Anya Ye.   view profile 

I am Anya Ezhova. I have a boyfriend, he is a year older than me. We have not been close yet, I am afraid of it. He insists all the time, says he will be careful. But I am afraid. Also I am afraid that he will ditch me if I do not give it to him. Girls say, if a guy wants it so much, he can find somebody on the side. I am in love with Andrei and want him to be with me. We had a date yesterday, everything was as usual, shell I tell about it?

We agreed to meet at eight by the school. When I came he was already there. We walked for a while, it became dark, Andrei took me in his arms and we went to our place. A quiet corner we usually sit, where nobody disturbs us.
We set down and Andrei began to kiss me, his left hand was embracing me, his right hand was on my breast, he was undoing my blouse.
- Andryusha, don?t ? I whispered.
- Come on, don?t be silly, - he pushed his hand under my bra, touches the nipple of my breast.
- Andrei don?t.
He never listened to me, all my protesting was not more than just a ritual. He began French kissing me. His tongue was in my mouth. He let go of my breast, and I felt his hand on my knee.
I grabbed his hand, but he was stronger than me, his hand moved upwards, slid under my skirt, higher, higher, then, as if teasing me, went down a bit, then up again and I felt his fingers on my pubis, he was stroking me through my panties.
- Andryusha, stop it please, - almost crying I pull his hand down.
- What is the matter, I do not do anything, I am not even moving my hand.
- So don?t move it.
- I am not.
He kisses me again and my head spins.
- You promised not to move it.
- Well it is not made of stone, it moves on its own slightly.
- Sure, slightly.
- Your elastic is so tight.
- No, it is not.
- So why cannot I get my hand under it, then?
- Because you may not.
- Well I might yesterday, why not today?
We kiss again, finally his had made it under my elastic, I feel ticklish and excited, I press my legs tight together, he is persistent to move his fingers lower.
- Please, Anechka, please, please, let me?
- God, no, Andryusha, Andryusha, please stop it.
- Anyuta, don?t press your knees so tight, I love you, please, let me?
I have no more strength left, so I spread my legs slightly?
That very moment his hand rests on my, what shell I call it, Andrei calls it ?your little island?, may I stroke your island, he would say, so now my island is at his mercy.
He shifts his hand and his finger enters my little slit, I am dying.
I am dying, dying, dying?
I bury my nose on his neck, whisper something inarticulate, but am already moving myself on his finger, and unbearable, sweet convulsion transfix my body.

Anya Ye.   view profile 

What am I like? I look at myself in the mirror. Nothing special. Rather ordinary. Blue eyes. Straight fair hair, not curly, no matter what you do to it, it is straight again the next day. Nose, mouth, pretty ordinary. My teeth, well, teeth are good. My neck, neck is ok?

- Anya, somebody to see you.
- Who is it, mummy? ? I stop scrutinizing myself in the mirror.
- Somebody to see you.
I come out of my room and, shit, how could I forget that we agreed to go to the beach with Andrei, he must have waited for an hour and a half in the street, and came to my place eventually, is standing at the door now.
- Ah, hi, - I am trying to sound easy and natural, no big deal, a boy came to see me, so what?
- So, are you coming? ? he asks quietly.
- Mommy, I will go to the beach, - I shout to the kitchen.
- Sure, when are you back?
I look at Andrei.
He show me on his fingers.
- Six, mommy.
- You will get burned like crazy.
- We will hide from the sun, mummy.
- Ok, six it is.
- See you mummy!
I rush into my room, grab the swimsuit, hat.
Look at myself in the mirror, I have a short yellow dress on, I made it myself, it is called ?tatianka?. I had a showerin the morning, put fresh bra and panties, everything is cool, I make a face to the mirror, what a cutie, raise the hem of my dress, what classy legs I have, could they be any better, tousle my hair, hold on, Andruykha, I am coming.
- Take something for your head, - I hear from the kitchen.
- I already have.
A fire helmet and a feather in the ass, - I say to myself.
Mother comes out of the kitchen. She looks at me, I run up to her, give her a kiss, she is so nice, pity they have problems with father, they quarrel a lot, thinking of divorce, I feel pity for both of them.
- Be back in time, - mother repeats, closing the door behind us.
- Yes, see you, paka.

