Was there no TEENAGE sex in the USSR? History, you say? From life? Yes please!

[Very old]

My adolescence... (damn!!! as I said. I must remember!), passed in the first half of the seventies. Back then, it’s not just that there was no sex, but that we young people didn’t have basic knowledge. Neither about anatomy, nor about physiology... natural things were considered terribly shameful and disgusting. Our parents’ generation was robbed and they wanted to do the same to us.
For example, words. In use (in everyday life) there were only obscene designations for genitals. They simply didn’t even know how to say it any other way. And the games between girls and boys were foalish.
In general, it was a rather sad picture, but this is from the point of view of “now”. Back then, ignorance of the subject made life easier.
But the sprouts of a healthy sexual desire took place. And, although this was not encouraged by the Komsomol, for example, organization and teaching staff, sometimes the feeling of comradely mutual respect and collective enthusiasm degenerated into, as it seemed to us then, a feeling of eternal love and ... in general, banal hormonal growth made itself felt. And I wanted it like crazy.
School evenings and lights were torment. When dancing took place only in bright light and under the supervision of the teaching staff. And the girls, as luck would have it, came in such dresses that... the teachers - ladies, especially those who were dumber and more complex, were ready to burn such “brave” ones right in the hall and in public.
Imagine how hard it was hide natural movements in the body? after all, tight trousers were in fashion. We didn’t wear jeans back then. Except maybe Polish ones. From a certain point in the growth of the body, it was necessary to wear TWO swimming trunks
At such evenings, those very terrible, discouraged relationships were started, or rather, the seeds of those same terrible, discouraged relationships took place.
So I... suddenly noticed that that my classmate, or rather, was not converted by me, but... and I realized that I had not put on two swimming trunks in vain. Thanks to this, or so it seemed to me, the girl didn’t notice anything.
BUT!!! The thought sunk in.
The relationship developed in a very peculiar way. She sometimes came to me to listen to music, smoke... my old people already lived in the country for 9 months a year. So there was freedom.
Of course, we both, to the point of stupor, to a terrible animal frenzy, wanted something more than just devouring each other with our eyes or awkward pushing, during which burns suddenly occurred when we touched... the chest or thigh...
I wanted one word painfully. Both. But what? At 16, we were, it’s clear now, absolute idiots. Those. we knew that this happens, but we didn’t really imagine how to put it into practice.
But... nature is inventive, or rather His Majesty chance, although chance is a pattern.
One day, it coincided that her parents also left... for the wedding. And my girlfriend hung out with me. A bottle of dry wine was opened. "Old lock". There was even a pack of “Multifilter” in the reserves... of his older brother and a real Beatles disc. “Let it bi.” Almost an hour of slow music.
And we spent this hour... in an embrace, pausing to take a sip of wine and smoke a cigarette in half.
We have reached an already unbearable intensity. It’s not for nothing that I mentioned physiology and anatomy. Of course, at that time I was already masturbating with all my might. To be honest. But the fact that girls... well, no, I had no idea. Honestly!!! It wasn’t on my mind at all. And then all these things like clitoris or orgasms, etc. ... it was ... but we didn’t know about it. Among the boys there was only one word "cum" ... and even vague, for the time being, "jerk off" ...

