First time you explored and felt inside a vagina

I'm a first time poster, long time creeper of this wonderful site. You have all been amazing and I'm excited to start interacting.

My question: What was your experience the first time you explored and felt inside a vagina? Jut curious or aroused? Maybe even put off? Lolz I don't know but interested in hearing your stories.

Depending on the response I may work up enough courage to share my own experiance.

@Joe_Average - I've renamed your thread to match your question with a title that matches its meaning, and that will help attract responses.

From the wording, I'm not certain if your question is aimed only at men, so I've moved it to the 'Sex is fun' board.

I have explored all my openings since I was a young child. I always liked how they felt. Once I discovered that I got wet when I rubbed my vulva, I stuck one, then two fingers inside my vagina. It felt smooth and slippery like the inside of my cheeks (in my mouth) and as I got into puberty, smooth ridges started to develop on the top side.

My girlfriend at the time had let me know early on that while cupping and stroking her breasts were fine, and it was OK to caress her tummy, she wanted to draw the line there. The afternoon she decided she wanted me to undress her completely and lie on top of her (still no hands from the lower belly down) was a big step for both of us.

It wasn't until weeks later, after some petting in the car in a safe location (my family lived out in the country, and Mom and Dad had promised we'd always have privacy if we wanted to park on the long driveway leading to the house), that my girlfriend surprised me again by whispering, "Would you like me to take off my pants? You can touch me inside, if you want to."

My heart was pounding, but of course I said yes. I still remember hardly believing it when she unbuckled her belt, opened her jeans, then lifted up so she could pull them down, and her panties with them. She slid her legs out and let her pants drop to the floor, then reclined the seat, spread her legs, and guided my right hand between them. She was warm and wet, and after I stroked her a little, she smiled and guided my middle finger inside her.

I remember being surprised by the ridges, and the angle of her core, which made her giggle. "Not what you expected?"

When I put two fingers at her opening, she nodded, and they slid in easily. I fumbled around, trying to masturbate her, but she said, "Just exploring, for now.”

What was most thrilling for me wasn't the feeling around, per se... It was her opening herself to me in a way no one ever had, before, and a way she never had before, with anyone else.

That was as far as we went that night, but the scent of her on my fingers the next morning let me know it had really happened.

After seeing a much more recent thread about women seeing a penis for the first time, it struck me how wild and strange it was to touch a woman there for the first time.

But I looked … and found no current threads, and this is the earliest one I came across!l, and only 2 replies…

So let’s try again, because this is curious to me.

When I put two fingers at her opening, she nodded, and they slid in easily. I fumbled around, trying to masturbate her, but she said, "Just exploring, for now.”

@Parker How lovely for her to have taken a little bit of charge to ease you into her anatomy. There can be so many pressures then, and fears - to have had a bit of a guide, and then to reduce expectations, would’ve been a life saver.

My first time was with a longer term girlfriend, after a date, on the floor at her parent’s house. Just kissing and petting until I reached down, snd … she didn’t stop me. She leaned into it.

Oh. Fuck.

Now I know what the dog chasing the car feels like when he catches it — WTF do I do now???

She felt warm, soft, and I felt her pubic hair, and then that magical, moist slit, and … ?? My hand was down her pants - I couldn’t see what I was up against. And none of the pictures I ever see really taught me how to negotiate one of these beasts by braille. There was this hard thing right above her vulva … yeah, her pelvic bone. It seemed like it was … in the way?

Man, all I wanted was to rip her pants off and … explore. Figure things out. Experiment a bit. But there was a girl attached to this vulva, and she had expectations of her own, but … what were they? Did she expect me to get her off? Did she want me to try? Did she think I was clumsy? Crap! Why don’t they teach us about THIS in sex ed!

All that we know as adults about peer pressure, pressure to perform, being judged… it was all there, and I didn’t anticipate ANY of it.

In the end, my analytical mind felt it was a great breakthrough, but a lost opportunity - and, sadly, it would be quite a while before I got to try again. Turns out, with my medical fetish, I was great with the book learning - but a lousy practical student.

-TYD

Don't remember the 1st one but I've explored many.😋😉

The first time I felt a vagina with my penis was so incredibly arousing that I ejaculated almost immediately after penetration... Disappointing for the woman, but an experience I'll never forget.

The first time I explored a vagina was highly embarrassing. I had had several girlfriends as a teenager, but had never been intimate in any way, as whenever I tried, I felt "uncomfortable" and "not present" (now realise I was disassociating as result of abuse). When I eventually had a girlfriend and was gradually able to become more intimate, it took a very long time before I was able touch her "down there", even over clothing. When I eventually got the courage to put my hands inside her underwear, as I touched her lips I froze, completely "lost" as to what I was doing. With a lot of encouragement, and guidance from her, I gradually built up the courage and confidence (I wasn't confident - I was physically shaking, which she could feel) to explore more. I don't know what I was expecting, but I seem to remember being really shocked at how she felt when I eventually put my fingers inside.

When I was in my Teens, I had a Girlfriend with whom I gradually built up to being able to give her an orgasm with my fingers in her Vagina. I was amazed at the feeling of the Anterior inner, wall of her Vagina. It was Ridged and felt almost identical to the Roof of one’s mouth with its rows of little Ridges. Weird huh? I found out subsequently that I had unknowingly discovered her G Spot A surprise to both of us, but an exceedingly pleasant one.

