Natalia Sh.   view profile 

The summer is over. Elevated mood of the first school day was spoiled ? we have been appointed a new physics teacher. Nobody knows what a new guy is like, we liked our old teacher a lot. Besides physics, we have a new German professor. We have not been lucky with German at all ? in five years five different teachers. Last year we had a cartoon character for a professor, beyond words. We hardly understood her Russian, say nothing of German.

New physics guy is an asshole, it was clear from day one. He could not think of any better, then reading from the text book. Guys at the rear started laughing at him and mocking. He got mad and told Igor to leave the classroom. Our new German teacher is a doll. She is very young, just finished school last year (a different school, not ours), failed to join the University and was sent to teach us. She tries very hard, but the problem is that all the guys are gaping at her greedily, she becomes embarrassed, and they become impudent even more. Of course, she is very pretty, and besides she dresses classy. Everything is well thought of, so trendy, but her short skirts got the guys overexcited.
The guys grew a lot in summer, especially Igor, Mishka, Leshka.
Even Dimochka grew, but he is still last in line at physical training class nevertheless. We got a new girl in class, Mymra made her sit with Dimka, he is happy as an elephant.
Girls changed a lot too. Lenka looks like a grown up woman in mid 20s. Lidka does not talk to me. No big deal. I do not owe her anything.
After that ill-fated date when some asshole scared us in the pavilion, I have not seen Mishka. He went to his aunt?s and just got back by September the first.
First school day is very important. It determines who is going to sit with who. Form master tries to influence the process, but does not succeed much. She coped with Dimochka and the newcomer girl. Everybody else sat where they wanted to. Miska sat behind me. I sat with Tonia. Dimka and the new girl at the rear desk. Igor and Vovka to the left of me.
- We need three people to help at the library tomorrow. Shishkina, Osipov, who else has a decent hand, you Stepko, will go there after the second hour. Osipov, you are in charge, here, take the key.
The form master likes to give orders. She would never ask if Shishkina wanted to sort out books together with Osipov. A big boss. She gives us no peace with school uniform. In other classes attitude is much easier. We have to wear school uniform dresses and aprons, like a pre-revolution gymnasia pupils. The length of the skirts is the only thing she cannot control. That was the way we bought it ? answer we to her demands to make it longer or wider. There is nothing left to make it longer, have a look for yourself, only one centimeter left.

Natalia Sh.   view profile 

October 6. What kind of a day is this? Was not it when Kutuzov abandoned Moscow?
Or was it the day when Anna threw herself under the train, and another Anna spilled oil?
No. Then how come I became a woman on that day?

Nobody forced me to. I went myself. On my own. What was that he said? ?Come if you want, if you do not want you do not have to?. So, I came. What does it mean? Means I wanted it? Means I wanted it. I am looking at the mirror at myself, recalling how it was and feel pity for myself, a pathetic fool.
I remember approaching the wicket of their house. He was already waiting for me. Must have locked his dog, so it did not bark. Opened the wicket looking around, took me by the hand as if afraid that I?d run away, and led me to the house. The rest was as if in semi-consciousness.
There was no defloration feast. He made me sit on the bed, as if that was the only place you can offer to sit on to a girl that came to see you. His hands were shaking, he could hardly cope with my hooks and buttons.
- Why did you put that much on? ? he asked irritated.
If he knew how long it had taken me to dress up, examining each item, thinking of him seeing it on me, and taking it off. But he did not bother taking it all off me. So I entered the adult life in my stockings, bra and my slip. The slip suffered the most. I washed the bed sheet somehow, but the slip I had to put in a plastic bag and take with me. A home task.
So how did you feel, young lady?
For one thing it hurt, I must admit. And was embarrassing. Embarrassing to be naked, all that blood too.
What were you thinking of, young lady?
I remember this well. I thought I looked like a chicken on the frying pan a lot. Legs spread wide the same way, and as hopeless. Also, I thought what would my mother have said if she?d seen me at it.
What did you want most, young lady?
Most of all I wanted him to stop, I even asked him to, in return he began twitching even sharper, whispering incoherently something like ?now, now, no you can?t like this, hold on, I can?t stop now, now, I am soon?. So I held on. His distorted face told me that he was finishing, but I did not feel anything but pain inside me.
What were you most afraid of, young lady?
To become pregnant. All his stories about being careful were just stories. He did what he wanted, not even thinking of me. I puffed over my calendar for a while until I made sure I was just lucky.
Anything personal you would like to add, young lady?