Anya Ye.   view profile 

My life is pretty boring. I am busy helping mother with everyday work all day long, then father comes, they begin fighting straight away, I go outside.
- Walking again? ? Sashke smiles behind a big hole in the fence.

- Again, uncle Sasha.
- Anyuta, I asked you last time not to call me uncle.
- Ok, uncle Sasha.
- Very funny.
I am not being funny. Last time we set almost until midnight. He was telling me about his unhappy life, his wife that ran away. Sympathized with me because my parents fight all the time. He asked me to call him just Sasha. I tried a few times, but today I do not seem to be comfortable with it again. I cannot tell him about my problems. Parents fighting that is one thing, but Andrei began to avoid me, that is even worse. He does not look me in the eyes anymore, does not come to dates. Happened twice already. I wish he did not lie at least, that he would come. Would be easier. I cannot tell Sasha about Andrei. As for the rest, I have somebody to share my problems with at least. So, let it be Sasha. He listens to me, I listen to him, we both feel better.
- Come on, get in, Anyuta.
He opens the gate, I slip inside. We go to the same place we set last time. It is a little bench just under the windows of his house. We sit down.
- It is getting dark so soon, - I say.
- The fall is coming, Anyuta.
I like it when he calls me Anyuta. Even Andrei does not call me it. Crickets began to sing. Very beautiful. We listen to them in silence.
- How do they do it? ? I ask.
- They rub their legs against their belly, there is a special resonator there.
- What?s a resonator?
- It is basically a cavity, which amplifies sound. Like in an old gramophone.
- How come you know all that?
- I am a lot older than you are.
- Is it a lot really?
- Of course a lot. I even remember when you were born, and your mother showed you from behind the fence. Swaddled. Only face visible.
- How old were you then?
- I was a teenager.
- You were already bringing girls in here.
- No I did not.
- Liar, you did, you did!
- Not here, there was no this bench then.
- So, where did you take them.
- We used to go to the embankment. But actually I have never been lucky with girls.
- Why so?

Anya Ye.   view profile 

I was happy to go back to school. At least some change in life. I almost have not seen anyone during summer and was surprised to see them changed. Natashka has grown such assets on her, guys just cannot take their eyes off them. Guys changed a lot too.

On the first of September everybody came dressed to kill. Snow white aprons. Beautiful shoes. Skirts so short, that all you can do in them is stand upright, if you bend forward, further undressing for an injection in the ass will be redundant, the whole butt is right there, in front of your eyes. If you sit, pulling the hem down and pressing the knees together do not help, it is useless and pointless, one should think of it at home and put decent panties on.
I can imagine the effect it produces on the boys.
My relations with Andrei all messed up completely. We have met only three or four times in summer. The most remarkable was the time on the beach in the dunes. We almost did it then? Almost. But for some reason Andrei began to avoid me after that. Was he offended because it happened that way? But was it my fault? Rather he could not make it. Maybe that was why he began to treat me differently? Also, they told me that he is seeing a girl from his class. Sad.
Although, I have an admirer now. Strange, but I even saw him in my dreams. I told him about it, he said that he saw me in his dreams as well. Although he refused to tell me his dream, when I asked him to tell more about it.
In the evening I often go to see him. Secretly. Is it really a secret? It seems that I am falling in love with him gradually. I am getting used to him. We sit on the same bench, sometimes for long time. At first we just sit and talk, than it happens so that we begin to kiss. He makes me sit on his lap and began stroking my breasts and my legs. He is obedient, I can stop him at any moment. Not like with Andrei. He even made me cry at times.
It is getting colder and several times he suggested we get inside for a cup of tea to warm up. I say No, I am afraid to go in.

