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[Guys and girls; everyone's free to answer.] The first time someone else made you have an orgasm... How, where, and when was it? Who did it? Share your stories! My story: to be determined. (I'm a virgin)
Story time! Describe the first time someone else made you climax!
Story time! Describe the first time you made someone else climax!
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I was 12, he was 16... we're not exactly a couple.. he's my best friend's brother.. so it was purely fooling around, I had been giving him BJs and HJs for few weeks and always every time he asked to return the favor but I always says no, I mean I've masturbated almost every week since I was 10, but never let any boy play with me down there, because I was very self conscious about how I would taste and smell down there, I always limit my self to going topless only and let him play with my boobs (I've started maturing since 10yrs old)... but one time after a hot BJ session he really begged me to let him go down on me... I was so horny and I think my crotch was doing all the thinking so I said yes... and o holy molly did I came... my Orgasm was so intense I blacked out for a few seconds, but he did not noticed it.. he kept on going.. and gave me a 2nd and 3rd orgasm in under 5 minutes I was grunting, moaning and going in and out of blackouts... by the time he stopped I was literally seeing stars and my vision is a red blur. That was the first time some one played with me down there and that was the first time someone else gave me an orgasm not only once but three times, I will never forget that day
I was 15. In the backseat of a car in a parking lot at night I let my boyfriend go down on me for the first time. A little manual stimulation plus a tongue swirling the clit did me just right. First time I realized my legs would tremble like crazy for the next half hour after I orgasm. I think he felt pretty good about his first oral performance too
Wow! That sounds hot as hell! Believe it or not, I wanna try giving a girl oral sex EVEN MORE than I want to get my first blowjob.
it was my best friend, who was a girl. She wanted to try oral sex. was skeptical for a while because I'm not into girls, but I decided to let her. The second time she went down on me I had my first orgasm with another person. We were about 18. She liked doing it and I liked receiving so we kept that up for quite a while..
OMG that's so hot! Did you ever return the favor?
Thanks lol...well she always said she liked doing me and didn't mind not receiving but I tried it once for like 5 seconds just to see if I could do it and ugh I didn't like it at all.
she was OK with it, she just said I understand your not into vaginas. But I didn't say ew or anything mean, we were very close, we just had this kind of understanding about it.
Aah OK. (1) How does she swing, sexually? (2) How did that orgasm compare with ones you'd had from playing with yourself?
I don't really know. She was straight. Then after high school she was bisexual or curious, she was never with any other girls sexually asfar as I know, but she did talk about it. And now she has a boyfriend, so I'm not really sure how to define her sexuality. I've never orgasmed from 'playing with myself' using my fingers. At that point it was only from water pressure or vibrating things. Both ways were good but different
Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm? If so, how does that compare?
Have you tried and just gave up trying? Not successful yet but still trying? Or have you never tried? I ask because I've heard/read that g-spot stimulation + clitoral stimulation = roller-coaster orgasm.
Was 15 and horny (naturally), she was my older cousin, she was19 at the time and my god she was very curvy, it was a family gathering at her parents cottage, every one else was either asleep or playing billiard at the patio, we've been flirting a lot during the day, by night time she was braless and was wearing an orange sweater she led me into her room lifted her sweater and just letting me gropped her boobs while she undid my jeans, she then laid down and had me straddle he stomach and proceed to give me my first handjob, the view from my position and her hand was just too much for me lasted for about a minute before exploding all over her chest, after I was done I climbed off her and she just casually pull down her sweater back without cleaning my stuff out and proceed to the kitchen to grab a drink...
I was 17 and spending the night at my girlfriend. After some making out and playing with her boobs, I put her hand down my boxershort. She took it off and gave me a handjob. Not much too it.
The first time someone else made me cum! I had a very good guy friend when I was 12 or 13! One day he asked me if I did it? I knew exactly what he was talking about I said yes! So he asked me if I wanted to watch him cum I said yes! Well I was also very horny and hard! After he came he said your turn! Well I was hard as a rock I blew my load in a couple of minutes! Well he asked me if he could jerk me off I said heck yes! He started playing with my hard cock I blew my load in about a minute it felt so great to have him make me cum!!! Needless to say I returned the favor he shot his load in about a minute also! We were in his room at the time! We would get together over the next few years and masturbate together often! We would also give each other hand & blow jobs many times! We were exclusive to each other we were two young horny teens experimenting with our body’s! Those were good times together!!
I was 14 walking home from scholl with so mates, m & f. We used to cut through a churchyard and me and one of the lads stopped, I rested against a tree and we kissed. I had my foot up against the tree with my knee sticking out a bit provocative. He was up against me and started feeling my boobs then I felt his hand on my raised thigh moving up. I was scared and didn't quite know what to do untill he touched me. I gasped and shuddered, then he just ran his finger up and down, then finger and thumb. He kept catching my clit which made me shake everytime, then I felt myself going, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Scary, but a memorable experience.