Natalia Sh.   view profile 

They say that spring is a love season. What if love comes to you in winter? Like to myself. I am in love. Big time. I have not even expected it from myself. Mishka and everything connected to him is all so far far away now, as if it did not happen to me at all. I am in love with Igor. He is so cute. How come I did not notice that before? We see each other every day. With Misha we did not go out much, just huddled up in dark corners. With Igor we go everywhere. There is not much fun in winter, but we have been to the Hermitage, museums, symphony concert, theaters, all kinds of exhibitions.

We behave badly everywhere. We kissed behind a statue of an ancient Greek, who was not modest either, so to say, since he was naked. I was dodging Igor?s lips laughing when I poked my nose into the Greek?s dick, hanging down like a sad sausage. At the concert Igor took my hand in his, and we set like that, some babushka did not like it, and when he put his hand on my knee, the old cow began hissing something about Rachmaninov, modesty, etc. Igor took his hand off. We laughed. At the Soviet era graphics exhibition we became really impudent, went to the far room, there was no one there, just us and painted communist-way shock-workers looking at us strictly all with their hammers, rakes and choppers. And there under the close gazes of Stakhanovtsy and Cheluskintsy we began kissing quietly first, then Igor began caressing my breasts through the sweater, I did not mind at all, then I felt his hands on my thighs under my skirt, he stroked my legs from below upwards, and my thighs were bare all the way up to my panties. I had no strength to mind, I wanted him to touch me there, I wanted his kisses, his love.
We saw each other every night, his hands, his fingers made me quiver and old worries began haunting me. I decided to give myself to Igor. I wanted everything to be for real. We love each other. We torture each other with caresses. But maybe this is not good to be using only hands and fingers all the time. I want the real thing ? I whispered to myself, I want all. And began making plans. Since we are both inexperienced, I have to totally rely upon my calendar. It said from December 3d to 10th. Guaranteed. So the question is where? For real means in bed, means at home. His place? Should I say, let me come to your place? Does not sound good. At friends?? I do not have friends I can trust so much. Besides, everybody would know about it at once. So, my place only. I looked at the calendar not able to think of anything. Mother was at home most of the time. Suddenly the 5th date caught my eye again. God, this is it! The fifth ? aunt Sveta?s birthday. Parents would go celebrate it to her place. Usually they take me with them, but this time I can pretend ill, I can do it well. La-la-la! So, be it! Decided!
This was how I approached the issue ? calm and businesslike!
And everything went just beautifully. Nothing compared with that horror I survived with Mishka. Beat the fingers too, I must say. He did it to me twice, and both times I felt what absolutely no words can describe.
Am I shameless?
No way.
?What is natural is not ugly.? ? that what our history teacher used to say, when we giggled at David and Michelangelo when we were kids. So what we did with Igor, was very natural and not ugly. Why am writing all this? Because we made a deal. I cannot hold back saying how much I liked it. Yes, I did like it a lot.

Dianna L.   view profile 

I found a mother?s vibrator in the wardrobe once. Before that event I was not really much bothered with sex (just collected posters of actors and ?boy? groups). But here? Basically, I held a man?s cock in my hand. That was an astounding experience. Obviously, I understood the what the purpose of that thing was at once (I was a big girl already). At first I felt sort of aversion: my mother was doing this!

