History_25_I become AVAILABLE and I like it ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

There is an opinion that everything secret someday becomes clear and my History is visual confirmation of this. An accidentally seen “scene”, an accidentally heard phrase, a dropped remark, or simply a desire to brag and tell someone else about someone else’s secret…. And now your secret is not a secret at all, but a well-known fact.
I’m not saying that everyone knew about me and knew right away, but rumors about my “strange” behavior began to spread throughout the school with alarming speed. Someone told something to someone - but the 9th grade girls, Yulka, Tanya, communicated not only with Yana or me. They had their own girlfriends and friends, they had their own social circle. One model Anya is worth something. And their social circle had their own girlfriends and friends, and rumors about me spread even further. Someone turned out to have “acquaintances” in the village, and this added additional rumors about me. “Fame” began to spread about me, only not the good one with which you walk with your head held high, but the “fame” - dirty, sticky, from which you want to wash yourself off, but it’s impossible to do this, because that “fame” sticks to you more and more. I’m not saying that I became a “celebrity” overnight, but everything was leading to this and I felt and understood it more and more with each passing day. More and more often the thought came to me: “What’s next?” How can I continue to live and build relationships with girlfriends, acquaintances and friends if these relationships become a burden for me?
I confess to you that several times I was even going to “talk” to Yana and stop this “game”. For half the night I came up with arguments, selected in my head the words that I would say to her... and in the morning, I met a girl at school and again resignedly, and most importantly with pleasure, obeyed her again. Speaking of rumors, for example about the fact that I, instead of Yana, am on duty and clean the ninth grade, spread throughout the school very quickly. True, the girl needs to be given her due here. She wasn’t “scared” when high school girls approached her and began to sort of find out “what and how, and why is this happening?”, but immediately came up with a legend and confidently stated that my family now has a very difficult financial situation and that we need money and she I'm just paid to clean her classroom. She even named the amount. For an adult it’s simply funny, but for schoolchildren it’s basically solid. Questions about my “cleaning” disappeared for a while, but soon, other students and I began offering to clean the classroom for them and immediately gave me money. And since, according to the legend invented by Yana, I could not refuse, like I desperately needed money, I always agreed and soon cleaned in 9-A and 9-B, and 9-B, and then in tenth grades. And even if this didn’t happen every day, it happened nonetheless. Now I won’t dwell in more detail on those cleanings, because nothing particularly interesting happened there, I’ll just say that both girls and boys offered me to clean the classroom, and I very rarely refused. And yet, since I took money for cleaning, the requirements for that cleaning were “excessive.” It happened that the girls who “hired” me demanded to wipe the board again, because, in their opinion, there were chalk stains on it, or, for example, to wash the floor again, because it was still not sufficiently clean. clean. And if you ask, “What did I get from those cleanings? Was I really so greedy for the “pennies” that they paid me?, then I will answer that I didn’t need that money for nothing. I was touched and touched very much by everything that was happening, I was worried about the process itself, in which I saw elements of my subordination and humiliation, moreover, to girls who were younger than me in age. And most importantly, the “spectators”, I immediately realized that I was very turned on, that they were “looking at me”. It was the duty officer who “negotiated” with me for “cleaning”, but when I came to her class after school, there, as if by chance, there were other classmates who had nothing to do with duty that day. They specifically stayed to see how I would clean their classroom. Moreover, the “spectators” were never silent. They deliberately “animatedly” discussed some “important” topic, without involving me in the conversations, as if emphasizing that I was “service personnel” for them, and therefore had no right to take part in the conversations. Now I can’t convey in words all that surroundings, the whole atmosphere of those cleanings, but I hope that you understand what I wanted to tell you. Once I was at home, I always “played out” everything that was happening, “fantasizing” and “dreaming” about how I was cleaning the classroom completely naked, and the girl who paid me for cleaning did not just shout at me - “Hey Dombazova, between the rows with a wet rag go for a walk again! Can't you see that it's still dirty there! Why am I paying you money?!”... and at the same time, in front of everyone, she puts me naked on my knees in front of her, hits me on the cheeks with her palm and.... In a word - PUNISHES me. Also, the students’ attitude towards me gradually began to change, and I myself began to behave differently, communicating with my peers and even with those who were younger than me. The fact is that with each new “game” in which Yana involved me, I, as they say, immersed myself headlong and it became more and more difficult for me to separate the “game” from reality. And if I add here my constant “fantasies and desires,” then I no longer fully understood whether I could say “no” or whether I was forced to agree with everything. Sometimes it got to the point of funny. Once I was walking alone on the 4th floor, during a long break, and a girl from the 8th grade (from the EIGHTH grade, not even from the ninth) suddenly called out to me - “Oh, little one, stop!” and I obediently stopped. The girl was standing near the window, probably standing with her classmate, but that’s not the main thing. She was eating a cake at that moment and having already taken a couple of bites, she told me, “Little one, open your mouth, bite and eat!” Very tasty!”