Anya Ye.   view profile 

Strange things happen at school. Mishka was after Natashka in September. It was obvious. In November Igor started to see her. She seems to favor both. Mishka is after Katen?ka now. Dimochka is dating the new girl. Lyudka and Tolyan run to the back door stairway even between lessons. Lenka is making eyes at the physics teacher.

Everybody is in love.
No less problems at home. Father was away for a week. When he was back everything seemed ideal for a few days. Then a payday at work, celebration and everything went back to usual. I go to see Sashka at nights. Went to his place finally. Survived it. He is obedient. ?I won?t do anything against your will?. That was what he said. How far am I willing to go? I am not really sure. I like his caress, his attention. He began to give me presents, but I do not know what to do with them. Say, stockings. Beautiful and stylish. Mother will notice if I begin to wear them. Will ask where I got them from. What shell I say? Found them in the ladies room?
- Will you marry me? ? asks Sashka.
We are lying on his sofa. Sort of dressed, but everything on me is unbuttoned. What shell I say? To get married would mean to leave school. Next year. So what, I have enough of schooling basically. I am not a scholar, far from it. Education I got so far will suffice.

Galya R.   view profile 

It was in summer at the dacha. Do not remember how old I was then exactly. There was a crowd of us girls, we played detectives, that was our favorite game at the time. We invented it ourselves, it was about following the neighbors around secretly.

We would gather at somebody?s plot and waited for a passerby. As soon as somebody came up one of us girl would follow him secretly. Next girl would follow the next 'client' and so on. The mission was to follow all movements of ?the object? secretly and then share the information at the meeting. Rather unpretentious game, but we liked it somehow.
That day I am going to tell you about I had ?an object? - a young guy from one of the neighboring dachas. It was easy to spy on him, he walked through the village never turning around. He went past the fence and went towards the forest. That was strange, nobody went to that forest, there were no mushrooms or berries there ? what was the point of going? I was very curious ? what business could the guy possible have there? We knew the forest inside out, it was a rather small one, so I was not afraid to go there. I had to wait for the guy to disappear in the woods before I went in there myself, otherwise he might have noticed me.

Following him I quickly covered the distance separating the village from the woods, and began searching for him. I found him soon by the rustling of tree branches ? he wandered in young fir-tree thicket, as if looking for a particular spot. I dived into the thicket on all fours. It was more convenient to spy on him from below ? bottom branches of the fir trees dried off and I could see rather far, while he could not see me from above. I crawled under the firs for a while and soon I saw his legs, he was heading straight towards me!
I hid and was a little bit scared to tell the truth. He stopped very close to me, just two steps away and I saw the lower part of his body from his feet to the waist. He seemed to have found the spot he searched for, because he exhibited no intention to search further. I heard his strange nervous breathing and I saw him rubbing the front of his trousers with his left hand.

Then he unzipped his pants, they fell to the ground, and pulled his underpants down to his knees. What I saw shocked me. At first I thought I was disclosed and he was jeering at me (boys used to show us something for a second to make us girls blush). But then I understood that that was not the case. He was busy with a different thing.
The thing he had in hand did not resemble boys? ?little pendant?. His ?thing? stroke me not with its size only, but also with its power ? its aggressive, ?rampant? look. And the guy treated his thing as if it was another live creature ? separate from him ? stroked it, patted, shook it. (By the way, now I understand why men often associate their penis with a horse ? in the same way a man would probably stroke, pat and pull withers of his runner).

Then ?the ride? began. His hand was shaking fast, getting even faster, the rest of his ?things? shook to the rhythm of him movements? The guy began to moan softly, sighed and finally, having strained all his body, shoot weighty ?spittle? in my direction?
I cannot say I experienced sexual arousal observing the process. Everything happened all too soon. From the very beginning I was paralyzed with fear of being discovered, and shocked by the show developing fast in front of my eyes (had never seen anything like that before).
I remained on my knees under the tree for a while. When the guy left, I began coming back to my senses. I did not grasp everything and not at once, but it was clear that I encountered with that very ?forbidden? side, I heard about but never really considered seriously before.

