How it was done forty years ago Sex Stories 2024 – Y2Stories

Almost the real story, just spiced up a bit. Three kids find out what that sex thing is.

This story is based on real events (not the fake “real” stories sometimes posted around, but real real), I just made it a bit spicier at the end, and changed the names. My only hope is that none of them will stumble upon this story and not recognize themselves 🙂

It happened in the Soviet Union in the early 1980s, there were no signs of its imminent fall yet. Just to give you younger readers some background, life was like this: no Internet, no smart phones, no personal computers. All of these things simply did not exist yet. We had books, film photos, movies and TV (mostly still black and white). And they were a lot more scarce and a lot simpler than they are today.

The culture of the USSR was also far behind that of the USA. No Disney, no tabletop RPGs, practically no funny TV shows, very few really interesting books and movies. No McDonald’s or Coca Cola either. We kids had to rely mostly on our creative imaginations. At least there were some after-school art, sports, and drama clubs.

As for sex education, it was limited even in the USA at that time. In the USSR, it was a complete and utter wasteland. The official communist censorship wiped out everything erotic. No school lessons on the subject, no books, nothing. No porn movies or magazines, no erotic photos except those some people made themselves. The closest thing you could see to very softcore erotica were some clothing magazines with summer models. The most scandalous things were some characters kissing in the 18+ movies. Most of those R-rated movies were not even remotely erotic by today’s standards, though.

It was common, even among adults, to learn about sex by trial and error only after, or shortly before marriage. For us kids (who, of course, started getting interested in sex just like all kids do now, around ten or eleven, plus or minus a few years), it was the realm of pure myths and made-up speculations spread by whisper. All of which, of course, claimed to be true.

And please note that I hadn’t even started to make things up yet.

***

So I was just a typical (though smarter than average) boy at the very beginning of middle school (it started in fourth grade then, about ten years old). I loved sci-fi and read everything I could get my hands on (which was not much). I played with friends (often in games we made up). And I had two friend girs – my classmate Liz and her friend next door, Mary, who was a year younger than us.

It was all very innocent at the time. The girls’ periods hadn’t started yet, I hadn’t had my first wet dreams, none of us even knew about masturbation (well, we knew the word, but that was it). My occasional ever more frequent boners were just an embarrassing nuisance.

All of our parents were working, so we had a lot of unsupervised hours. The girls and I just did our homework together, talked about kid stuff, and played games. We had no crush on each other, not even trying to practice hugging and kissing. Pure friendhip.

And it was then that we felt the strange new tension and excitement growing in us. We started looking for any information about sex – and as I said, we had nothing that was even remotely satisfactory. All we knew was that it somehow involved sticking a dick in a pussy, and that’s how babies were made. Once, excited by yet another talk of rumors and guesses, we agreed that we should experiment with each other. However, we were all too shy to even take our clothes off.

***

One day during school recess, Liz pulled me aside and whispered triumphantly: “Me and Mary tried having sex!”

“What? How? Tell me!”

She had my full attention.

“Well, we got naked and lay on top of each other. And I tried to put my finger in my pussy.”

“Wow! And how did that feel?”

She shrugged.

“As far as lying naked goes, nothing special. Maybe we’re still doing it wrong. And the finger in the pussy… well, it felt like a stick in the pussy.”

That meant nothing to me, of course. A stick in the pussy sounded neither pleasant nor unpleasant. It meant exactly nothing (as I didn’t have a pussy, I couldn’t relate at all). But I still acted as impressed as I could, and Liz was happy. We kept it a secret from everyone else.

But unfortunately, Liz still knew nothing about sex – she never came close to having an orgasm, or even discovering that such a thing existed. Neither did Mary.

***

The next episode happened a few weeks later. The three of us were sitting at Liz’s place, homework already done, so we were chatting (a lot of guessing about sex) and playing a kind of “Snakes and Ladders” game.

And at some point we invented the game of stripping. (As we now know, any game can be made into a strip version, so why not Snakes and Ladders). We did not know how to do the proper stripping and teasing, so we just agreed that the loser would have to strip completely.

It was the most tense and exciting game of Snakes and Ladders in our lives! This time, victory was really at stake for us.

And Mary lost.

Liz and I looked at her with excited glances.

“So get naked now!” Liz said.

“N-no…” Mary blushed and shook her head.

I was all excited. At least Liz and Mary had seen each other naked, but I had never seen a naked girl in my life! So I agreed with Liz and insisted.

“You lost, you should do what we agreed!”

But she was just too shy. She wrapped her arms around her body and kept shaking her head. Liz and I exchanged glances. We were thinking the same thing.

It wasn’t really a fight, we weren’t hitting or biting each other, it was just an intense, almost silent struggle, the two of us trying to unbutton Mary’s clothes and pull them off, and her pushing our hands out and pulling the clothes back on. And despite being outnumbered, she held her own. We just managed to get her socks off, and once I got a look at her fine little ass, that’s all.

We broke away to catch our breath, panting heavily, all red, and Mary with tears in her eyes. I felt we were doing something wrong with her. So I decided to let her go this time. Liz also realized that we’d gone too far, and she nodded silently.

“Okay, if you don’t want to…” I took a deep breath. “Let me strip first. Then you two will follow me.”

Both girls got excited. They had never seen a naked boy before, too.

So I breathed again, and, without looking up, I quickly undressed and stood in front of them, blushing, my cock hard from all the excitement we had just experienced. They leaned clother.

“Wow…”

“It’s weird.”