... The cake really turned out to be very tasty. I took one bite, then another... And “the little ones, smiling sweetly, continued to “feed me from their hands,” sincerely believing that they had the right to do so, because they probably saw how I was “fed” by Yana and her friends in the buffet... Well, they decided that they could do the same. They also started “touching” me at school, accidentally and not very well. Once, at a school assembly, two 11th grade girls from a parallel class, Marinka S and Lena Sh, who were standing next to me, suddenly took my hands and began to paw them. Don't touch or just hold me. The girls groped my hands, kneaded my hands, kneaded my fingers and squeezed my wrists tightly. Several times I pulled my hands back, but the girls returned them back, simply put them behind their backs and started touching them again. A couple of times I tried to “protest” and pull my hands back, but then... I obeyed, and just stood there the whole line with my hands behind my back, and the girls kneaded and stroked them for me. I then stood in a common “heap” of two 11th grades and, of course, from the outside, no one saw or noticed anything, but from the behavior of those girls I realized that they already knew something about me. Although... maybe they had no idea about anything. It’s just that about 10 days before this incident, I began to walk around school with half-naked arms. Well, I “rolled up” my sleeves like Yana did, and now my arms were always bare to the elbows. By the way, it was Yana who ordered me to “roll up” my sleeves, and now very often, during breaks, I caught the “attentive” glances of both boys and girls on my hands. And especially the boys, under any pretext, now tried to touch my hands, as they say, “with or without reason.” During a physics lesson, when there were two 11th graders in the gym, some people, as if by chance, tried to touch me. I can’t explain to you exactly now, but then I immediately realized that they were “touching” me purposefully. And then, in the locker room, there was a continuation. While changing clothes, the girls started to go crazy, and of course I had a blast with everyone else. Only at some point it turned out that I found myself “alone”, but the girls, both from my class and from a parallel class, “turned out” together... And for example, a banal boasting of tits immediately developed into a common attempt to take off my bra , and if you're lucky, then panties. From the outside, of course, everything looked like a game, and everything was done amid general hubbub and laughter, some of the girls even filmed what was happening on their phones, but I was not in the mood for laughter. For some reason I clearly understood that if I gave in and gave up now, it would be the last straw. Therefore, I desperately resisted and the girls retreated, no longer trying to completely undress me, and tried the elasticity of my tits and butts simply “by touch”, through my underwear. Although, for the sake of fairness, I will say that we all touched each other then, and I myself also “touched” the tits of all the girls who were in the locker room at that moment. There was another funny incident. During a chemistry lesson, I asked to go to the toilet, and when I ran there, I came face to face with two “Gypsies” or “Moldavians”, although I don’t know exactly what their nationality was, and I don’t even remember their names. I just know that they were cousins ​​and studied in 10-A. Dark-skinned, very pretty in appearance, the sisters were dull, lazy and very arrogant, both in their behavior and in their speech.
They were about to leave, but when they ran into me, they suddenly grabbed me by the arms and brazenly dragged me inside. The sisters, right away, began to “present” something to me, reprimand me, and even lightly pushed me on the shoulders and back. They mixed our words abundantly with their “national” ones and of course I was confused. And also, having gotten used to the fact that Yana and her friends could always “take advantage” of me, I could not understand in any way whether the sisters were now attacking me on their own, or whether they were doing this at Yana’s request. Be that as it may, I missed the time to fight back and the “gypsies”, of course, took advantage of this. How else? If a girl who has been bullied behaves like a victim and does not try to stand up for herself, then it is stupid to refuse the opportunity to command her and humiliate her. One of the sisters firmly held my hands behind my back, and the other, “leaning on me,” began to try to paw at my breasts, well through my blouse, and for some reason, constantly tried to kiss me on the lips. I say again that I missed the time to resist and soon I was groped by both the first sister and the second. The girls groped me, talking about something to each other in their own language, I think they were simply commenting on what was happening... and I stood silently and not knowing how to behave, I allowed them to continue doing this. I even let them lift my sweater up to my chin and they touched my bare stomach, and my tits through my bra. I “woke up” only when one of the sisters began to unbutton the button on my jeans and try to take them off... Immediately the struggle began. One was holding my hands, and the other was fiddling with a button and trying to pull off my jeans, but I desperately resisted. The “struggle” dragged on and precious time was gradually running out - soon the bell from the lesson was supposed to ring. So, in the end, the “gypsies” offered me a choice. Either I take turns kissing them, or I pull down my jeans myself and urinate in the toilet, right in front of them. I don’t know why, but I didn’t kiss them. Demonstratively, as if for show, I myself lowered my jeans and panties to my knees, and “straight up”, so as not to splash my shoes, squatted right above one of the “common” holes and began to urinate. And since at that moment I really wanted to go to the toilet, there were a lot of me and I peed for quite a long time.