We lived with her alone and I had not thought that a lonely woman needed to unload sexual tension too. Do not know what she had been thinking about when she left this thing in the wardrobe. Did she think that I never open it? Or did she do it deliberately? For what reason, if so?
When I dug the thing out from under the pile of linen for the first time, I blushed and stuck it back straight away. But could not stop thinking of it. After a while my indignation and embarrassment subsided and was superceded by curiosity. The following several days I would dig into the wardrobe frequently to check if it was still there. Finally, I took it in my hand once and examined it carefully.
The thing attracted and exited me inexplicably ? and embarrassed me at the same time. It gave me a kind of strange aching feeling ? must have been my first sexual sensation. Despite the fact that it looked pretty repulsive to me, I felt like stroking that thing. When I made myself finally do it, suddenly an image of one of the Ivanushkies emerged in my head (I know it sounds stupid, but true).
?I must have spent many hours combined studying the thing, and each time I liked it more and more. I even risked pressing the button once ? I felt vibration and heard it buzz. I had heard the sound pretty often before, from behind the bathroom door, when my mother went for a shower. Only, I have never thought of its nature. Now, when I heard this sound from behind the door, my heart sank, and I could hardly breathe with excitement, because I knew what was going on the bathroom exactly and imagined in my thoughts how it happened. The feeling I felt was not really a pleasant one. As if I was jealous of this vibrator! :-) Or my mother? Do not know.
Despite all my hesitations finally came a day when I decided to try it for myself. Honestly speaking I wanted to try it very much. First time I did it sitting on a chair, not taking my panties off, just pressing the edge of the tool to the chair with my pussy. Having turned it on I did not feel any pleasure at first, but in few minutes I felt waves of pleasure that frightened me at first. I turned it off and did not risk touching it for a few days.
But then gave up and repeated my experiment? And stayed longer? Then I experimented with my panties off. Later there were more experiments ? standing up, lying ? all kinds of positions? Pretty soon I was able to handle the tool without embarrassment, learned how to add extra rhythm to vibrations. For some time I did not dare to cross a certain line ? I was scared by the swift upsurge of emotions. I just could not imagine what was past that line and was afraid of crossing it.
Having reached a certain point I would switch the vibrator off, give myself a break, then turn it on again? But curiosity took the upper hand once and I decided to cross the border ? no matter what? Somehow I knew that it had to come to a sort of an end. The sensation just could not keep growing forever. I gave myself a word to endure to the end - and I was never sorry of it. Past that border there was my first orgasm that scared the shit out of me, but I wanted to repeat it pretty soon? Somehow, it has always been my nature ? I am scared at first, then I want to do it again. :-)
For three years I shared ?lover? with my mother. But I had never given her any reason to suspect anything. I even contemplated loosing my virginity with the help of my ?mechanical friend? (a few times on the edge of orgasm I felt an irresistible desire to push it inside). But then I came across a cute boy who took care of my problem :). Basically, that guy cured my ?vibrodependence?. He turned out to be a skillful lover and found a receptive and motivated pupil in me (thanks to the three years of my solo sexual experimenting). He taught me so many interesting things that real life sex eclipsed all former joys?
But I think that my first sexual experience made serious positive influence on me. If it had not been for this experience, if I had no prior sex-related k

Dianna L.   view profile 

First real orgasm? Depends on what you mean exactly. Banal shiver above knees is pretty standard stuff, I get it after a second kiss on the neck. But sky in diamonds? Took me a while, do not want to specify how many men? I met that guy about half a year ago, Ares. Strange name, maybe a nickname, who cares...

It was in Nostalgia bar getting drunk on cheap cognac, people seemed to float by in a bluish cigarette smoke. Cold and objective observer each of us has inside had already reminded me more than once that it was time to hit the road, I was going to get myself into trouble. Having told my second ego to get lost I ordered another shot.
- I love this pussy! ? said a voice above my ear, - Come dance with me, baby.
A strong hand pulled me up. I raised my head to see a big guy with muddy eyes. I was not really that drunk to give myself to such an ape.
- Lay off, asshole, - my standard response in such a case. Maybe not the best one.
- You slut! ? he pulled at my sleeve. I could not keep my balance and fell on the floor.
- Let go of her, - all I was able to see from below was a pair of good shoes of pretty big size.
To my surprise, there was not much of a response from the drunk asshole. He somehow lost his courage and just mumbled:
- I?well? sort of?
- Get lost, - the voice was calm and imperturbable. Then its owner bent over and gave me a hand, - get up, beauty, let?s get out of here.
My savior turned out to be a young man in his 30s, wearing a long coat and a hat.
?A cross of a cowboy and musketeer? ? I said to myself. I am not sure, but I thought I noticed a gun in his other hand as he slipped it into his pocket. You cannot beat such an argument, can you?
Outside in the cold air I began to sober up quickly. We walked half a kilometer to my house, the brandy I drank gave me a nasty taste in my mouth. We stopped at the tobacconist?s, I got me a pack of Marlboro lights.
- So, what was a girl like you doing in that joint? ? he asked me pensively, - there are plenty of decent places around. I myself was looking for a friend there. But you?
- Getting pissed, - I growled out, wrapping myself up in a jacket: it was freezing, - broke up with my boyfriend, a rare asshole? Sorry, I do not think I should be imposing that on you.
- Go on, - he shrugged his shoulder, - I do not really care, but you might need to share.
I was carried away. I told a complete stranger about every piece of crap I had to deal with in the last two months.
It happened naturally that I let him in. In an hour and a half, when my word flow went dry, I sobbed quietly and dried my eyes.
- Well, I grew weak and limp? Sorry, that is embarrassing.
He lifted himself from the armchair, noiselessly.
- Do you have coffee? I?ll make some.
I nodded my head towards the kitchen door.
- On the table there. Coffee and the machine.