But the hands were already living their own lives. My palms frantically wandered along her back, covered with the thin fabric of her shirt, shuddering every time I bumped into the straps of her bust. And it just shook me when my hands alternately fell on my waist and... the shirt was untucked, short. And the cuts... When touching the body, the most delicious parts of a girl’s body - the upper parts of the thighs, tied with the belt of the skirt... such a blow occurred!!!
The blow was not even to the brain!!! A blow to the entire body.
In the end, the palm ended up inside the cut. That is, under the shirt. This magical transition from hip to back.
Get up! Bend forward a little. It’s as if you are trying to press your lower abdomen against... Run your palm along the upper thigh to your back... and multiply by the fact that this sensation does not belong to you, but to a sixteen-year-old boy and you are experiencing it for the first time in your life.
The skin was hot, a little damp and breathtakingly velvety-silky... and the aroma. The aroma from the neck and from under the collar from the body was so dizzying and sweet. The warmth of her body just pierced right through me.
The world ceased to exist. All that remained was the feeling of the closeness of her body, the elasticity of her breasts - now moving away, now pressing closer, as if inadvertently, by chance. We were embarrassed then and pressed like human beings. That’s how they designated it.
The movements of her body, or rather the bend, were only caused by my hand... and a whisper. Right in the ear, a whisper more like a feverish breath:
- Don’t, I beg you don’t!
Whisper-moan, whisper-pleading, whisper... Eh! Where are my sixteen years? And after all, I... TOOK IT OUT!!! Hand. And only after catching a sigh of disappointment, he returned his hand to its place and... becoming impudent, he pressed it a little closer to himself. AND!!! Suddenly I felt that the resistance had disappeared, that her body not only gave in to my hand, but clung to me. Of course, my hand was right there... in general - back, thigh, back... and after pausing a little, I ran the back of it over my stomach. First above the navel, and then a little lower. Just according to the trim of the skirt. The reaction was a tightening of the knees. Or rather, my leg was squeezed by these knees.
We danced. Or rather, they were already pretending to dance.
My leg was squeezed by my knees, and her hips were pressed against mine so tightly that through my clothes I felt the trembling that was shaking her. In my ear, with an exhale-moan...
- Go away! Leave for five minutes! Please!
Oh!!! How difficult it was to break away from this body, from…. BUT! I obediently left the room and closed the door behind me. The lock didn’t click, although the key stuck out in the lock from the inside.
I couldn’t find the strength to move away from the door.
Don’t think about what..., I didn’t have anything in my head like eavesdropping or..., but just leaned his back against the door. Translate the spirit. And suddenly I heard behind the door... no, I didn’t know then how women moan in a fit of voluptuousness. Therefore, for me at that time it simply sounded like a groan or a sob while crying.
The first thought was to rush to the rescue, but I felt strangeness in these sounds. I didn’t feel a penny of pain in them, I restrained myself. But... apparently purely instinctively, I understood WHAT these sounds meant, and such a wave of excitement came over me that I could barely restrain a scream.
Naturally, my hand instantly found itself in my trousers and... I just touched my penis. The eruption happened such that I was practically bent in half, and since it happened quite abruptly, then... well, the door swung open sharply, and I fell backwards onto the floor.
Imagine. I’m lying on the floor. Feet to the door, head to it. And I see such a picture, but upside down. But I see. My friend is sitting at the end of the chair, her hand is in the same place as mine – i.e. upskirt And the second one is under the shirt in the chest area. And I understand that this hand is convulsively squeezing my chest, and the second, the one under the skirt, is under my panties. Because the girl arched so that her knees lifted her skirt and gave me this view.
Naturally, she did not expect such a turn of events, and she did not immediately understand. I got so excited. The hand continued to move and the hips rhythmically arched in time with the movements. My hand apparently began to make the same unambiguous movements.
She finally saw me, but apparently she couldn’t stop. There are things stronger than us. Or maybe she didn’t want to. Well, such a thought never occurred to me.
I can’t say how long this lasted. But these were magical moments.
Recovering, we didn’t say a word to each other.
Wine was poured again and cigarettes were lit. But we were silent. No, we didn’t hide our eyes. They just looked at each other and were silent.
I understood that I had to say something to me first. But there were no words. “Two of Us” started playing... I stood up and extended my hand. My invitation was accepted. There was no longer any trembling, but the attraction increased significantly. But... somehow meaningful. The world has disappeared again.
I’ll be honest, I haven’t kissed girls before. Seriously. And here – where did this come from? Our lips found each other on their own and simply stuck together. I don’t remember how we breathed, but the kiss didn’t stop for a long time. My hands continued their journey along my back, thighs and sometimes I allowed myself to touch my stomach and raise my hands to my chest. And even, imagine, touching... you know, her breasts, and she already had them rather big, sometimes below..., i.e. the bust rises and presses the chest, and at the bottom a little... and along these “little bits” I ran my playful hands.
And it all happened again. Convulsive squeezing of the knees of the legs. And mine, too, and I, having grown bolder, began to squeeze her leg.
And it all happened again. We’re heating up again. But, apparently, remembering what had happened, they did not dare to say any words at all. The trembling returned. What a shiver there is. Kolotun!!!
Well, it’s clear that, having experienced it once, you wanted to repeat the sensations again.
And the words were born somehow on their own. Or rather, not words, but just emotions voiced.
I can’t retell the sequence now, but it sounded something like this. Again from her side:
- Come out...
- No.
- Please, I will die now.
- Me too.
There was a pause...
- Then go out and don’t close the door.
- I don’t want to go out.
And again a pause. The pause is full of convulsive pressing and squeezing. Touches and kisses.
- I can’t do it in front of you.
I squeezed her, just rubbed my lips into her ear. Oh, how hard this phrase was for me...
- Let’s go together.
This time the pause was longer... Exhalation. A barely audible exhale.
- Come on.
I began to clumsily unbutton the buttons on her shirt.
- No, don’t.
- Why? Let’s take it off.
- No...
I won’t bore you with the details of undressing and this quiet struggle. Fight without any desire. The struggle in the name of formal adherence to the postulate “I’m not like that...” How such a struggle ends is not a secret to anyone...
You know, I cannot convey these emotions. After all, this was the first time. Exposing a girl’s shoulders and breasts. For the first time in my life, engorged and defiantly protruding nipples appeared before my eyes. The breasts are round in shape, but already a little heavy. A symbiosis of girlish elasticity and feminine heavy roundness.
Waist, turning into hips. The upper parts of the thighs, not held together by anything except the elastic band of the panties, crossing out the dark tummy. Already rounded in a feminine way. And so defenselessly soft and tender. Falling into panties, behind which one could guess....
Of course, we stopped. You see, we didn’t have a goal, and we didn’t know how…. And then it’s just that it was not the right time and the times were not right then.
We caressed each other. Moreover, it took me a lot of work to ensure that the caresses became mutual. Somehow I immediately found a place for my hands. And here she is... But she overcame the embarrassment and ………
Then we often and for a long time caressed each other and each ourselves. The moment has come. Mutual trust came and with it conversations and discussion of sensations and desires.
After many years, in fact, yes - yes, I learned that what we were doing was called petting and mutual masturbation.
You will laugh. But we did not become lovers in the truest sense of the word. She lost her virginity to her friend. There was such a moment in her life.
I came much later. With another girl.
But they remained friends for a long time. We lived nearby. Then life got in the way.
It happens.
Here is the story.

