I enthusiastically read anonymous stories about what he was like - for the FIRST TIME. Sometimes I ask this from girls I know. Unfortunately, not everyone shares. Apparently there is nothing interesting about this. Most likely alcohol, a party and “I don’t remember a damn thing...”. Although there are exceptions. Such exceptions excite me. Of course, I myself remember how I lost my virginity myself... By today’s standards, this happened quite late. The girl’s name was Svetlana...
So, I myself grew up in the village. What is a boy in the village? And even in the 90s? This means not a moment of peace: dugouts; undermining; opening of heating mains; from morning to evening in the taiga; laying ski tracks on the hills; hunting bears in droves; production of cold weapons; scarecrows made from knitting needles; explosion bolts; magnesium-manganese in gasoline; sword fights with townsfolk; houses burned in retaliation; knitting needles with foam rubber in tubes; rods from engines from Magirus and Tatra for smooth-bore firearms; knives from electric locomotive engine valves; ninja stars from stators or from transformer windings; free purchase/sale of vodka and cigarettes; rural discos; fights outside the school and in clubs until there was blood; construction of a winter hut from a log in the forest; chipmunk and squirrel hunting; swimming in lakes after passing dredges; washing gold on mountain rivers; riding on diesel locomotives; competitions in UAZ cars stolen from parents through the forest; etc.
...There was something to do.
And therefore, the desire to squeeze girls in the gateways came late. The point is clear, the girls matured earlier, and why should they hunt bears with us, the boys, because from the age of 13-14 they already dreamed of giving in to their growing sexual impulses. What was used by older guys who either graduated from school or were students. It used to be that we would stand with the boys near some trailer (some of the people in our village lived in trailers or tanks converted into housing), where behind a curtain one silhouette would fuck another. And they watched which of the girls would come out and who was lucky today. And our classmates, who were fourteen or fifteen years old, came out.
Such a gap always remained. While I was at school, things didn’t go further than clamping (bears were still waiting for me in the forest). As time went. Exams. High school graduation. Left the village. He entered college, and after the first year of study he returned to his village to visit his relatives. Upon arrival, a school friend came to visit. We sit and fool around on the porch. We launch darts. And we watch how the girls walk past the house, along the road, to the village club, one after another. To the disco. We stood at the fence. We release comment after comment. We’re kidding. Until three charming schoolgirls decided to come up to us and chat with us.
I filmed everything on camera (by the way, there is this video on my page). That’s why I remember the process of our acquaintance very well: we hit each other with umbrellas, ran from each other along the road. Such simple village flirting. Word for word and we became friends. We whiled away the evenings together. When the girls went for a walk, they went into the store and bought us vodka and beer (at that time there was no fucking ban on not selling alcohol to children). Then we went to kindergarten, and in the gazebos we listened to music, usually “Gaz Sector”, “Scorpions”, “Metallica”. We drank the same vodka and beer and talked, remembering our school years and teachers (my friend and I are the past, the girls are the present). In general, we became friends.
The girl I liked from our company was called Svetlana. That summer she moved from eighth to ninth grade. A miniature fair-haired girl who walked around in denim overalls, with bright features and breasts that had already formed, somehow immediately attracted me for her cheerful disposition. She didn’t go into her pocket for words. And she was an excellent conversationalist. Soon the friend left. I was left alone. That’s why we stopped meeting as a group. Our communication with Svetlana then took place in private. She came to my house. This always infuriated my younger sister, since she and Svetka studied in parallel classes. My sister left the room, leaving us alone.
There is not much entertainment in the village. They sat at my house, in my sister’s room. Listened to music. I put on cassettes. Something like Scorpions, I don’t remember exactly. And then the desire to finally see her breasts overwhelms me. And indeed a naked girl. I turn to her:
- Listen, Light, please take off your pants...
I took it off, easily, I didn’t even expect it. She’s wearing only panties. He sits next to him, looking playfully into his eyes. And he is silent. I look at her in surprise:
- So take off your swimming trunks too.
- Why?,- She asks, laughing.
- Yes, I have a request for you. The fact is that never in my life has my penis penetrated the vagina. I don’t even know what it is like, what it is. And we seem to be friends. Can I put my dick in you? Just try - what is this, please?
Svetka looked at me in surprise and asked reproachfully:
- Dima, how old are you?
- Eighteen.
- And at school you’ve never been with anyone at all, or what? And never at the institute?
- No, - I say, - Never. Somehow this question bypasses me.
It was twilight, I didn’t see her emotions, but, apparently, she was very surprised. Sveta picked me up, unfastened my belt and fly:
- Let’s first see if you have it ready?
- Yes, ready, ready.
- Wow, what a nice and big, I like it.
She took off her swimming trunks, walked to the edge of the bed, lay down and spread her legs to the sides:
- Well, what are you doing? Go ahead, bring it in. I’ve been ready for a long time.