Veta G.   view profile 

It still hurts to recall my fist sexual experience. Probably it was my mistake. I lived to the 3d year in college not knowing what love and sex were. I lived in a student hostel and every day girls were boasting of their sexual adventures and shared their plans for future marriages. They were speaking of sex all the time, delightedly described everything in details, comparing guys to each other.

I was like a white crow among them, and under the influence of their stories by my third year in college loosing virginity became an idee fixe for me. I am quite a reserved person by nature and making friends with guys had never been easy for me, and when conversation switched to sex, I would just wither like a flower.
My roommates, knowing of my problems, once decided to help me out. Their idea was to talk to some guy they new and ask him to take my virginity. This way it would make everything much easier for me ? I did not have to enter into relationships with somebody, all I had to do was lay down, spread my legs.
Selection of a proper ?bridegroom? for me took a while, with a lot of heated discussions. The girls knew very well all the merits and drawbacks of the main players in the field including their sizes and ?technical characteristics?. So, wishing well, they finally selected a very well endowed ?bridegroom? for me, of whom it was known that his tool is hard and reliable, so that he can brake me at once without unnecessary torment. Although it all turned out differently.
They arrange a room for us, the young men arrived; I had seen him briefly before a couple of times. We finished a bottle of martini but did not become any closer. I was still embarrassed and he was visibly bored and waiting for us to finally start what he had come here for. At last he broke the ice by ?proposing? to me. Somewhat like: ?So, well, give it to me, will you or what?? So, I had to ?give??

Veta G.   view profile 

Once a remote relative invited herself to be my guest and took her nephew along ? a schoolboy. They wanted to see Moscow. Cannot say that I was happy about it, but felt uneasy to refuse. So, on spring school vacations they arrived and settled in my tiny single room flat. The relative of mine obviously spent her days shopping, and Yurka, nephew, basically stayed in most of the time.

I must say that living alone I was used to feel no need to restrain myself in any way when I was at home, and did not feel like making any exceptions to my routine because of guests ? that was why at home I walked around wearing just a robe with nothing beneath.
Once Yurka was lying on the sofa, reading a book. At that moment the phone ran, I picked it up and stood talking. Automatically I put my foot on the edge of the sofa as I was used to doing while talking. Talking, somewhat in the middle of the conversation, I threw a glance at Yurka and noticed that he was not reading anymore, but looking at me over his book stealthily ? below my waist.
Having glanced at the opposite mirror, I saw that the flaps of my robe parted so that he could clearly see my thigh and even part of the pubis. Most likely he could see even more from below, however, for some reason that did not embarrass me at all, but even excited me in a weird way.
Maybe the reason was that I had always felt so bashful with men, and my first sexual experience made me even fear men. And he was not a man. A student? Same as a dozen of other boys in my class. The ones that were afraid of me, ones I could make shudder. I could not possibly be afraid of that boy, even though his clearly man-like interest in me was obvious?
Muddled, is not it? Anyway, I did not put my foot down. I tried not to look at him, but physically felt his look, that? I do not know? a kind of tickled me, but I was not afraid of it, moreover, I liked it.
Those 15 minutes on the phone and an hour of rumination that followed changed me a lot. I sort of began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I felt myself a woman, who is desired by a man and is not afraid of it.
I know many would think it strange. But for me realizing that was very important. As if the chains that had held me down for years were cast off. I felt an urge to act. Within an hour I began to feel myself a real hunter. And Yurka was doomed to be my first prey. Only I was not sure where to begin.
While I was thinking Yurka went to the bathroom. I was very suspicious of the reason. Before, if I?d guess anything like that, it would not go any further than just guessing. But now I felt decisive, even impertinent. Having waited for 5 minutes, I took a stool and put it by the wall separating the kitchen and bathroom. Stood on it so that I could see through the little window on top.
I guessed right! He was not washing. The water was running, but he was sitting on the edge of the tub and ? masturbating. He was so much involved in what he was doing that could not take his eyes off his hands and the thing he was clutching in them.