Just to do this forbidden thing, the guy went into the woods, searched for a secluded spot? It was clear that he did not pee, but did something different, something special? Later I got out from under the fir tree, found and studied one of ?the spits?. Strange look and smell? I ran back skipping. The picture of what I had just seen, was spinning non-stop in my head, I was dying to share my story? Silly girl I told my friends everything. I felt like boasting my detective success, reporting the real adventure I witnessed. Sure, they listened to me with their mouths open, and my story was a great success. As a result everyone wanted to see it with their own eyes.

We hunted the guy down and when he went to the woods for a second time, the whole horde of girls followed him? Naturally, he could not but notice the whole crowd of girls following. So, he walked around a bit and left. And some began thinking me a liar after that, although I was telling pure truth.
Without doubt that occasion influenced me a lot. As if I grew several years at once. I began to understand adult conversations about sex. When guys used dirty words like ?hard-on?, ?wank? or ?cum? (thinking I did not understand) ? I knew exactly what they were talking about.
From that age it stopped being a forbidden secret for me and became something normal and ordinary. ?Been there, seen it?. Maybe that was why I did not have much fear or psychological problems when I started my sex life.

Katia L.   view profile 

I love sex and I love cheating. When a girl has two boyfriends and cannot make up her mind, the situation is extremely sexy in itself, when you cannot choose who you are going to date tonight? there are only 7 days in a week, so one of them will get less of me?

especially when they do not know each other, do not even guess, and both are so hot and horny? when you have to play games, keeping in mind all the time which perfume each of them likes? when they make love to me in a different way? when every night you fall asleep like a log, having barely touched the pillow, you are so exhausted, nevertheless feel horny all the time, non-stop... say when one of them proudly takes you out to the night club? and you already know a cozy corner there? pull him over there? he is surprised how I manage to find places like this everywhere? but I already was here only last week with another guy? only that time I was on my knees in front of him sucking him off for the first time in the evening, but this time I am spread out on the table, sticking up my butt lecherously, one thing in common it being my first time this night too? last time we played billiards, he talked me into it, I was wearing a tiny skirt? the whole night was on stake, I always try to sneak out before dawn?

I lost obviously, because the other one was gone for a week to another city?each night give yourself to one of them completely and get so much love and sex, that some people do not get in years? but you always have to remember where you should never go under any circumstances, which one of them likes black underwear better, and which one hates red? which of them likes me caressing his balls with my tongue, another one likes a hand job? which one likes to come on my breasts while another prefers to stay in my mouth until the last shot, and have me swallow? actually, no big deal if I confuse these things, I can be different, can?t I? sometimes when a date with one is cancelled for whatever reason, I cannot let the night get wasted? awful when I screw up myself and make two dates in one night? I have to split my time between them then, one before midnight, another one after?

and when after a long day you meet the guy, he jumps on you straight away, grabs your butt right in the street? crawl under you skirt right in the caf?? pulls you to the rest room, because he have not seen me for two days already? in a few minutes we get out of there together, so happy, with shiny eyes? no, I should not come to this caf? anymore, the waitress already gives me a nasty look? then to the movies, buy a single seat in the last row, and swear to the usher babushka that one seat is all we are going to occupy during the show? there are a few more couples like us in the theater, nobody cares for the movie, Bambi will do, all senses are concentrated in a single spot anyway, when I sit on his lap and he enters me so easily, because his sperm is still inside me from the caf?? and just hop on his lap a little bit, there are similar noises coming from everywhere, squeaking of the chair, spasmodic sigh; and explode on him biting my lip, he squeezes me so hard, nearly breaks my bones? and to hear his ?mmmmmmmm??

