Men: When did you see your first Vagina / Vulva in person?

@Agracier said

How about guilt? Religious guilt after Sunday school for instance? It's easy to lay on a guilt trip on kids.

Or maybe too much bragging? Telling friends who tell it further until it gets to someone with a grudge or envy and who then blabs to the wrong person or maybe even rats the (lucky) kid out on purpose.

I've known kids in school who just couldn't keep their blabbing mouths shut. Even if it got themselves in trouble too. Just couldn't keep quiet about anything to save their lives. They just had to tell/gossip about everything they knew, and preferably at the dinner table, in front of everyone. And it often wasn't even maliciously intended either. They just couldn't think through the consequences of what would happen.

I suppose this last classifies as stupid.

Those are all good points, especially the last.

Growing up in an atheist house, religious guilt or Sunday School was never an issue. Keeping secrets was also never a problem.

I'm glad the boys I defiled in high school kept their mouths shut.

Years back, before all this electronic tracking of sexy teachers in heat there was a story about a 14 year old boy who was chosen to be the subject in a class about sexual harassment. He was complaining about getting groped by a female during the demonstration. My immediate thought was how unlucky could a teacher be to have chosen what was probably the only 14 year old boy in the whole country who would complain about being groped by a female. Thinking back to when I was that age, I cannot think of any teen aged boy I knew who would complain. That was the stuff of our dreams.

Those are all good points, especially the last.

Growing up in an atheist house, religious guilt or Sunday School was never an issue. Keeping secrets was also never a problem.

I'm glad the boys I defiled in high school kept their mouths shut.

Yeah except they were 15 too.

I think a lot of the time they get caught because of texts that the parents intercept. Hard to deny it if it's in black and whte. Once the cops get involved they will go back and retrieve every text you ever sent.

@agracier

I bet if all Zity members ever came together for a big convention, I wouldn't be noticed and no one would start a conversation with me either.

Hell, you look like Groucho Marx to me. You definitely would be noticed.

@Moppys_jalopy said

I think a lot of the time they get caught because of texts that the parents intercept. Hard to deny it if it's in black and whte. Once the cops get involved they will go back and retrieve every text you ever sent.

That's the problem with texts, emails and paper.

Talking on a burner phone leaves no trail. 😎

@plumber70 said

Religion never stopped me from doing whatever I wanted. I was suppose to be a pure, innocent, god-sent Catholic. Ha, ha, ha, yeah right. I'll leave it at that. Don't even dare to ask me what I truly think about any religious beliefs. My reply would be immediately deleted by the mods that patrol here.

Oh, come on. Spill you guts, tell us what you think.

Anybody with half a brain knows there's no god, no spirit, no soul, no reincarnation or any other nonsense like that, and religion is nothing more than a bunch of well off people trying to control needy people who are either ignorant or not very intelligent.

You want proof? If there was a loving god watching, we wouldn't be in this dire situation with covid-19 right now. Certainly we wouldn't be having thousands of people die from the disease on a daily basis.

It sounds more like as malevolent, sadistic god to me (if there was one).

This thread seems to be going slightly astray.

Let's get it back on-topic.

My wife is a perfect example of why there isn’t one!

I had to wait until I was about 16 or 17. I know I felt one before I saw one.

My big sister’s idea of playing “house” was me playing the part of a guy who would walk in for breakfast having forgotten to dress after his bath (I would have been five or six at the time.) But we got caught by our parents, who didn’t make a big deal out of it, but Mom told us not to play any more games like that... so I didn’t see Rachel in her birthday suit, at that point.

And even years later, with Dad’s “no shame over what we look like” rules in the house, so that nudity at home was OK, I did see Rachel’s breasts, butt and pubic hair (e.g., her getting in and out of the bath), but not her sex, per se... Dad said if my sister agreed, it would be OK for me to learn about female anatomy by inspecting Rachel, as long as there was no sex play. But both of us told him we thought that was a repulsive idea. Boundaries are there for a reason.

Even when my first serious girlfriend and I started getting naked together, it was holding each other with our clothes off (me on top of her) but I couldn’t really see her pussy, and she would ask me to turn my back for a moment when she was ready to get out from under me, and dressed.

It wasn’t until one night of heavy petting in the car that my girlfriend surprised me by asking if I’d like her to take her pants off and let me explore her, inside. A dream come true, but there wasn’t a lot of light...

A few weeks later, we were actually petting in the car in the daytime, with the seats down... and she was really turned on, partially by the risk of getting caught. I asked her if she wanted me to touch her inside, and the timing of this idea got her nipples hard. She agreed.

She wanted to be undressed, not to undress herself. So I pulled her shirt and open bra out of the way, opened her pants, and got her completely nude. She was lying down, impossible for people in the nearby ballpark to see (I hoped), and as my fingers went in, I got my first in-person look at what I’d been touching. I was surprised by the shape of her labia, which were different from the ones I usually saw in Penthouse.

