kitchen. We had more wine there. Things became a little boring, the guests have left. I remembered seeing a game box in the room. I asked Sergey if he can play it, he said yes, I asked him to teach me to play. I did not like playing much, never liked it. Then Sergey offer to give me a massage, because he said I was tense. I agreed. He took a lotion in the bathroom and led me into the bedroom. I lay on my belly and offered him my back. He was a good masseur, I relaxed soon. I really enjoyed it. When he finished I turned over to my back. Our faces became very close. We kissed. I will never forget our first kiss. It was so passionate and sweet. He began stroking my thigh, then his hand went higher and higher. His fingers touched my neck, shoulder, then he undid the hook of my bra.

Mariana S.   view profile 

So, my first experience. First came blowjob, naturally, this is why I grew to love it so much. I do remember those first times very well. I was a virgin then. I was dating a guy. We kissed to distraction. I allowed him to feel me. My tits at first, then everywhere. Then he began telling me that men could not survive abstinence from sex for long. He said he could die. So, he talked me into giving him hand jobs.

He did not care about my needs much. After one of our dates I came home and got my first orgasm masturbating. Standing up. In a toilet. So, I was wanking his cock at every date. Splashed his semen in the porch, in the nearby park and even on the bench by the entrance to the block of flats where he lived. Naturally, very soon he began insisting I did it with my mouth, because that would give him much more pleasure. Of course, I played a good girl at first. But then one night... It was summer? In the porch? Under the stairway? Squatting in front of him? Naturally, I did not know how to suck... I just took his tool in my mouth, he held my head in his hands and simply fucked me in my mouth. It did not last long. After no more than 10 frictions I felt hot bitter-salty liquid pouring in my mouth. I did not know what I was supposed to do next and swallowed it automatically. That was how it went on.
A few months later I met my first serious boyfriend, I was in love with. I did not tell him I had had experience in oral sex. Why? I do not know? I was shy. He asked me often, but I refused. Once he brought a porn magazine. I had not seen much of those then. We hid in the garage and studied it. When excitement reached its peak, he stood up in front of me (I was sitting on a chair). He began caressing me. He rubbed the bulge in his pants against my face. Then he simply undid his pants.

I had not done it for months. I was excited big time. My panties became wet. I could not hold back any longer. I did everything myself. I ran my tongue all over the trunk of his cock. I caressed his helmet with my lips. So sweet? hot... with desire and moaning? Fidgeting, rubbing my swollen pussy against the seat of the chair? He withdrew shooting his juice over my lips and neck. It ran down to my breasts. He did not withdraw any more later on?

Mariana S.   view profile 

It was not my first cheating in the full sense of the word, just a first blowjob I gave to another guy. He was much older than me, a friend of my father. He used to give me lifts in his car once in awhile. He was making his passes at me all the time, of course. At last I gave in.

We parked in a forest park. It is only in the movies and fiction stories one can enjoy having sex in a car, when seats cannot be folded down completely. In reality it was pitiful. So we decided to go oral. I lay down on the back seat, my legs sticking out of the door. Well, sort of lay. My butt was in the air, feet on the ground. He set down between my legs.
He was pretty experienced in the business. I came quickly. Came well. Strongly. Then I satisfy him sitting in the back seat. He was standing up in front of the open door, his hands on the roof of the car. Funny, he asked me first if he could come in my mouth. Sure. Go ahead. But his care was appreciated anyway.

