Note - All characters in this story are fictitious and are above the age of 18.
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In high school my classmates considered me fairly normal. In saying that, I’m not a boring nerd but I was the same as most people. I got on well with everyone and I consider myself fun to be with. But I knew different. There are 2 things about myself, which I know that if they were revealed, I would certainly be turned into an outcast.
The first was my interest in girls. Maybe now I should describe myself. I have what some might call a classic figure. Straight blonde hair that flowed down too my shoulders and a roundish sort of face with full pouting lips. My breasts are perhaps my favourite part of my body. Maybe not quite as big as I’d like at 32 D but I’m sure they’re the object of many of my male classmate’s wet dream. My flat and supple torso then runs onto my long thin legs. I’m proud of my body, I just wish girls would notice as well as boys.
My second secret is a fetish. I discovered water sports while masturbating a few years ago. As usual I was dreaming of forbidden love: other girls. Some from school, my older sister and then of course Britney and other stars. It was late at night but the light was on in my room, as I lay naked on my bed with legs spread apart. I always like to start slowly by just opening my outer lips and tickling my clit. This always gets me going and in the end I can’t help myself and I just plunge in. This particular night I had gone to bed on a full bladder and to this day I cant remember why. But anyway there I was with two finger of my left hand frigging away at my pussy and 1 finger of my right hand wedged in my ass.
Juice was cascading onto my hand and I could feel an orgasm building. I added a third finger to my pussy and used my thumb to rub my swollen clit. My ass got a second finger and I started humping up and down of my hands.
Images started flashing before my eyes. Changing for PE seeing those breasts that were stretching, urging to be released from their leather prisons. Walking in on my sister in the bath, seeing her magnificent tits and her bald pussy. Secretly looking at porn sites on the PC down stairs. Looking in wonder at the dirty images on the screen.
All these memories started to get faster and more vivid. My fingers were moving like pistons in and out of both my holes. I realised that I was shouting obscenities and moaning and screaming in between. With 1 final grunt my cunt exploded with cum. 2 minuets later I came back to earth and found my fingers how I’d left them. With a plop, I pulled out of my ass; the fingers now coated with brown stains. I started idly pulling and my nipples and cupping my tits, sending shudders down my body.
I happened to look down at my pussy and saw that my legs were covered with liquid and were shining in the light. I rubbed a clean finger over it and sniffed. Piss! I had been so out of it that I had pissed all over myself and at first I was disgusted with myself. But, the more I thought about it; I realised that it had caused one of the most intense orgasms of my life! I drifted off into sleep with my hand still in my cunt.
My Mum aroused me using her usual technique: banging on the door and screaming at me to get up. I listened for her footsteps going back down stairs and I rolled out of bed and the sheet came with me. It had stuck fast to my legs. I groaned as the memories of last night came back to me. I smiled to myself and wrenched myself free. I stumbled out of my room, still naked toward the shower room. I had been caught several times by my parents doing this, but they didn’t mind. Although today was different. My legs were covered in dried girl-cum and piss. My pussy was open, red and sore and 2 of my fingers were covered with shit stains. There would have been more then an eyebrow raised if either my Mum or Dad had seen me that morning.
The rest as they say, is history. I started masturbating twice a day and when the situation allowed, I pissed over myself during the process. The biggest thrill, was getting caught, so I did it in daring placed, in class, in the school toilets, in the cinema, on the kitchen table at home and lastly in my front garden in broad day light.
This takes us back to the present. A new girl joined our class a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t think much of her though. She was pretty, with black hair and nice tits. I noticed her after PE one afternoon during one of my treasured class showers. As I ogled all the naked bodies in front of me, our eyes met for a split second, she had caught me staring! I suddenly found a very interesting crack in the floor to study. My mind was spinning. What would this girl do? Spread it round the school? No. She has no proof. No one would believe the new girl! I risked a glance up at her. The girl’s face was blank but she seemed deep in thought.
15 minuets later and girls were filing out of the gym to begin the walk or bus journey home. She was waiting when I came out and she motioned me to walk with her. I nearly pissed myself! What did she want? To outlay her demands? Blackmail? No her face didn’t show it.
Curious now I walked along side her. She started talking but didn’t look at me. Instead it was her turn to find something fascinating on the ground.
“I saw you staring at everyone.” She looked like she hadn’t planed far enough ahead to think of what to say next.