Fascinated and intrigued how smooth and sleek the cervix actually feels. Was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to palpate the uterus and the ovaries but I still hope I'll get more opportunities to learn and explore.

Either in high school or between high school and college. Slipped my hand down her pants and fingered up to my knuckles, not really exploring, just rubbing and some in and out action. Pants stayed up so it limited movement.

I was 12 the first time my finger went there.

I remember how tight and warm it felt, and the aroma lingering on my fingers was something that has stayed with me forever. Such an intoxicating perfume.

My own, age 11 or 12.

My first time was when I was 21 I am somewhat ashamed to admit and finally had a girlfriend. But this happened on the first night about 30 minutes after I first met her. And she later became my wife and we lived together for 44 years.

So, a bulls-eye on the first shot.

The first time is a memory that won't fade. She was not a virgin. Her vagina was moist, provided a nice aroma and I don't recall it being especially tight either. I got to finger her for what seems like an endless time, but alas she wouldn't allow me to fuck her despite my having a package of rubbers.

On our way to another semester of college. Ugh, hated school, but had to do it. Left my car at home, because with my lack of interest learning was brutal. It was early January and Going from the North of the banana state of California USA to the South, we had 9 hours of this drive ahead of us. We loaded up and i paid the driver my part and lifting his seat-back, i slid in onto the seat bench behind him. One of the two girls joined me and the other rode "shot-gun" up front. I had one of my new text books and began to scan it. The seat mate had brought a blanket and folded it neatly between us. There was a draft coming up from the floor of the old car and exiting behind us. I looked over to her to see how she was doing. She lifted a corner of her tan wool Army Blanket, and shrugged a shoulder at me, like, "Why not? We're Cold!" I helped her open it up to stretch it across our laps. We had to scoot closer to make it work, and as we got a little closer, she scooted twice to my once, seeking my heat, which caused me to really scoot more her way too. I reached over and sought her hand and she gave me her right into my right, putting my hand on her right leg. I put the book away and looked into her eyes for a kiss. She blushed a little and looked out at the scenery. Then pointing at some cows in a field, i nibbled her ear, knowing she was not really wanting me to look at cows. She dropped her chin and wiggled in her seat, taking a deep breath, lifting her chest and leaning slightly back. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, i turned it loose and began petting her leg. She turned and just stared at me, like What? To that i offered her another kiss. She took it kindly and i dropped onto her neck and breathed into her blouse. With that right hand coming out from the blanket, she held my head and took in some nervous breaths. I quit the hot air treatment and simply licked into the dip at her voice box. She saw the driver peeking into his rear view mirror at us, and lifted my head for another kiss, yet turning again to look out the window. Then a few miles later, came the surprise. She began loosening and opening her pedel-pusher pants under the blanket. I pretended to nibble into her ear and she laid her head against mine with a gentle slow forward nod. I took an ear lobe in and lightly sucked and stroked it with my tongue. To that, i got a, No. She did not want to be entertaining the driver, needing him to watch the road. So we sat up straight and her left hand put mmy right into her lap and she petted it, then put it on her tummy. I petted across over to her right and she breathed deeper causing her belly to pump. I dipped in under the band of her panties and her right hand jumped onto mine, pressing hard, tummy still pumping. I looked into her eyes and she gave me that subtle forward tilt, more like a point with her chin. I inched down from under her grip and she let it slip further under the cotton to discover the beginnings of her hair line. My fingers played and fluffed with delight. She shuffled in her seat and worked her clothing loose and down some, realizing i was stuck there and ensuring i did not pull her new thatch. Then leaning back, began looking intently out the window, while also raising her hips to receive more attention. She did not want me looking at her. She needed something, that kept her tummy and hips squirming, she did not know what either, i imagined. But i had one of my dad's cousins, 8 years older than me, show me something when i was 10. I carefully began to explore her, and eventually stroked over her clit, though not really knowing what i was causing in her, moving on down and feeling on her lips of both sides, i was making myself at home. I knew she had a tunnel in her and wanted to find it. But she, No, no not that, pressing above, on my hand. I just stopped, gently swaying between her folds. It was clear, she did not want me going in there. But spread wider and leaned back further, tugging on my arm to retreat. Being in the dark was an understatement, in full daylight. When my hand was on her need, she pressed it in and i began to discover dampness that was not there 15 minutes ago. This was interesting and fun to play in. Oh her breathing increased again and the juices really flowed, causing me to want that deeper part the more. I thought, surely she wanted me in there! But she had a grip on my arm and was not letting it go. Continuing too delight her secret crest under my fingers, i plucked at it, squeezed it, tried to hold it and understand it. Soon she went into spasm going stiff all over and quivering, not really cold, but quivering and stiff. She would not let go of my arm and insisted i be still for her. So i did and just relaxed with my happy hand in her crotch. It must have been at least 20 minutes before she turned loose of her grip on my arm. I go to move and she'd grab it again like, "Stay, don't move!" A little more time and she was breathing easy again and offered to allow my hand its reward. I thoroughly felt her up, inching toward that elusive tunnel of love, i believed was there. Finding it, she reached and nibbled my ear, hanging onto its lobe as she received my advances. The juices were perfect as she encouraged me to find it. As they began to dry up, i was frustrated and she simply tugged my arm back relocating my fingers onto their crested mound retreat.