In an hour?s time I had a date with my boyfriend and gave him a blowjob too.
Soon I went to college, met my husband-to-be there and married him very fast. He was my math professor. It was love at the first site. He introduced me to swinging. Maybe it is not exactly swinging, since I do not have vaginal sex with male partners we have. Only oral.
I won?t be lying if I say I am completely happy with it. I really enjoy giving head and my husband loves watching me performing fellatio. I enjoy making love to other girls too, but most pleasure I get working 3 cocks at a time, including my husband?s.
I cheated on my husband only once ? i.e. had sex with another guy without my husband participating or even knowing. It just happened so.
Sergey was my husband?s postgraduate student. There had never been any chemistry between us before. He knew my husband, besides, he was married himself. Actually, Sergey was a very positive guy, he did not drink or smoke, did sports, had never been noticed having affairs on the side, he and his wife had a proper wedding ceremony in church, he was actually religious and went to church
To call him handsome would be an exaggeration, but he was a pleasant guy. Fair hair, big blue eyes, nice smile. He had a good body, wide shoulders and a great muscular ass. I just got married then, we had not been into swinging yet, even if I fantasized about having sex with Sergey, it was not serious, I knew it was not going to happen. We were ordinary friends, nothing special, he helped me with my classes a few times and a couple times with the car when my husband was away. But there had never been any hidden meaning in our relationships, not a hint of flirting.

Denisa C.   view profile 

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

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

Denisa C.   view profile 

My first time with a boy was really good, I began enjoying sex from day one.
I lost my virginity rather late, already at the college. I lived in a hostel then and shared a room with two other girls ? Julia and Ania. I had my first real boyfriend ? Dima.

We had been dating for about 3 months already, but had not have sex yet. Every time I would found an excuse, but main reason was my fear. I had never had a man before, having heard from my friends that the first time is always painful, I was scared shitless of that first time. As the same time I realized it was going to happen sooner or later, one way or another, and it was already affecting or relationships with Dima badly.

So one night I made up my mind and was about to announce that I was ready to come to his place come Friday.
We were at the disco. We danced, drank, had fun and late at night he went to see me off to the hostel.
- Are we seeing each other tomorrow?
- I do not know, you know, I do not see much point lately.
But I felt his cock hard in his pants pressing against my belly when he was holding me in his arms. A usual situation when we kissed.
- Denisa, I just cannot take this shit no more, - he went on.
- Dim, may I stay for the night at your place on Friday?
- No shit? Now you are talking! I have been waiting for ages for this!
On Friday he came at eight as usual, we walked for long time, talked a lot about everything, but did not say a word about what was about to happen that night. So, we got to his place eventually.
He was very sweet and caring with me. I insisted he turned off the light before taking our clothes off. He took his time allowing me to familiarize myself with the situation. Seemed we lied for ages quietly holding each other. He was kissing me very gently as if afraid of scaring me off. Then began sucking my lips and putting his tongue in mouth with growing passion. His hands were on my breasts, caressing my nipples. Having abandoned my lips, he went lower. His tongue ran over my neck and I felt a hot wave rising in my lower belly.

Rosa L.   view profile 

My first guy, Zhenia, was very charming indeed: dark hair, brown eyes, of medium height, athletic, and besides, he went in for sports dancing (and that was on top of marshal arts, interest in books and good sense of humor). In a word, he had everything it takes to win any heart. And he was well aware of this. And I was just another na?ve girl then. Although, I already had pretty well-formed breasts, my big dark Jewish eyes, long dark hair and sturdy legs. A straight A student I was. In both regular and music school.

I had not even kissed a guy yet.
About how we met.
I was on a subway train going back home. I stood by the door. It was half ten already, and there were fewer people in the car. Suddenly I felt a hand on my waist. I turned around scared. And saw him. I felt as if hit by an electric shock and blushed. Looking me straight in the eye he asked: ?So, where is this pretty young girl traveling alone so late?? I was lost and confused because of such cheekiness and his calm confidence, so I did not know what to say. Then he went on: ?I just want to see you home and I won?t take No for an answer?. I must have tried to resist, but maybe I just did not really mind.
He saw me off all the way to my door. We talked of nonsense on the way.
The next day he called me and suggested we meet. I agreed.
Now I understand that I was not in love with him, it was just an infatuation, I was enchanted.
So, we met. It was October, so it was getting dark rather early already. We walked for a couple hours, not more. Then he suggested we go to his place for a cup of tea (it turned out he lived near the place where we met). He said his kid sister was at home, so I had nothing to fear of. I still have no explanation to why I accepted his invitation, but what happened did happen.