And I? was able to take a good look. I made sure that his size does not scare me (like it happened on that first time), but, on the contrary, I was pleased with it. In general, the sight of that crooked figure with penis in his hands made me feel tenderness towards him, and excited me at the same time.
I understood that he was ?having? me in his imagination right now. I watched not able to take my eyes of the sight until he finished. And the more I watched the stronger became the urge and the surge of desire. When he left the bathroom, I went to the shower myself, and finally decided what I was going to do.
I went out of the bathroom in a robe with nothing underneath as usual, only this time I did not button it, just rapped myself in it. Yurka was back to the sofa. I laid by his side and began to pull at him playfully, pinch and tickle. He joined me in the game and began to respond alike, so that we began to romp and struggle on the sofa.
Naturally, the folds of my robe parted many times as if by an accident. At certain moments Yurka could see and saw everything, but I pretend to pay no attention to it. I looked at his pants stealthily and saw them acquiring the required shape in the proper place. I choose a moment and grabbed him there and squeeze. That was it! ?What is this?? ? I asked in a strict teacher?s tone, he was silent, not able to take his eyes of me.
We were standing on your knees in front of each other, folds of my robe were hanging down loosely ? I was all open. He did not struggle when I began to unbutton his pants. With a single jerk I pulled his pants all the way down to his knees. In another second his gentle ?treasure? was in my hands.
He gasped for air at my touch, then dared putting his hands on my waist, stroked me upwards, to my breasts? Standing on our knees we caressed each other for a while, then I took what was left of his clothes off, pushed him down to his side, took him in my arms? Turned over on my back, pulled him on top of myself, adjusted my body under his and helped him with my hand to the right direction?
I must say that I really liked that experience (as for him, he liked it even better). Our sizes fit perfectly. It did not hurt me at all, moreover, the movement inside, stimulated and increased my excitement. The situation being acute, unusual and ?forbidden? turned me on like crazy.
At first I lead, but Yurka turned out to be a gifted and insatiable student? Before aunt came he ?tumbled? me three more times and was so enthusiastic about it, that I was able to just relax and enjoy the process?
The following week, until they left, we just did not get out of bed. Having barely waited for the aunt to leave, Yurka would jump into my bed naked, even if I was asleep yet. Often his impatient movements woke me up ? not caring about my sleep, he would settle between my legs and get down to business, urged by the morning erection. Those were wonderful days. Time when I felt myself a real woman.
Their departure did not upset me much however. I was aware of the fact that it could not possibly last for long, besides, in my thoughts I was already searching for the new ?victim?. That was a student from my class. I had noticed the way he looked at me before, but had never thought of anything like that before. But things were different now ? I had an experience, skills, and most important, - desire.
I had no idea of how to seduce him, so I just acted hoping to encourage him and attach to myself. Smiles, eyes to eyes, softer voice when talking to him, unlike that with other students? Once, he waited for me after the classes and saw me home, dizzy with happiness?
I do not know if this would turn into something at all, but it all was decided by his mother ? in most unexpected and unusual way. I must say, that Olezhka?s parents were ?new Russians? and it was his last year at our school ? he was joining a prestigious college next year.

So at the end of April his mother came to talk to me ? a cynical and strict businesswoman. That time she was unusually polite. Without much ado, she said that there was a problem ? her Oleg was in love with me. That was why he refused to leave school, while them, parents, had serious plans concerning his future. I was ready to hear a strict lecture about ?stop, cease and desist forever?.
But her intentions turned out to be quite different. After certain beating round the bush and ?testing the water? (?you are an unattached single woman? teacher?s salary is so low? Olezhka has an excellent future? this little problem? on a personal level you could help? we would have been very grateful??) was able to formulate a concrete offer.
She was asking me to have sex with her son!! She thought that in the remaining month before summer vacations he would ?be sated with me? completely and loose interest. Then summer time, three month abroad? and everything would be forgotten. As a compensation she for ?moral costs? she promised me a huge (for me) amount of money. If only she had known that that was exactly what I was dreaming of without any compensation!
So we talked for three hours, shared and cried? and made a deal. Alezhka was to become my apprentice for a month.
One of those days I allowed him to see me home again, then invited him in, we had tea and talked, time flew? It was getting late to go home. I suggested he called his mother and asked for a permission to stay at my place. He did, and of course, permission was granted?
We have a sofa to share (there is nothing else in my room)? I come out of the bathroom, drop my robe, lay down? He is dumbfounded, he sees the whole of me? He knows I am by his side naked, we whisper about insignificant things. Our heads touch first? then hands touch each others bodies as if by accident? then we fold each other in arms openly? kisses? Next second he is paralyzed by the touch of my fingers? so am I, sensing that hot substance trembling with desire? Then movements of our bodies, heavy breathing, first clumsy penetration?
That was a wonderful month. But his mother was right. By the end of May the guy began to see things more soberly. I think he even left for summer vacation with relieve. We exchanged a few phone calls later, but never saw each other.
His mother?s gratitude knew no limits. Financially I was secure for two years ahead. Besides she made me feel a kind of lady Godiva. ?You made such a sacrifice for us, such a sacrifice?? No matter what it sounded I understood the falsity of those praises. Most likely she just thought me to be an ordinary whore.
I was not really surprised when not long ago another woman called me on the phone. Having introduced herself as a friend of Oleg?s mother, she also began from afar. Her son neglects school? problems of transition age? (well, you know what I mean)? I was told you can give an advice? can we meet, talk? - familiar scenario.
So, I do not work at school anymore ? I do not have to. I am a very special specialist in upbringing of teenagers now. My phone number is passed from mother to mother secretly as an utmost treasure. I do not take every job, I charge a lot, but do a great job. And feel myself in full harmony with life.