“Can we touch?”

I nodded, and they carefully touched my dick and pulled off the foreskin. There was a drop of precum on the tip, but we didn’t know it wasn’t urine. And, unlike in porn stories, we didn’t even have a clue about blow jobs or hand jobs, so they didn’t push it further.

Liz took her turn undressing. Mary hesitated for a while. But when she saw that we were just standing there admiring each other’s naked bodies, she calmed down and undressed as well – still blushing and trying to roll up into a ball, though.

I stared in awe. They looked so different from boys! I leaned closer, then asked for a closer look and touch.

Hesitantly, Mary nodded. She lay on her back, eyes closed, and spread her legs in front of me.

I examined her bare slit, then carefully parted it with my fingers and touched the insides, then found her tiny hole and pushed my fingertip inside. Mary twitched.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no…”

You see, I did not even know the words “labia” or “vagina”, and I had no idea of the existence of the clit, so I just kept touching, stroking and probing everywhere. Liz was watching us intently, she wanted to know too. Mary shivered and giggled.

“What?”

“It’s ticklish! And… it felt pleasant a moment ago… Try it again.”

I did not have a clue what I had just done, so I just kept caressing and rubbing her pussy with my fingers everywhere. And to our mutual surprise, Mary relaxed and changed her pose to give me better access!

“What? How’s that?” Liz asked excitedly.

Mary couldn’t answer at first. She was writhing and bending on the bed, panting, and suddenly she cried out:

“Ooooooohhhh! It feels nice! Like getting warmer somewhere inside… Do it again!”

I redoubled my efforts, and soon Mary squirmed and squealed, twitching her legs.

“Oh… Oh…”

She lay back, gasping for breath, all flushed. Her pussy glistened and swelled with moisture, and her lips were noticeably redder than the surrounding skin.

We exchanged glances.

“That’s something about sex!”

“But we didn’t put the dick in the pussy!”

“Still, it must be close!”

“Um… maybe we should try it with the dick?”

I looked at Liz excitedly. She returned the frightened, wide-eyed look and licked her lips.

“I dunno… I don’t want to have a baby…”

Mary caught her breath and crawled over to us, also interested.

“Don’t be a pansy, Liz! I heard that not every sex ends with a baby!”

Liz wasn’t entirely convinced, but reluctantly agreed and spread her legs in front of me. We found the comfortable position, I spread her pussy and tried to get my tip into her hole.

I was the right size for her, we were the same age, but it was her first time and she was also tense with fear, so it wasn’t easy. But I managed to squeeze in.

“Ooohhh!” We exhaled at the same time.

“What? What is it?” Mary jumped up beside us, excited.

“It’s so hot and soft and wet inside…” I almost groaned, then looked at Liz. “Does it feel like a stick in your pussy?”

“N-no… It’s thicker… and better… it stretches my hole… It’s pleasant…”

You see, we still didn’t know how to fuck, we didn’t know about thrusting back and forth. So I just tried to push a little deeper and right there I hit an obstacle. We didn’t know about the hymen, and that it could (and should) be broken, so we decided that was as deep as it was possible to go.

I stood like that for a while, enjoying the sensations, then slowly pulled it out. Liz let out a loud sigh.

“That must be pretty damn close to sex. But I didn’t feel as good as Mary…”

I was confused too. I tried to push it in again, then pulled it out. This time it was much easier, and… I felt a touch of unknown pleasure.

Liz let out a breath as well.

“I felt something… Try to do it more…”

So I pushed in, then pulled out, then pushed in, then pulled out… And soon I could not stop. It felt so good inside her, it felt even better outside. I fucked Liz faster and faster – just the head of my dick going in and out – and it felt wonderful! Liz was also panting, louder and louder.

Then suddenly I shuddered, and gasped, and twitched, feeling a surge of unfamiliar, sharp and overwhelming pleasure, my cock throbbing and squirting something out. I pulled it out of Liz and caught my breath. Liz moaned, then we all froze in silence. Mary broke it first:

“Wow! What is that thing?”

She leaned over to Liz’s pussy, which was now dripping a thick wet liquid.

“Oh! That must be cum! So you really fucked!”

We had heard the word “cum” and that it was somehow related to fucking, but we did not know what it was. Well… maybe it really was…

We touched the cum, then sniffed and licked our fingers. A strange smell, a salty taste… It wasn’t disgusting, but I didn’t like it much either. Mary, on the other hand, picked more and licked it all.

“Um… It’s like a salted raw egg. I like them, you know…”

“Liz, how did you feel?”

She sat down, also flushed and looking a little confused.

“It was pleasant… But probably not as pleasant as for you two…”

She did not have an orgasm from her first vaginal, you know. But we did not know these words yet.

Then she widened her eyes.

“Shit! You had your cum into me, Alex! So I’ll have a baby now!”

She ran into the bathroom and carefully washed it all out. We still were scared, though, and I also felt guilty.

We just had enough time to dress up and hide all the mess before her parents returned home.

***

We were tense and scared for about a month until we decided that Liz was not going to have a baby this time. Phew.

You might guess that the three of us have been fucking like rabbits ever since, but no. We got our firsthand knowledge of sex, and that made us so much superior to our classmates (for a while), but the fear of making babies was stronger. Birth control in the USSR was still a crude, shameful and mysterious thing, nothing like the piles of condoms in every store today.

So we resorted to masturbation – after our experience it was easy to guess the missing details – and had a great time. Regular sex came into our lives much later, and that is another story for another time.