[Tolkala]

Very realistically described. You have a talent as a writer. Emotions are described very accurately

[Very old]

Thank you. I was just remembering that’s all...

[Frodo]

Thanks to the author, the sensations of the first time were conveyed very talentedly, bravo

[Morpheus]

You should write books and romance novels...a dreamer!

[Very old]

...a dreamer!

This is such a mockery and an insult - like you’re lying all the time, this doesn’t happen?

[Morpheus]

This is such a mockery and an insult - like you’re lying all the time, this doesn’t happen

It happens! Of course it happens... But the style is too literary for such descriptions and small details... This all reveals the unreality of what is happening. Maybe there was something, but it was all mixed with fantasy.

[We draw]

Or maybe a lot of letters are 100 times shorter

[Very old]

Maybe there was something, but it was all mixed with fantasy.

What can you do...education! I’ve been trying to get rid of this obsession for so many years, but nothing!!! ... everything remains the same. It’s disgusting, but apparently there’s no cure.

Sent after 1 minute 47 seconds:

Can a lot of letters be 100 times shorter

Yes! Go, for example, to the udafra... it’s just there "... and we jerked off together with the chick..."

[SergeiKa]

Very Old, Nope!.. Description - zebest !!!. You penetrate into the essence. It’s like you’re watching.
And, just like that, the empty-headed reader, unexpectedly for himself, begins to fantasize. And, Naturally... Gush! At the same time, swearing at the story I read. That’s why the lines fly, in terms of fantasies, the inventions of a wanker, etc., etc.
And reading the descriptions, you yourself experience the scenes. It’s like you’re in the place of the heroes... It’s not a sin to jerk off...
Besides. The bulk of the forum, I think, are still adherents of more detailed descriptions, of certain subjects...

[Very old]

SergeiKa, really - that’s how it was. And tell me!? I tried really hard to really hit home. Up to...

