 - When did you first become aware of a desire to stimulate yourself sexually? What triggered it? How did you do it? How did you feel? Did you have to hide it from others? How did it influence your further sexual life?
Everybody who can remember summer vocations at the end of childhood, would agree that apart from dolls, puppies and touch-last and lots of other things, there was sex as well. One thing did not interfere with another, the secret and the obvious never really overlapped.
When my friend Natasha came back after a month in a summer camp, she told me that they had 'felt each other' with other boys and girls. I understood what she meant, but nevertheless asked her for explanation. She said they touched each other everywhere. I asked what she meant by everywhere. She said boys touched girls' tits and pussies and they touched boys' cocks.
I began to feel hot in my vagina, I even felt my vulva a kind of twitching, as if muscles contracted. I became short of breathe, my sight grew dim and I started asking some stupid questions, just to hear her talking of the dirty and shameful. But Natasha said she had to go, that her mother was going to Moscow that night and I could come to her place and we could watch TV together.
Despite the fact that the interesting topic was closed, I somehow understood that it was to be continued (or maybe I was just hoping it would). We watched TV for a while at her place. I already began to think that nothing was going to happen, when she took a rug and spread it out under the big round table, covered with a hanging table-cloth, making a sort of intimate closet out of it.
We got under the table and started giggling there. Natasha started tickling me, touched my breasts several times, and tried to raise my skirt. Under different circumstances I would have asked her if she had gone mad, but I did not say anything then. Then she said: 'Show me what your tits look like.' I asked her to show me hers first, we wrangled for a while, but eventually I pulled my T-shirt up and shown her. She pulled up hers then, then took it off completely, then made me take off mine.
We set against each other looking at each others breasts. I still remember her breasts very well: pretty big even for her age, very resilient looking, white skin and big dark circles around the nipples. She started stroking herself, then pinching at her nipples, then took hold of her nipples and shook her breasts. We were both breathing heavily. I was waiting for us to start 'feeling each other', i.e. for her to start touching me.
She made me lie on my back and started working up my breasts, pitching at my nipples with her thumb and forefinger. My pussy was twitching and contracting, I thought I was going to pee myself, I was gasping for breath, Natasha's face was all red too. 'Are you horny?' she asked. 'I do not know' I answered. She took everything off, so did I. Her pubic hair was fair, mine was dark, we spread out legs and started rubbing each other with our pussies.
Then she asked me to suck her tits. I began to suck squeezing my hand between my legs. She ordered me to suck harder. I lost my head completely and asked her to suck me too. She began doing so, biting my nipples a little bit. I felt something pouring out of my vagina. At first I thought my periods started all of a sudden, but then looked at my hand, the liquid was limpid.
Then Natasha put her hand between my legs and started tapping on my clit lightly (I had not heard the word clit yet then). I heard a champing sound because I was all wet down there. She moistened my ass with my pussy juices. Then she started rubbing me there slowly inserting her finger in me.
I asked her not to do it, because I thought it embarrassing, but she would not stop. Then she stuck her finger deep down my ass and made several strong movements inside me. 'This is how Mishka will fuck you, but not in here' - she said - 'Let me show you how.' She ran to the kitchen and brought a cucumber. Then she lay down on her back and started stroking her clit, then raised her legs up in the air and inserted the cucumber between her legs. She was moving the cucumber in and out with one hand while rubbing her clit rhythmically with another.
Her eyes became glassy, face was red, she breathed heavily, almost shouting - Aaaaah! I understood that that was it - I did not know exactly what but was ready to yell along with her. Suddenly she made a wry face, then became soft, pulled the cucumber out and put it on the rug. I felt a sharp smell coming from the cucumber and another metallic smell mixed with it. I thought Natasha was going to insert the cucumber in me now, but she was tired and did not feel like continuing.
Actually, I did not know that defloration meant breaking of a hymen and was accompanied by bleeding. To tell the truth, I did not know that something was supposed to break there at all. I thought virginity can be lost only having sex with a man.
After that occasion I began to touch and caress myself regularly - pinched at my nipples and rubbed my clit. I figured out soon that this had to be done fast and with good rhythm, but it took me some time to reach orgasm though…
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