we are not going to see the movie to the end of course, because I am expected at another place, so I have to invent reasons and find excuses, so that he does not see me home, just get me a cab? check myself in the looking glass, shit, what a look? never mind, we will manage? only my panties will betray me, they are all wet through, will have to throw them away, pity, they were so cute, but to carry them around in a purse, soaking wet with sperm? it is even much sexier without them? and when a second guy in one night touches your butt and suddenly feels that you wear no panties? and see the bulge growing in his pants almost tearing them? only in another caf? I should not let him inside me straight away, should suck him first a bit, stroke his cock with my moist tongue, caress the whole of it, so as to make him loose control completely? actually can take him up my ass, wonderful idea? besides, he won?t be likely to put his hand between my pussy lips, but will hold me by the waist and stroke my back?

main thing is to turn myself the way that he does not see how sticky wet with somebody else?s sperm I am, but to make him want to take me in the ass, just my ass in particular and nothing else? yes, he is smart, my boy, he always understands what I want, he sticks it in so hard, that it scares me, what if he noticed something and want to hurt me now to punish?? for a few minutes he impales me with all his strength to the very depth of me? but when he comes inside me and I can make out ?oh, I feel so good with you, I love you? in his sigh, I explode like fireworks myself? and having walked out of another caf? toilet, after another glass of Martini, another endless orgasm night? falling into the bed, just barely making it home, and feel myself the happiest girl in the world? get up in the morning fresh and cheerful, run to the University, because there is a new boy in the class, with bottomless blue eyes that he would not take off me all day yesterday? probably, I should assign a night to a date with him?

Margarita F.   view profile 

One often hears about malicious stepfathers abusing their helpless stepdaughters. All those stories sound pretty similar to each other, as if carbon copies, seems the journalists invent them themselves to teach the public some morals. I want to tell about my experience. I had sexual relationships with my stepfather, but the kind that did me nothing but good, I think.

I do not remember my father, do not think I ever saw him. That bothered me a lot as a kid, because other children had fathers or ?uncles?. I worried because I thought us, me and mother, being somewhat defective. So, when ?our? man finally appeared in the house, I was happy.

Andrei (I just called him by name) was a nice guy, I liked him a lot, he accepted me as his own, loved mother and me equally - I saw it. The three of us where together all the time, at weekends we walked in the park, went to the movies. I accepted him as ?my man? pretty soon.
The only thing that cast a shadow over my joy was that at night, when I was sent to bed, a special ?night? life began in the house, and there was no place in it for me. We lived in a single room flat actually, and pretty often, not having enough time to fall asleep, I witnessed rather frank intimate scenes with mother?s and Andrei?s participation. I cannot say that I was shocked by them, on the contrary, I found them beautiful and exciting. For example when my mother straddled him, and with bated breath I watched the rhythmic movements of her beautiful body, he thrown back head with flowing hair?

I felt sort of offended by the blatant injustice. At daytime we all were equal, and that Man belonged equally to each of us. But at night I was left aside and he belonged to mother only! I decided to claim my rights.
Often Andrei stayed in late in the morning, having some rest after the night shift, while mother left for work. Having picked one of those days I settled in the bed with him, began pulling at him. When he woke up, I took off my panties, amounted him and began imitating the movements I saw my mother doing.

He slept naked, so it turned out to be almost for real! But he did not want to play that game with me and pushed me aside. I felt like crying, but got back on top of him. When he pushed me off him again, I burst into tears. He looked at me perplexed, when I started shouting out my claims, crying.
I must give him credit, he understood and his face softened. I understood he was thinking the situation over, looking for a way out. And he found it! First he told me that from now on the two of us were going to have our secret too, nobody should know about, even mother. That thing alone almost reconciled me with reality already. :) Then he explained me everything about sex and childbirth in detail. Not just told me, but showed everything on himself and me.

Margarita F.   view profile 

I had my first orgasm even before I lost my virginity, playing sexual games with my boyfriend. We lived in a two room flat then already. My room was adjacent to parents?, you could only enter mine having passed through theirs.