[Flex]

In the USSR there was sex, period. It’s just not advertised on every corner

[Ded Mazsi]

It’s interesting what young people think about us

Many years later, in fact, yes - yes, I found out that what we were doing was called petting and mutual masturbation

Yes, back then we didn’t have visual aids like the Internet with porn, or at least pictures! I had to try everything myself and it all started with a light touch!!! I still remember what a pleasant, exciting shiver ran through my body from this.....

[Sweet pepper]

In the USSR there was sex, period. It’s just that it wasn’t advertised on every corner

How old are you?)))))))

It was , among the fallen Shavav only. The mothers were running after their virgins and that was all only after the wedding))))

Don’t spill it, sovkodocher)))

[slavik.meshalkin]

Everything was there. There was no Internet then. 80s, they were probably in grades 9-10, she got pregnant, gave birth, he went to work, then joined the army for 2 years, she came back and lives with someone else.

[Zhora Kuni]

.......Only among the fallen Shavavs. Mothers ran after their virgins and that was all only after the wedding)))).......

I don’t quite agree with this. Of course, it wasn’t like it is now, mothers and fathers were almost on the heels of their daughters, and this is true. Despite all this, by the end of school, less than half of the class was virgin. In families where there is a boy and a girl with a small age difference, the girls received first experience without leaving home, and no one considered anyone a slut. My classmate himself told me how good his two-year-younger sister fucks. Later we even thought about her together, but she simply ran away from us. I married a girl from a parallel group in my first year of college. She was no longer virgin. As she told me that her cousin, who is eight years older than her, made her a girl when she was on vacation after the ninth grade. She behaved quite skillfully with me, fucked with pleasure and only asked if I would leave her if she got pregnant.

[Christmas_Christmas]

.....Only among the fallen Shavavs. Mothers ran after their virgins and that was all only after the wedding)))).......

I don’t quite agree with this. Of course, it wasn’t like it is now, mothers and fathers were almost on the heels of their daughters, and this is true. Despite all this, by the end of school, less than half of the class was virgin. In families where there is a boy and a girl with a small age difference, the girls received first experience without leaving home, and no one considered anyone a slut. My classmate himself told me how good his two-year-younger sister fucks. Later we even thought about her together, but she simply ran away from us. I married a girl from a parallel group in my first year of college. She was no longer virgin. As she told me that her cousin, who is eight years older than her, made her a girl when she was on vacation after the ninth grade. She behaved quite skillfully with me, fucked with pleasure and only asked if I would leave her if she got pregnant.

Unfortunately or fortunately, I didn’t care at all I don’t know about the times of the USSR, but I think that mothers and fathers ran after their children, then and now. Just for parents, then or now, children will always remain "kids" and they often do not see sexual connotations in the actions of their children. Parents simply don’t have time to “grow up” with them.
How else to explain the fact that parents can easily put two close girlfriends, say 14-15 years old, in one bed. Well, families there celebrate something together. We were late and decided to spend the night with family friends. And with children what to do? so put the business to bed... And the fact that these girls are already 15 years old, just think... they are still children))) Parents thought so then and now, and they cannot be changed. Oh, what will the girls do lying naked in bed... panties don’t count...what will check from the parents?... Again, no offense and nothing personal. Your parents may not be like that, but mine didn’t see anything "terrible" in the fact that I slept with a friend in the same bed.
And also, how would parents not control their children, but "punctures " are still possible. If only you, like my parents, tried to uphold my morals. And then... For example, my dad hid something from my mom in his “cache.” The poor thing thought it was safe. But the fact that my mother didn’t notice, I saw right away. Damn, I think he’s holed up there? Damn, it turns out the book... I was about to put it back, but the cover interested me. So I opened the first page... and so until the morning I read it all... Pauline Reage "The Story of O". and I was almost 14 years old at the time))) I would probably rather watch porn than read such a book. Because it determined my sexual preferences for the rest of my life

Sent after 1 hour 20 minutes 46 seconds:
And why don’t I have the opportunity to edit this message of mine? Wrote too much(((

[LediXXX]

My adolescence ..

I remembered myself in my youth. Quite realistic.

[Sorcerer]

Well, if he wasn’t there, then my mother wouldn’t have given birth to me either.

Sent after 52 minutes 59 seconds:
1988-1989: this is still the USSR, she was 15 when she got pregnant without knowing from whom. If not, then how did they know teenagers who and how to fuck?