The first time someone made me cum i was around 12 it was my younger sister , Mind you it was not the first time for me to cum just the first for someone else to make me when i was around 10 or 11 i found a box full of penthouse and playboy mags my first run in with porn , I took a few to the shed we had in our backyard would go back there a lot , One day my sister followed me caught me in a very comproising pisiton more on that later She started asking questions and i gave her answers with in two weeks we were bear-ass balls deep fucking she let me fuck her and cum inside her
I was 16, my girlfriend was 17. We were making out at her house. She was worried her mom would be coming home soon…. So we left in my Jeep (with the top down) and drove out to a desolate country road. She went down on me first (which was awesome & the first time). I went down on her (another first). And then she sat on my lap…. I tried to hold out as long as possible, but it probably wasn’t long…. An awesome first experience.
When I was 10, one of the neighbourhood boys showed me. Well, he showed me a lot of things, but one of the things he did was masturbate me to my first orgasm, with my little sister watching us. It was a complete surprise! I wanted him to stop because I didn't know what was going to happen! I learned a lot that afternoon.
I'm not a virgin but I guess I've never had good sex because I've never climaxed lol
You mean you never climaxed from someone else?
Aaw, I'm sorry to hear that! Have you talked to your clit about this?
lol I prefer to not play with myself I guess I have not gotten to that stage yet even tho I am 21
Well, (1) I hope it's not a shame issue, because you should NOT feel ashamed about self-pleasure. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise! (2) Have you ever received oral sex?
ive received but I have not given and it wasn't good like every girl tells me how their legs shake and stuff well I've never had that
Hmm . That's really unfortunate. I can honestly say that if I had a girlfriend, my number-one goal (sexually) would be to make her orgasm. Her returning the favor would just be a nice bonus!
Aaw! I'm sorry that no one has yet fulfilled that promise! I know I would. You say you've never given oral sex. Would you give someone oral sex if they made you climax (evidently, for the first time EVER)?
The first time someone else made me come was actually unintentional, and the worst is, it wasn't only the the first time someone else made me cum, it was the first time EVER that I came...
why does that interest me...it sounds oddly hot...what happened I'm so curious...were you freaked out?
I was 6 or 7 and my mom and her friend were wasted. I was in the bathroom playing in the tub with cloths on and her friend came in to pee. i was peaking from tub from behind shower curtain and was giggling. her friend saw me and i am sure you can guess what happened (hands were used only). I am not disappointed since she was hot. I consider myself one lucky guy. She has no memory of the incident.
I am a girl a underage don't have sex with me if you are a child predator
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"Ten years old. A creepy 15-year-old boy from the teens' karate class commented about how cute I was and he could see my bra."
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"They also called us sexy." — mousercritic
"They did stop, but we felt uncomfortable the rest of the trip. It's a beautiful place, but that ruined it for me." — yyccourt
"I think these are the worst ones for me." — kpthornton02
"She really made me feel embarrassed and ashamed of my own body for the first time. It's not just men who sexualize young girls but also women who are 'just looking out for you.'" — lauren9650
"I took it the best way I could — that it was a compliment to my looks — but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was wrong and made me feel scared." — kellir7
"The moral of the story is that my teacher back then was and still is a piece of shit." — weatherboi_12
"He'd also slapped my butt a lot when we walked upstairs and he was behind me. I was scared, so if he was ever behind me, I would go very fast." — annalorraine
"I never wore it again." — clara1meade
"The teacher sat me all the way across the room from him after that and had the other teacher of the other class I had with him do the same thing." — ravenclawlaw05
"I didn't dare touch the cucumber after that." — sawthorn
"I'm sure other people nearby did, as well. It was a pretty crowded hallway. We’re both in ours 40s now and Facebook friends, but I've never mentioned what I heard him say or how it made me feel." — bacire
"I asked them to stop, and they just laughed at me. It made me very uncomfortable." — bellaevans18jsgjf
"This happened at three other intersections. One of the guys was in the paper a week later under rape charges." — theonethatsamess
"It's been over 10 years, and I still don't have that confidence back." — marmalady
"I just said no thanks and walked away. My manager and supervisors were really great about it. Any time he came into the store, I was able to sit in the back until he was gone.
It took me a few years to realize just how disgusting it was for a man in his 50s to ask an obviously 14-year-old to run away to another continent with him." — a_piri_piri
"I told my mom what had happened, and she and my sister-in-law took me to walk around the mall and find him so they could 'have a few words with him.'