She didn’t climax... I think both of us were a little too nervous, for that... but it was an unforgettable “first.”

The first time I really saw a vagina was when I was about 7 years old. I played with a neighbor girl my age(Pam) and she had an older sister(Debbie), who was nine. One time I came over to play with Pam and she was sick so as I left, Debbie came out the door and asked me to stay and play with her. We played around in the yard and swing-set and sand box and then she wanted to make a fort under the back porch. It led to a "show me yours and I'll show you mine" game, and me being only about 7, there was no sexual urge, just curiosity. When she pulled down her undies, I remember being puzzled because her bare front looked like what I thought was a small ass! I really had no clue what I would see and we both pulled up our pants and that was it, simple curiosity and nothing more.

Mine was like tomvolts , around eight years old a fort three boys one neighbor girl the same age, one and done.

When I played doctor as a kid it was all about the butt so I don't remember seeing a vagina back then. My first memory seeing one was when I was 16 and my girlfriend was the same age. She was across my lap and let me lift her skirt and pull down her panties and open her legs and touch and caress and finger her pussy. Very memorable!

I was about six, she, Christine was about twelve. Playing Dr’s & Nurses. I was transfixed, and puzzled about what looked like a little red button at the top. Now I know it to be her clitoris. I did think it looked the same colour as my glans when the foreskin was retracted, and thought somehow it was the same.

Playing "doctor" with my cousin. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old at the time. From what I hear, that type of curiosity is very common and normal during at that stage of children's development.

I suppose I was about five years old. I had only brothers at the time. We had a summer cottage on a small lake in New England. Next door, our neighbors were originally from a far off place called, "Alaska." They had a few older boys and two girls, one a bit older than I and one slightly younger. We were playing in the woods when one of them decided she needed to take a dump, so she just pulled down her pants, squatted down and wiped with some leaves. I don't think I was really interested in seeing the process, but I remember being quite surprised that she didn't seem to need a toilet. One of them asked me if I'd ever seen a girl's parts. I said "No." They both proceeded to drop their pants and give me a little show. They even demonstrated how they urinated. I had no concept of sexuality or sexual reproduction at the time, so I remember being somewhat indifferent. Then they asked to see my penis. They said they had seen glimpses of their brothers genitalia, but never had the chance to really examine all the parts. No one had ever expressed any interest in my penis. It was just a matter of fact for me and my brothers; a penis was just a tube for emptying the bladder. Being very innocent, I dropped my pants. I don't recall getting an erection, but they did ask if they could touch it. I agreed and they were fascinated with the glans. I remember them remarking to each other how soft and nice the glans was. I pulled up my pants and we played some more in the woods. When we were on our way back indoors, and just outside our cottage, they asked me if they could touch my penis again. So, I opened my fly and pulled out my little trophy. They began to touch it again, remarking how they loved the feel of the glans. About this time, my grandmother looked out the window and saw the two girls fondling my wiener. My mother came flying out of the door and broke up our little party. When she had sent the girls home, she explained to me that this was a very private part of me, not for anyone else to see or touch. Not long after that my folks sold the cottage and I never saw the girls again, but always remembered their fascination with my penis. It was the first time I remembered being proud of it and quite flattered that a couple of girls took such an interest in it. Then, when I was eighteen years old, we got a visit at our home from the family who had been or vacation neighbors so many years before. The older of the two girls did not come along, but the younger did. She was quite hot. By then I was quite oversexed and dying for some sexual contact. My mother said, "Morty, you remember *************, don't you? They were our neighbors, next door at the summer cottage we had." The girl flashed her eyes at me quite coyly. Yes. I did remember her. I wished we could have some alone time, but their visit was very brief. It would have been fun to see and show how things had changed as we had each grown up and developed. That will ever remain a fantasy, only.

Play doctors and nurses with my sisters for many years.

I was twelve when a group of us were out riding our bikes when it was suggested we pair off and check each other out. I ended up with this lovely girl, about a year younger then me. Her vulva was beautiful with her inner lips just poking out between her outer lips.

As far as seeing a vagina, I was eighteen and she was seventeen, when we started to have sex. Sixteen is the legal age in Australia.

It was great to watch her closing up after my penis had come out of her.

I saw the first labia (vulva) when I was in about the 2nd grade when two fourth grade gals turned around, pulled down their panties and showed me "theirs". No one else was around. It wasn't until years later when I began to have sex (prior to our marriage) with my first wife that I actually saw her vagina and clitoris. Obviously, oral sex was involved by then.

Moppy's jalopy suggested a few weeks back I must have been Matt Damon at age 14 to get the attention of co-eds at a fraternity-sorority mixer on 1959. He almost hit the nail on the head.