[slavik.meshalkin]

Well, if he wasn’t there, then my mother wouldn’t have given birth to me.

Sent after 52 minutes 59 seconds:
1988-1989: this is still the USSR, she was 15 when she got pregnant without knowing from whom. If not, then how did they know teenagers who and how to fuck?

Probably the partner was older and experienced. All the same, someone told something and they lived more modestly; everyone didn’t have their own room, they heard and saw what the adults were doing

[Sorcerer]

Probably the partner was older and experienced. All the same, who told something and lived more modestly, didn’t everyone have their own room,

an adult at that time? Then it would be unlikely that I would have kept the pregnancy, then they would have quietly hushed it up. I heard it was tough back then

[slavik.meshalkin]

Probably the partner was older and experienced. All the same, who told something and lived more modestly, didn’t everyone have their own room,

an adult at that time? Then it would be unlikely that I would have kept the pregnancy, then they would have quietly hushed it up. I heard that it was tough back then

But on the contrary. It was just a shame if a girl brought in the hem. Schoolgirls also gave birth, of course, less than now. Some friends probably gave birth to a girl in the 10th grade from a classmate

[Sorcerer]

probably in the 10th grade the girl gave birth to acquaintances from a classmate

well, here from a peer they knew from whom. They could have simply forced him to marry. In my case, it is not known how much they did not recognize, did not find out. Well, at least it’s a plus, I gave birth. Although I don’t understand, in 1989, life was already like that, as they said, why they didn’t force an abortion. I think at that time it was even simpler.

Sent after 21 minutes 22 seconds:
Nowadays, if a baby gets pregnant, it’s a criminal sensation, but then, as they say, it’s a disaster.

[Sweet pepper]

In the scoop, the pussy was guarded by mothers and grandmothers, in most cases

[Omut46]

I don’t know how it is in big cities, but we had a village nearby and we received basic knowledge about sex there. Before my eyes there were matings of different animals and spying on adults. We quickly sorted everything out.
When I was in the 8th grade, a classmate left our class because she was pregnant.

[AnonymousTmn]

The sensations are perfectly described. Thank you, author!

[Alexander Trofimovich]

Yes, that was all. Maybe even more than now. Nowadays there is whatever porn you want on the Internet. For most teenagers, watching is enough, except that a few decide to try it in practice. And before, anyone who had even the slightest opportunity immediately tried to use it.
Someone wrote correctly about families where children are of different sexes. My own sister is four years younger. So directly, looking into someone’s eyes, I would never have dared to tell how my sister and I spent time when we were at home alone and knew for sure that no one would see what we were doing. I was almost 17, and she was a little over 12 when we tried for the first time, as they say now, “pissy in pussy.” After that we did this almost every day.
We lived in a private house then, and next door to us lived a family where the girl was a year younger than me. She didn’t have a brother, her parents had one. I touched her tits, which were already of normal size, not like those of my twelve-year-old sister. Then, not far from our houses, the boys from our street built a dugout on the territory of a partially abandoned enterprise. And girls from the street came to us there to chat and gossip. The neighbor’s girl was fucked by two boys in this dugout. Then other girls from the street went there too. Everyone considered my sister petty and simply did not want to do business with her.

[Andrey-37]

Not much but there was. I know cases of classmates having sex in grades 9-10. One in our class got pregnant after the 9th grade. Her parents took her to another city. We no longer know her fate

[alex503311]

Not much, but there was some. I know cases of classmates having sex in grades 9-10. One in our class got pregnant after the 9th grade. Her parents took her to another city. We don’t know her fate anymore

Yes, she also seemed to give birth alone, they got married later, there was a couple from my class when I was studying and then I don’t know what happened to them either .

Sent after 5 minutes 42 seconds:
I remember , a girl of 14 years old and I, with a friend, at his house.
She said to my friend in front of me: "Fuck me", he was over 17, and I was 13-14.
I wanted fuck her himself, but she climbed towards him and I was still young, for her, a friend said, let’s tell you 16.
And a beautiful girl, not a nightmare, a nightmare. Then he fantasized about her.
Also, in front of me and the guys from the class, a classmate began to squeeze one girl, her breasts, she did not hit him in the neck, we watched as he touched her.