We never found him, but for the rest of the day, I was too scared to leave the house, and it scared me for a few months." — jadynmarie
"I don't know what happened to him. He was an old man, too, in his early 60s, I think. This was in the early '90s, so he's probably dead by now. I'm in my 30s now, and it still bothers me." — amberhendricks85
"My mom said, 'No, she needs to lose some weight first.' My uncle kept going on about my chest. I ran into the house and never told anyone. Months later, my uncle raped me." — lobsterthirty
"What 50-year-old man says that to an 11-year-old?! As if him being family takes away from the fact he's creeping on young girls. Ew." — confettiline
"Then, when I was 10, a boy at school would repeatedly ping the back of my bra. I told the teacher, who basically said boys will boys and I shouldn't be so sensitive." — jessbudd
"I never told my mom. I remember going home that night and borrowing my mom's razor to shave my legs. I ended up cutting my other knee with the razor. Fucking asshole." — starshine72
"My dad is quite large, so the waiter was terrified, rightfully so." — jessicam48417f776
"Those people may think their comments don’t matter or it’s just a small thing, but creeping on young kids really affects their lives." — shadeofblue
"I sat in the aisle seat immediately and didn’t sleep the entire flight." — pandaliese
"For the rest of the year, he’d look me up and down every time I came into class or left." — joyously20
"I never told anyone about it, because for some reason, it was so embarrassing, even though it was about 11 years ago." — kristeylou
"It took me forever to realize that it was that sicko's fault and not mine." — jamied41
"He never came to our side of the restaurant again or bothered me. I don't know what my grandpa said, but it scared him good." — saml46833894a
"I never saw that douchebag again. I was so young — thinking back now it's like, WTF?" — nataliesi
"Apparently, the dude was a child molester, and I clearly wasn't the first one he said shit like that to. This was before Megan's Law.
That scumbag was pretty much run out of town by a posse of angry parents since the cops couldn't do anything because he didn't 'technically' do anything wrong." — tastypastry2
"She picked me up and went where my dad was buying our meals. Then, they both went back to confront the dudes." — vanessab4bda3d839
"My mom got me Dairy Queen." — chanl
"My dad commented that my fishnets weren't appropriate. I know my parents didn't mean it, but they made me feel like the harassment was all my fault." — zoecatherinegrant
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Boris Fishman … ‘I wanted it to resemble the epic lovelorn couplings in Marquez’s books.’ Photograph: PR
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When he was 16, Boris Fishman and his girlfriend felt ready to have sex but he wanted the setting to be right and there was nowhere to go. Then he had an idea ...
W e were each other’s firsts. I was 16, a stressed-out immigrant kid, she was the daughter of Colombian Catholics who were quite fond of the church’s policy on pre-marital sex. So it took us quite a while to awkwardly, semi-defeatedly concede to each other that we had run out of excuses to avoid sex. “This weekend?” I said grimly.
On Saturday morning, when the springtime sun finally made a strong showing outside after a dreary, wet winter, I came downstairs, where my parents and maternal grandmother were gathered around breakfast, and asked, as casually as I could: “Are you guys doing anything tonight?”
My father, not one for socialising or reading between the lines, wrinkled his forehead and said: “No?”
But my mother, who reads between the lines, needed only one look at me to say: “Of course!” She didn’t know why she was being asked, but she knew she was being asked.
“Why not go out for dinner?” I said, feeling guilty. “My treat.” Since arriving from the Soviet Union a decade before in 1988, none of our immigrant habits had eased; we almost never ate out – too expensive.
But I had been hoarding dollars from my summer jobs landscaping and lifeguarding. My offer must have indicated to my mother how badly I wished for the thing I was asking.
“But we’re not going anywhere tonight,” my father repeated, confused. My mother smacked his arm with the back of her hand: “Yes, we are.”
My grandmother only lolled her head, smiling. Whatever the adventure, she was in, as long as it included the family. (She had lost most of hers in the Holocaust.)
With curiosity, scepticism and goodwill, my parents and grandmother piled into the cramped, rusty Buick that was our first car in America and fumed off to whatever discount place they were going to for dinner. Newly permitted to drive, I jumped into our other car and sped off to a linen shop, in one of the nondescript shopping malls that surrounded our town like a blockading army.
I had been reading quite a bit of Gabriel García Márquez – my girlfriend’s compatriot – and I wanted her first time to resemble the epic, lovelorn couplings in his books. I wasn’t sure how things would hold up at my end, so at least everything else could be perfect.
After buying sheets (surely, I was the only unaccompanied 16-year-old male in the store), I stopped at the florist’s and asked for two dozen roses, rapidly depleting the funds I had set aside for my family’s dinner. I was so anxious that I gashed a finger trying to open the cellophane packaging in which the sheets were packed. I laid them down and wondered how tacky it was for the folding creases to show. Márquez had said nothing about folding creases. I tore the sheets back off the bed, yanked my mother’s ironing board from the hallway closet and got to work, the clock marching forward without mercy. My girlfriend was almost due and my family surely soon after that.
I gashed another finger plucking the petals off the thorn-riddled roses. (You thought I was going to give my girlfriend the flowers? No, like a maestro unveiling his circus, I would peel back the bedspread to reveal … fresh sheets covered in rose petals!)
Trying desperately not to bleed all over the enterprise, I stretched the ironed sheets over the mattress, scattered 300 rose petals on top and covered it all with the bedspread.
The main event was nothing like my literary hero had promised: primarily, we were relieved it was over. Now we could savour the falsely sweet memory of a milestone achieved. We turned on the television, called the diner and ordered a takeaway.
However, there was no sign of the adults. It was dark by now; I couldn’t imagine them choosing a restaurant that took serious time with its meals. There was no such place in our town, in any case.
They weren’t back when I drove my girlfriend home and they weren’t bac
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