Zoya O.   view profile 

I was very lucky to find this job I have now. I just got it not so long ago. It pays well and it is only 5 minutes walk from the flat we rent with my boyfriend. When I heard of the vacancy, I knew from the very start I must get this job, either all or nothing! I examined myself in the mirror before going there. Basically, I looked good with all the makeup and stuff. Long hair, I am not really tall, but my legs are long, sexy butt, breasts are not very big, just the right size! I put my best trouser-suit on and went for the interview.

It turned out to be not scary at all, I was welcomed by a pleasant looking guy, about 35, deputy director. We talked just fine, he described me my job, told about the bar and offered me to sign a contract. I was in the seventh heaven! Signed it all without reading, always thought it to be no more than a formality. Alexy, that was the deputy director?s name, offered me a drink of Baillie?s to celebrate, I agreed. He told me that their business was a small one, about 10 people all together, all were close, like a team, or more like a family, everybody busy, rushing around. They treated girls very well, there were not so many of us, so we were very much appreciated. He dwelled on the dress code a bit, jokingly. Nothing official, I took it. The shorter the skirt, the better, he joked, feel free with the top too. He was saying all that as a joke, so I was a little confused if he was serious or not. But I left his office with an easy heart! At last! Work tomorrow!
In the morning I woke up happily, my first working day!!! I decided to do as the boss said. Put a short skirt and a thin top on. I was warmly received and all my worries disappeared. It was a week day, so we were not very busy, more like having fun. Anyway, I got home tired and happy. The week went by and Friday came. Friday happened to be Alexy?s birthday. Everybody loved the boss, and gave him a lot of presents. Alexy invited everybody to stay for a little party after customers left. I could not refuse. I called my boyfriend and told him I would stay late.

So, at night we put tables together and gathered around. There were not so many girls, so everybody treated us with extra attention. I felt happy. Some started to leave pretty soon, but I felt so good that did not feel like leaving at all, we danced, drank and had fun. I must have got carried away, soon it was only me and another waitress Natashka, a cute blonde about my age, Alexy and four other guys left. Guys were nice and funny, all about 30? Natashka was pretty drunk too and drank ?Bruderschaft? with the boss. She kept saying how she loved him and congratulated him from the bottom of her heart. How about dancing a striptease on the table for me for a present? He said it as a joke, but she went for it eagerly, to my surprise.
She was helped to the table, the music was on and she started to dance. Natashka was a sexy girl with good body and she was married, but it did not seem to bother her much. I saw one of the guys taking a camera out. Nata did not see it, she was carried away by her dance and had already unbuttoned her blouse showing a snow-white bra that held rather impressive breasts. I was pretty surprised, so that I did not realize at first when somebody shouted ?Why Zoya is not dancing too?? that he meant me.
Three pairs of hands caught me up and placed on the table. I was a little bit embarrassed, I did not mean to go that far, but it was too late to back up. Besides, Alexy, who was pretty drunk too, asked me if I was going to make him a present too? I was grateful to him indeed, besides Natashka had already thrown off her skirt, showing everybody her panties, plus the alcohol I drank, so it was desided?