I had no idea what to do. I only remember that I felt hairs on her pussy, but I have no idea where to insert it. Panic! Heart is beating. What to do? How? Therefore, he simply brought his penis to her somewhere, put it to Svetlana’s crotch and slightly pushed it forward. And here the magic happened... The head easily slipped and penetrated inside, into the vagina. I felt an amazing warmth and a wave of pleasant goosebumps that ran throughout my body. Such a wave that I have never experienced before. I went even deeper into her, about two centimeters, and froze. This was something new and extraordinary. I tried to understand what was happening to me. Suddenly a wild desire took possession of me. I wanted to feel the whole gamut of feelings, all the impulses that this wonderful female organ was ready to transmit to my body, and I entered her as deeply as I could, but not harshly:
— Svetka, this is awesome !!! I’ve never experienced this before.
— Did you like it?
— Yes, I really liked it.
— Now you know what a girl’s vagina is. All. “Pull it out!” She commanded me...
I took out my penis and put on my panties. She got dressed too, and as if nothing had happened, fell on the bed to listen to music.
- And you know, I’m glad that I became the first girl in your life. You are no longer a virgin. Eighteen year old virgin. Haha. And it was I who deprived you of your virginity.
I listened to her, being in a completely shocked state:
- Sveta?
- What?
- Or maybe Should I move inside you, completely? Please?
— Dima, if you can stop, stop. Let’s do it another time, okay? I can’t today... I’m on my period. In a couple of days I’m all yours. I promise.
— Well, okay. Then take off your bra...
Sveta turned out to have excellent breasts. The rest of the evening (about three hours) we just listened to music, I sometimes squeezed her breasts, and even played with the nipples, either with my fingers or with my tongue. At the same time, we also chatted about something. Mainly about school, discos and musical trends. None of us said another word about the almost-sex that took place... It was so sweet and friendly... And damn nice.
THE MAIN THING IS, IT HAPPENED!
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nAt the end of my stay in the village (after days full of all kinds of sex), another interesting event was connected with Svetka. For which I am a little ashamed.
Across the street from me, in our village, there lived a boy, Venya. Such a good guy. They exchanged Nintendo discs and played together. Then I left for college. And he and Svetka were the same year, they studied together in class. And so we somehow go, I take Sveta home through the village in the evening. And even though it’s late in the evening, it’s bright and sunny outside (it’s still in the far north). We went through one kindergarten and then another. She lived in a mechanical column, where the third kindergarten was located. I feel like someone is following us. I turn around - Venya. After graduation, I didn’t see him for three years. It grew to be about two meters, the closet became so huge. I wanted to say hello in a friendly way, but he grabbed me by the breasts and began to attack me - like, isn’t it time for you to leave for your Khabarovsk. I look at Svetka:
- What does he want?
- Yes, - she answers, - He fell in love with me, he follows me around. I’ve already explained to him a thousand times that I don’t love him. But he doesn’t understand.
I took his hands away, I saw tears in his eyes, he turned around sharply and left us...
How long, short, we went into the kindergarten, climbed into the gazebo, sat with Svetka, chatting. I heard him crawl into the yard and hide somewhere. And this whole situation began to excite me terribly.
I unbutton the fly of Sveta’s jeans, unfasten the button and run my hand between her legs. I slide my palm through the hairs, and as soon as I touch the labia, Sveta barely audibly exhales. But this moan is full of eroticism and excites me even more. The other one unbuttons her blouse, she helps, unfastens her bra.
And this Venya hears everything, stands behind the wall of the gazebo and whines pitifully. I grab Sveta by the breasts, and I do it very roughly. But the girl doesn’t lose pleasure, she rejoices and gives herself all to me. A new moan, already distinct, passionate, continues with the phrase: “Fuck me, Dima!!!” From behind the wall of the gazebo something indistinct and plaintive is heard, like “Svetochka, I love you...”
We hear the sound of retreating steps. My frenzy soon subsides. I finally pull out my penis, and my white liquid begins to flow out of Sveta. She looks at it with pleasure and smiles. She looks at me, her lips whisper:
— Cool.
I help put on her swimming trunks. And as soon as her panties go around her pubis, my lips bury themselves in the girl’s crotch. I kiss her lips through them. Such tenderness. Beauty. My hands let go of her breasts, and I become gentle, begin to stroke them, caress her nipples, approach her face and kiss her passionately. Then I say:
— Poor Venya. Life is a very cruel thing. One dreams and is ready to blow away specks of dust from a girl, while the other simply takes her hard, as he likes it. Light, don’t you feel sorry for him?
— Not a bit... Dima. It’s time for me to go home... Today I was told not to stay late, otherwise my mother won’t allow me to watch cartoons, - And Svetlana burst into mischievous laughter.
I helped her get dressed. He walked me home. And then, on the train, I thought for a long time about what a bitch this love is, after all... We never met again. After 15 years, we added each other as friends on social networks, and did it silently. She married my classmate, and they still live in that village. And I became the country’s leading pervert.



