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I'm 18 now, this is a story from when I was 15. I was a freshman in high school and had made the cheer team. A couple older cheerleaders, a junior and a senior at the time, had told me and two other freshman that there was a certain initiation for new cheerleaders. I should have questioned it, but I was a dumb blonde freshman and the senior was captain, so I took their word for it. They never said what the initiation was, just that we had to meet them in the cheer locker room after practice one day. All three of us showed (we were the only freshman cheerleaders), and the junior and senior were there as well. They told us that we didn't have to do the initiation to be part of the squad, but we would never be invited to team lunches and other outside activities if we didn't do it. We three agreed.
They began to explain to us what we had to do. We were to strip naked, run to the pool (which was down the hall from our locker room) and make ourselves squirt in the pool, then run back and get dressed. They said it was a test of bravery, a valuable skill for cheerleaders, but none of us fresman bought into it at first. But our captain and junior captain reminded us how we'd be ostisiced if we didn't. I went into crisis mode, because I really wanted to be in the inner ring with the cool older cheerleaders, but oh so many things could go wrong. The public nudity, the intentional contaminating of the school's pool (which was grounds for a fine and suspension), and the big thing was I was not comfortable with was masturbating in front of others. Up to this time, I had only masturbated a few times, and I only ever did when I was home alone, which wasn't often. I didn't even know what a "squirt" was at the time, and I was too embarrassed to ask the older girls, so I asked my fellow freshmen, who explained the concept. I had no idea what to do, but I didn't have time to make a thoroughly thought out because the older girls told us we had thirty minutes to strip, run, squirt, and come back. I decided I'd do it, because while I was terrified, I also kinda wanted to do it.
I had stripped naked in the locker room before, so that part wasn't a big deal. Once all three of us were stark naked, the senior went to the pool while the junior stayed. She had her phone out to use as a timer. She asked us if we were ready. None of us said yes, or no. We just sort of stood there. It was freezing in that locker room to the point where my nipples were hard and pointy (I remember that so because I was really embarrassed about it for some reason), but I felt a sweat breaking on my forehead. The junior shrugged and tapped her phone and said "go". We slowly went to the door and peeked out, making sure none of our skin touched someone else's. The hallway was empty; it was almost six pm. There would be no one in the pool room besides our captain and junior captain, though there were windows looking out at a seldom used parking lot.
Once I decided to go for it, I stepped out into the hall. I checked, and there were no security cameras around, probably because they weren't allowed by locker rooms. I ran down the hallway. It felt really awkward to run while naked. My feet slapped on the stone floor, my semi-mature breasts bouncing with my strides. I reached the pool and entered. The other two freshman had yet to follow.
In the pool room, the junior captain said it would be best to straddle a corner of the pool to insure my squirt would not miss the pool. I was not even close to having the courage to even put my hand near my girlhood at the moment, though. I just sort of stood there staring out the window to see if someone would walk/drive by and see. Soon the other two girls arrived.
Our junior captain told us that we needed to hurry. She even ave us advice on how to squirt, which was really weird, though kind of her, I guess. She didn't take off any clothes, she just kneeled down with her back to the pool. She told us to try leaning back and putting our butts over the water. One of the other girls was the only one to move. She copied what our junior captain had done. She was obviously embarrassed but probably wanted to get this over with. The rest of us watched while acting like we weren't watching as the girl started to finger her pussy.
I'll be honest, watching her stroke her love spot and slowly become arroused turned me on. I actually felt myself getting wet. I approached the edge of the pool and sat down facing towards the water. The cold wet floor on my bottom actually made me even more horny. I spread my legs as far as I could (which is pretty far; I'm a cheerleader) and I began to slowly rub my pussy. I made sure to look around and yell at the others not to watch before continuing. The third freshman finally joined a few moments later.
My breaking point slowly neared as a few minutes went by. I wasn't really occupied with the fact that I was sexually pleasuring myself with three other girls around in a public place that was no less my school. I was more concerned with having the best orgasm possible, because I had to squirt, and I was just so damn horny at the moment.
I wasn't the first to cum. It was the girl who had started first, and we all could tell she was nearing her tipping point because she began to moan loudly, which made me all the more horny. I looked over and watched as her backside pulsed back and forth, her yells of ecstasy echoing off the walls. She screamed like a horror movie actress, and I heard the drip-drop of her cum as it burst from her lilly pad and into the water. It came in the three bursts (yes, I counted) until she fell to her side and started to breathe heavily.