In a second, I took my blouse off to the music and remained in a small top I was wearing instead of a bra. Natakha was performing something crazy, I took the hang of it and took my skirt off too, wearing just my panties, top and high healed shoes only. Natashka was almost naked already, her bra flew to the guys. I was only going to take my top off when the music stopped. There were loud cheers! Guys took Natasha off the table, she had only tiny panties on, Lesha helped me down and kissed on the lips tenderly, thankful.
I wanted to put my clothes back on, but Alexy said that they had ordered a sauna nearby and we all were going there! He would not take No for an answer! Me and Nata tried to protest, but they poured us a glass of vodka each and made us drink to boss?s health and then just took us in their arms and carried to the car. I barely managed to grab my clothes. I was already able to imagine at that point what it could possible come down to, but the situation was beyond my control. They put us in the cars and took to sauna.
The security guy looked at us with Natashka playfully and grinned. The fun continued in the sauna. Natakha seemed to be not embarrassed by the way she looked at all, actually, I got used to it too! There was a slow dance soon, Alexy invited me, my head was spinning. We kissed, I found myself stark naked soon?

No this was not right, I sort of woke up, he looked at me, downwards, hey baby, you are pretty hairy down there, need to be shaved first! That was pretty cheeky of him, I was lost for words, I had not shaved my pussy for long time indeed. I could not possible imagine it would get that far! Without saying anything he brought me back into the room where everybody was. Natka was stark naked already too and two guys were feeling her, others drank peacefully. Lesha said they were about to see a show as he was going to shave Zoya?s little pussy.
I was put on the table, I tried to resist, but several hands were holding me down tight. They spread my legs very wide and spread some shaving cream over my pubic hair. Lesha was stroking my clit doing that, I got really horny! The fact that I was stark naked with my legs spread wide on the table in front of 5 drunk guys did not bother me a bit any more. The guys that were about to shave my pussy. Everything became unimportant to me, nobody was holding me down anymore, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it!

The razor was surprisingly smooth, somebody?s fingers were massaging my clit. I felt so horny that would give anything to get fucked at last. Finally he finished, wiped me with a towel, I looked down at myself, saw an absolutely bare cunt, only a little en brosse on the pubis. He pulled his pants down and entered me at last! I must have come straight away, orgasm shook my body. He went on fucking me orderly, in the corner of my eye I saw Natka sucking a guy?s cock while another one was entering her from behind.
The two others were standing indecisively, wanking their cocks. As soon as Lesha shoot his load on my belly, both came up to me. One stuck it into my vagina, another one grabbed my hair and stuffed his cock deep in my throat. I even choked on it, tried to break free, but he held my hair tight, so I could not do much. The first one began working his piston in me in and out ferociously. I felt awful and closed my eyes? and began seeing scenes from a porn movie I had seen with my boyfriend not long ago. There was that whore on the table in the movie and several men took turns fucking her. I had even thought to myself then, what kind of slut the woman must be to allow herself being treated like that. Now, myself, a fairly good girl and a faithful girlfriend, spread on the table and being fucked my the guys I hardly knew.

Those pictures span in front of my eyes and got a reverse effect on me, I became horny as I had never been before. Some kind of animal lust woke up in me. I wanted to be hurt, treated badly? I began sucking cock greedily and pumping my thighs catching the rhythm of the guy fucking me? The little whore got the taste for it, men laughed?
One of them discharged in my mouth so big a load that I nearly choked and spilled some of his cum over my chin? what a slut, said a man who came in me and rubbed his sperm into my breasts. It did not take long for another one to come, he shoot on my belly? I was lying all in sperm, my legs spread wide, with a stupid smile on my face? watching Natashka being fucked. They fucked her in some unimaginable position simultaneously in her ass and pussy. She yelled like crazy either of pain or rapture? the sight made me horny again and I began to pluck at my clit again.
Hey, you little slut, want more, Lesha looked at me. Yes, enter me, I begged? but he ignored me. Fuck me, please, I almost begged, then he took a big fresh cucumber and stuck it in me. Nothing of that length had ever entered me before and I came profusely after a few thrusts. We were fucked all night long until the dawn break, and, honestly, I lost count of my orgasms. Only in the morning they let us go and Lesha said I could have a day off that Saturday. This was how my life at new job began.

Janna R.   view profile 

I had my first orgasm about a year ago. I have been through several romantic relationships already. It happened so that all the relationships I had were serious relationships in full sense of the word ? long courting, goodbyes on the porch, confessions of love, long way before the bed?