Coincidentally, I had just started wearing glasses with large black frames. The mixer was the first Saturday In February 1959, and my getup in a coat and tie and distinctive glasses as a midyear entering freshman made me look like Buddy Holly -- less than a week after "the Day the Music Died." When sisters, not in on the prank, showed interest in me, I avoided questions about myself by asking my interlocutors about themselves. The women found this very appealing, an insight that served me well in future relationships at the State U campus and through 1980, when I began dating Carla. Later that evening, I traded oral sex with a 19-year old woman. For the next three years, I had lots of fun. None of that would have happened, had it not been for the dumb luck of my glasses prescription.

About 10 years old. My 17 yo cute assed cousin Janet. She was also tasked with giving me enemas that summer since I struggled with continual constipation. She was totally cool and would make taking them pretty damn pleasant. Moving and twisting the big nozzle in and out, and spending a lot of time lubricating me. Towards the end of my summer stay there, she would give them to me in a t shirt and panties. The memory of her in those panties gets me hard to this day! I talked her into letting me give her an enema one day that summer when she had an upset tummy. She started to get on her side, but I reminded her that she always had me take them in knee chest position. Fair is fair I said. She relented and voila! I can still remember the site of that beautiful pink vulva and her little pink pucker. I scooped up a finger full of Vaseline end eased it in her cute rectum! After about 30 seconds, she said “that’s enough lube I think”. Did that feel as good for you as when you do it for me, I asked? She just nodded her head and said in a low voice”yes”. I gently eased the big black “bat” nozzle in her. I gave it a few extra twist an turns for good measure. I opened the clamp and let it run slowly. I worked up the nerve to gently touch those beautiful butterfly lips which elicited a moan. She then started rubbing a spot further up ( which I now know is the clitoris) and she steadily moaned. It didn’t take her long as she was clearly turned on. She was panting as she finished and I heard the gurgle of the bag empty. I pulled out the nozzle slowly as she sat there and caught her breath. I gave her privacy while she expelled. She came back out to the couch and cuddled in behind me with her perky breasts in my back and kissed my forehead. I told her thank you for letting me do that and for letting me touch her vagina. She tousled my hair and said “no problem little cousin”.

Not until I was 25 and first got together with my now wife.

The women found this very appealing, an insight that served me well in future relationships at the State U campus and through 1980, when I began dating Carla. Later that evening, I traded oral sex with a 19-year old woman. For the next three years, I had lots of fun. None of that would have happened, had it not been for the dumb luck of my glasses prescription.

Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. Your resemblance to Buddy Holly sure worked for you. I was not so lucky. I did see my younger sisters naked and even changed them but my first look at the "beaver" happened my freshman year of college at 19. I really had no idea what to do with it either. This was my brothers best friends sister and she really took me to school that late summer. I'd like to go back and have a do over on that one!

Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. Your resemblance to Buddy Holly sure worked for you. I was not so lucky. I did see my younger sisters naked and even changed them but my first look at the "beaver" happened my freshman year of college at 19. I really had no idea what to do with it either. This was my brothers best friends sister and she really took me to school that late summer. I'd like to go back and have a do over on that one!

I was 19 and she was 16. She went to a much larger school than I did and I think she must have learned stuff they never taught in my high school. I sure wish I could have a do over on our dates. She stuffed my face between her legs but I had no idea what I should be doing down there other than licking. I had no idea what/where/how I should be doing it.

I don't remember my exact age when I saw my first vagina. I know I was a child because my parents weren't modest and I often kept my mother and father company as a three to five or six year old when they were getting dressed in the morning. The first vagina on a person my own age was when I saw Susan's little clam at an eighth grade graduation party along with many of our friends. It would be almost three more years before I would get inside it.

You saw theirs or they all saw hers, which I think is more likely.

It must be the name. There was a Susie alias Susie Bang Bang/sexy Susie in my class who had parties at her house every week. I was never invited. 😢

First time i really saw a vagina was during my son’s birth. I saw lots of labia and clits. But not vaginas. We had lots of or oral before, but it was external from what I saw.

You saw theirs or they all saw hers, which I think is more likely.

Everybody (30-40 people) saw her vagina. I was merely a member of the crowd. I did make sure to "talk to her" as she put her clothes back on in the back yard. I remember she had a cute little bush. Bush and boobs gives you something to look at while you're talking to girls and that was very important when I was 14. It was an event everyone remembered because no one expected her to jump out naked from under the blanket.

My mums vagina. i remember it as clear as day i went into her bedroom for some reason my mum works nights and she is a very heavy sleeper. she was asleep naked on the bed but the covers were off and her legs were wide open. i remember having a good luck but guilt set in that i shouldnt be doing this so i left the room but then the horny wanker in me went back into the room and wanked off looking shot my dry load and left. there was a few occasions where i rubbed my cock on her tit and nipple i couldnt resist knowing how it felt my glands touching a nipple and tit.

More likely you all saw a vulva - not a vagina.

Vulva at least properly , friend with her knickers down in her bedroom 5 or 6 I should think.