Not long after this, the other girl came to a climax. She had gone to the other side of the pool, so I had a perfect view as she rubbed at her pussy with one hand while groping her almost nonexistent titty with the other. As she neared her peak, she screamed "F**K" about three dozen times. She squirted like a water gun, her juices flying into the pool.
This left me, and I was almost over the edge. I had put three fingers inside myself, though i'd only ever fit two before. I went faster and faster, knowing I had to make my body push out some of my natural lubricant, or else I'd fail the initiation. I was moments away from my orgasm. I made some rather embarrassing noises in the process, but nonetheless, as I climaxed, ever so slightly, some of my love juice squirted out into the pool. I had done it.
We all went back to the locker room, got dressed, and went home. Believe it or not, me and those other two girls still talk and joke about that day. To be honest, I can't say I regret it. I have a thing for cumming in public now. I've squirted in the water fountain in front of the school….twice
I am supposed to be studying but I always am reading sex stories which turn me on like anything. Once when I was on a bus this old man grabbed my boobs and massaged them and it felt so damn good. I desperately want to be fucked but I am betraying my parents by even thinking about such things
I fapped and it got on the tap in the bath and I didnt tell anyone and I didn't clean it because Im a lazy ass
I've gotten so horny lately and I touch myself everyday watching hentai, I'm a girl.
I sometimes wonder if I make mistakes. Cause and affect.
I think maybe I need to stop talking to people.
Oh it was fun at times. It had purposes.
Sometimes you can help someone without it being obvious. You present yourself one way. Push buttons. Hope for a response. So long as the person doesn’t catch on; and the goal is to help innocents. Help do good. Be fair, but serve Gods will. Then I think it’s OK.
Maybe it’s time for me to focus on just my loved ones who still need me, and stay as healthy as I can for them. Let the rest of the world do it’s best. I only have so much energy left.
I’ll have to dwell on that.
I went to the cementary yesterday to visit the grave of a friend of mine who past away about a year ago.
After I prayed, I laid a red rose down and by then I saw this wonderful little figure of an angel. It's a figure of an angel with wings, kneeling and praying with it's eyes closed.
After considering very very very long I took it... and now I feel horrible! I stole from a dead! And it was a good friend of mine...
I was on holiday this year. Me and some friends travelled to Mallorca.
One night, I drank too much and went to the hotel earlier than the others. On my way, I met a homeless person (I had never thought that there were some in Mallorca...). I wanted to give him some money, but instead I puked on him.
I ran away after that without saying sorry.
I'm so embarrassed about that...
I am a 13 year old girl who plays video games. Obviously, in the video games I play, there is nothing but older guys. Typically 16-30. I never give out my age, due to creepy old people, or because nobody wants to talk to a 13 year old "little girl". Since I don't tell anyone my age, the guys start to like me and I have about 10 guys I talk to on a daily basis but it's mainly just talking and occasional flirting. I am mentally, physically, and especially sexually attracted to older men. so I have had feelings for every one of them at one time. I've sent nudes to one of them, the other says he loves me and he wants to meet me and he would kiss me. (Keep in mind that I met every single one of these guys online) I told another guy that I liked him and he didn't say it back but he acts like it so I think he's leading me on and I want to stop contacting him but I just can't. I have almost every one of these guys chasing after me. I know it's wrong and I could get them thrown in jail for it but it's my addiction and I can't help it.
When I was in 7th grade, I found the diary of a class mate.
Of course I read through it and I found some interesting stuff. She wrote that she was in love with our math teachter and she had some very naughty thoughts about him.
I copied the pages and blackmailed her. I wanted 50 bucks or I would give the pages to our teacher.
She gave me the 50 dollars and I gave her my copies.
I really, really, REALLY want to commit arson. I love fire, and the feeling of setting not just papers or my curtains but an entire HOUSE on fire excites me to no end. I've done research, I know how I could do it. I guess I have a problem
As achild my best friend (of the time) would always hang out at her house and play "house". I would be the dad and she would be the wife and we would always end up kissing,making out, and gropping each other. Till this day we still do this
I need to apologize, for agonizing you because of my personal insecurities. You were always a good friend to me, not my best friend, but always there when called upon. Lately, I've been jealous of your achievements even though it is my weakness to not be as good as you. I've believed hurtful rumors about you but despite all of that, I can't help but adore the person you are. I want to talk, but I don't know where to start. It's hard to be on the wrong side and face you everyday without guilt killing a part of me. Wishing you the best of all worlds, girl.