My boyfriend would come to see me and do home task together. That was an excuse to be honest. Mother and Andrei did not bother us or interfere in any way. But there was no lock on the door to my room and mother would pop in once in a while to offer us some tea. Those were the circumstances we had to love each other in.:) But that did not stop us.

Doing sums was naturally combined with most intimate games. Hands roamed, interweaved, crawled under the blouse, under the skirt, inside pants. We were obsessed with each other and I felt ready to do anything for my beloved one. So, in time, we got as far as oral sex.
And I got my first orgasm the first time I went down on him. It all must have clicked together. The fact that I saw my lover?s naked cock for the first time, before I knew it only to the touch, (and second time I saw a man?s cock in my life, after Andrei?s). The fact that I could really do something good to my lover (I saw how sensitively he reacted to my touch).

But most exciting thing was having parents behind the door, and hearing their voices. I just cannot imagine mother?s reaction if she?d seen me with cock in mouth. I knew that I got past the stage of childish pranks. And that feeling of ?point of no return? made me feel even closer to my boyfriend ? because all that was for him only!
Besides, working my lips and hands on him, I got in such a sweet sexual pace that ?came? even before my partner did. That was a kind of purely psychological orgasm ? without even touching my genitals. And that was how it stayed in my memory, not just because it was my first one. Never in my life have I had such an orgasm again.

Later I learned the big difference between physical and psychological orgasms. The physical one I would describe as ?powerful? or ?shattering?. But that one, my first one, was different ? rather ?sweet?, ?gentle? and ?piercingly sensuous?. I wish I could experience that again.

Laura Z.   view profile 

There was a time in my life when I began to feel the gap separating me from my older sister. The gap had an incarnation of big boys that spoke in low voices in her room. I wanted to share their company too. Sister did not mind at first. I noticed that she behaved differently when the guys were around. She laughed loudly, pulled at the guys jokingly. I understood of course which one of them she liked best.

Lenochka was in love with Sergey.
I could not help noticing how he covered sister?s hand with his. I saw their fingers engaged in some sort of quiet exciting wrestling. Seemed like sister wanted to take her hand away, but persistent Sergey?s fingers came on top of hers nevertheless. I also saw Sergey hugging Lenka, she tried to free herself, laughing, but not really trying. I knew how hard she could push when she did not like something! That was something different. Something excitingly sweet.
I was upset. I was hoping, my sister?s boyfriend will be very special, like a superhero, but Sergey turned out to be a pretty ordinary guy.
Soon they began to send me away from sister?s room. Unobtrusively at first. Surprisingly, Lena began to take initiative.
- Go check mail.
Being a good girl I went and check mail, wondering why they would need mail at six in the evening. Sister would put a paper aside without having looked at it. What was the point of my going?
- Go find the cat and bring it in.
I would go, find and bring just to get a new errand. There was one and only point in it: ?get lost?.
That I could not do. They wanted me out. I was bothering them. My sister, who was everything to me was alienating from me. I complained to mother, that she did not play with me. Her response was like a bolt from the blue. She said:
- Do not bother them. She is grown up. Play with girls your age.
That happened in the early autumn. Sister was at her last school year already. Almost all summer Sergey came to see her almost everyday. At night they walked for a long time. I did not hear her coming home.
One day she said that she was going to have a party the next day. ?Pity, parents do not take you with them? ? she added. We stayed at home with sister waiting for the guests ? her classmates.
Seven people came ? four guys and three girls, so with my Lena there were eight.
I was hoping there would be happy to see me. If fact they did pay a lot of attention to me at first. They put food and wine on the table and the party began. Then sister disconcerted me with a simple and cruel phrase:
- Get some to eat and go to bed.
To bed? Now, when it is so interesting here? I nearly cried.
What could I do? So, I ate with them and went to my room.
Sister pushed me at the back considerately.
No point resisting.