Men have always treated me with care and respect, maybe because I am so slim and fragile. Maybe because it has been them seeking my favor, and once they gained it, they were afraid of loosing it.
When we ended up in bed eventually, they were very tender and gentle with me, as if afraid to break a crystal vase. Probably, because our relationships had developed in exalted way, they were afraid to seem ?vulgar? or ?animal-like? in bed. I enjoyed sex, but never showed much initiative myself. Although, I tried a lot out of curiosity, like different positions and oral sex.
Once there appeared a new young man among my acquaintances. I did not like him from the very beginning. He was handsome, but too self-centered. What irritated me in him most was his condescending attitude towards other people, as if he was the one who knew the absolute truth, while everyone else was not aware of the simplest things.

However, he was not deprived of intelligence, and quite often I had to admit that his cynical and caustic remarks were in fact pretty much to the point. As for women, he treated them as if they all had been lying at his feet, and he just did not bother to move a finger?
We fought from the very beginning, often our arguments turned out pretty bitter. I tried not to give in and often got involved in a squabble with him, no matter what the subject was. Gradually, I grew to liking our arguments. He was interesting to be with. His thoughts were always rather original, and he was an interesting company. I learned a lot from him.
Having stayed late at some friends? place, we often continued our conversations on the way home. And ? damn it! ? it always happened to be me who saw him home, trying to prove my point hotly on the way. For the first time in my life I was seeing somebody home myself!
Nevertheless (strange as it may seem) I was becoming more interested in him as in a man. Once I literally invited myself to a cup of coffee at his place so that we could continue our argument. We had coffee, talked? I was getting ready to leave, on my way out.

Jenia L.   view profile 

I had my really first really outstanding sex a couple of weeks ago. That cold day we were having a party in a small caf? in a semi-cellar, where there was hardly enough room for all of us. Those who could not find a place inside, went for a smoke outside and stayed there for long time talking. Obviously they talked about computers, what else could programmers talk about having access to plenty of beer and eager to show their intelligence and rudimentary brains to girls?

- To the beautiful sex! ? clicking of glasses, noise and cheers. Third drink to love, as usual, the weaker ones began seeking girls? acquaintance.
Having no inclination to make some new drunk friends I flew upstairs and had a cigarette by the entrance. Long Sashka from my class was French kissing a girl I did not know. Seemed they had just met. Three guys wearing ties were pouring vodka into glasses on the stairway ? I had seen them before, but had not had the privilege of their acquaintance.
There were about 20 people all together, shouting discussing something computer-related, telling jokes, dirty ones, of course. Life was in full swing, vodka was catching up with it.
I puffed at my cig for the last time, and was about to go back down, planning to dance some more, when guys began greeting somebody in a chorus:
- Mishka, hi, Mishka, how you?re doing?
A big guy, about 25, was crossing the street in a rapid confident gait wearing a coat that was unbuttoned, revealing a bright orange tie on his broad chest.
The guy shook hands with some of the guys at the entrance, kissed a few girls on the cheek and passed by me. A wave of strong cologne smell hit me on the nose, ticking my nostrils tartly.
The guy gave me a look as we were going down simultaneously. His eyes dwelled on me a bit longer than they were supposed to. I gave him my coldest aloof look ? he seemed too cock-sure to me. He left me behind then offered me a hand, as if automatically.
The stairs were rather steep indeed, I leaned on his hand that felt horny, rough and cold. Ok, now he is going to attempt to start a conversation, playing his biceps and exhibiting total absence of any abilities to put a couple of coherent words together.
But, spitting into the depth of my pride, the guy, having reached the bottom of the stairs, let go of my hand, open the door for me, let me go first and flew inside the café like a heavy fireball, making his way through the dancing crowd to the bar.
I was anticipating him to start conversation so much that just stood there with my mouth open and my head turned at the most interesting angle to him. When I realized that nothing was going to happen, he was already away from me, shaking hands and tapping shoulders.
Then friends span me in wild shaman-like dance and I almost forgot him, he was out of my sight absorbed by a company of other guys at the far table. By their unshaved look and glasses one could easily tell that all of them were programmers. I saw him laughing, jerking up his head, and telling something, explaining to the guys.
Party went on, the dance floor was packed, no place at the tables either, new people were coming.
Somebody collected money, went to get more vodka for the tenth time, there were beer puddles on the tables, and no room left for empty bottles, they were just being pushed aside.
Music drowned in shouts, a company was singing in the corner, tables were pushed together gradually. Sashka, the guy from my class came back from outside, invited me to dance. His girl danced with another guy, leaning against him indecently.
Then I danced with some attractive looking guy wearing spectacles, then a blond guy of basketball height. I was new to that kind of gatherings and saw most people for the first time.