I pulled a rather nasty joke on my brother...
Recently the temperature's have falling quite a bit where I live. At night, we have sub zero temperatures.
My brother was at his girlfriend's house for the last few days, so me and a friend of mine decided to prank him.
He has a big waterbed in his room and he always likes to tell me that he loves his bed more than me.
So, we decided to open all 3 windows in his room and turn off the radiator.
As I said, it gets really fucking cold at night. He was gone for two more days and when he came home, he found one big bloc of ice in his room aka his former bed.
I am sorry bro that you had to sleep on the couch for 4 days straight until your bed has thawed.
Once on holiday in Spain, my friend and I were on the beach when a group of five boys sat next to us to make contact. I was horny and started fiddling with one of them. After some flirting I started French kissng him. I was topless with small bottoms and let him kiss my nipples.
When he was rubbing my inner thigh, I directed his hand between my legs. My friend wasn't in for it with one of the other guys, so they only could look at their lucky friend. When evening started to drop in, my friend wanted to leave, but I said I would stay a little longer.
It was getting empty at the beach and there was a clear perimeter around me and the 5 boys. I took it up a notch and put my hand in his shorts at started rubbing his hard one. He shifted my bottoms and started fingering me. The others could look straight between my legs how their friend's fingers played my pussy.
Horny as hell, I took down his shorts and led his penis to my pussy. He laid over me and entered me, taking not too long to unload inside me. When he rolled over, I could see the mixture of horniness, jealousy and a little embarressement on the other boys' faces.
Still horny, I asked the one closed to me to come over. I pulled him over me and while we started French kissing my hands opened his shorts and he fucked me straight away. Repeated the operation 3 more times so all boys could unload.
I put on my pareo and top and left, never seeing those boys again. When I arrived in our appartment, I dropped my pareo and walked to my friend on the balcony in my bikini. My bottoms were soaked with sperm and my friend noticed it. She looked up at me and I smiled slutty.
She asked me "Did you even go to his room or did you just let him fill you on the beach". I admitted to having sex at the beach and it didn't surpise her too much. She left it there not asking any further questions. I never told her I had all the boys have their way with me.
I peed in my stepdad's hot tub. He lives with us for 4 months now and he bought a hot tub for him and my mom but me and my younger brother are not allowed to go in there. And because we don't like him we decided to play some pranks on him. This was the first one; next we are going to put some fishes in it.
Because I'd like to be able to do baking, I bake a lot in the last weeks. Last weekend, I made bread, but instead of oregano, I put some of my weed in the dough. Didn't notice it at first but my daughter (she's 9) ate some of the bread for breakfast, I soon noticed that something was wrong.
I really should stop smoking pot.
I am 19 and male. I just fucked an older woman I met this summer. I've been working on her for a while, finally she actually separated from her husband and invited me over. She is 38, has a nice body, isn't that attractive, but as I saw this summer she has natural blonde hair. In our flirting she let me pull her bikini bottom aside and I could see her blonde pussy hair. I got to feel her boobs, and never really got to pull them out since we were usually in or near public places. I finally got her into bed and almost lost my hardon. She hadn't shaved her legs, but with the blonde hair I didn't mind too much, and she let her pussy hair grow wild, it was all over her lower belly and pussy, spreading down her inner thighs, and up back to her asshole. Then I thought I'd finally get to see these really nice fully D cup titties and there was hair spreading out from the nipples. The hair on her body is blonde like on her head, but on her tits it's a light brown.
I am 19 and I am a guy. I pulled the blinds, and stuck my dick in her pussy and came. Luckily she did too, and I could escape. Not sure I'm going back, even though it was good pussy. I have a big, thick cock and her husband she said was only about 5" long and very thin, so it was really tight. I can't take hair on tits though.
I always tell my girlfriend I showered when she asks if I showered before she sucks my dick. Truth is though, most of the times I didn’t shower and acted like I did.
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
I maturbatd next to my sibling while they were sleeping......I don't know how to feel
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