But the funniest thing was that I still didn’t understand whether these Moldovan girls knew something about me, or simply repeatedly saw me peeing in the toilet in front of everyone during breaks, but why did they run into me then? , still remains a mystery. Moreover, in the future, they never pestered me or tried to catch me. I want to say a few more words about kisses. Very often girls and even boys began to try to kiss me. It seemed like a joke, as if it was some kind of game, but be that as it may, they began to come at me with kisses, also regularly. And it would be okay once or twice, but when everyone who has the courage tries to do this, and at almost every break, it is natural that by the end of the day, I was so tired of resisting that I no longer even “fighted back”, but translated everything was a joke, she just allowed herself to be kissed, especially by girls, since for some reason they were much bolder than the boys. A couple of times I even kissed “like an adult,” with my tongue. I mean that not only with Yana and her “retinue”, but with “leftist” girls in general. In short, I won’t tell you about all the cases, but I will dwell on one in more detail. 9-A class, parallel to the “B” class in which my Yana studied. So, probably Yana had some kind of “misunderstanding” with one of the girls, Ira K, and for some reason Yana decided to “cling to this Ira not directly, but through me. Like Ira is a “bluestocking” and a nerd, and in general, she doesn’t know how to kiss. Well, according to Yana, I could teach Ira if she only had the courage to do so... It got to the point that during my “cleaning for a fee”, Ira was brought into Yana’s class, and she, under the comments of everyone who was nearby at the time, tried to kiss me. Of course, the surroundings were not conducive to kissing, I was disheveled, with a mop and a bucket, driven to despair, Ira, who was very embarrassed by everything that was happening and was very pressed... So the kisses turned out “so-so.” As a result, Ira, to the laughter of Yana and her friends, ran out of the class, and everything would have been fine, but this story, unexpectedly for me, had a continuation. Having caught me when I was leaving the workshops alone, this Ira, unexpectedly, “flew up” to me and…. she went in for a kiss. I don’t know if the girl wanted to prove something to me, or to herself, I think it’s the latter. But Ira, pressing my back against the wall, began to poke her lips into my lips. She did it all very abruptly, even “nervously”, probably fearing that I would run away or simply make her laugh... But I just opened my mouth and started kissing Ira myself, but “for real”. For a couple of seconds, out of surprise, the girl “froze,” and then she also opened her lips for me and I happily stuck my tongue into her mouth, and after a couple of seconds, I felt her tongue on my lips, and so on. mouth... We kissed for a very long time and I even allowed myself to put my hand under the girl’s sweater and “brazenly” kneaded her tit through the bra. I also had a “new secret” and it was connected with 9th grader Kolya. Remember, I already told you about him. It so happened that I then jerked him off again, for some reason it was very interesting for me, and I even wanted to see his penis, the head of which did not open. And probably, after the “second and third time,” this boy decided that I should always do this, at his first request. Moreover, Kolya did not catch me at school or somewhere on the street. He simply came to my house, rang the doorbell and asked my mother to “call Natasha.” Mom always called me. Kolka was very handsome, even somewhat domestic, and did not cause any fear to my mother. I always went out to the boy’s entrance in a robe, and my mother didn’t even realize that under the robe I was completely naked. Kolka immediately took me by the hand and pulled me with him to the very top floor. There, the boy asked me to open my robe completely, groped my naked body, well, those places that I allowed him... And then, pulling out his cock, he began to jerk off, getting very excited by the fact that I was watching him do it. But I just didn’t look for long and immediately began to “help” him and always, with my own hands, brought him to orgasm, watching with pleasure how tight, whitish streams splashed and abundantly watered the walls of the entrance... \-\ That day, Kolka came to me when my parents were not yet at home. As usual, the boy took me by the hand and dragged me upstairs... where it turned out that two more boys, Dima and Arthur, were already waiting for us. I didn’t know these boys, because they didn’t study at our school, and I couldn’t even say for sure whether they were older than Kolka himself, younger, or the same age.
As soon as we were on the top floor, Kolka immediately asked the guys - “Do they know that Dombazova is completely naked under her robe?” and smiling, he invited me to show them the body. Yeah, now! As they say, why would! Naturally, I refused, and pretending to be very angry, I even tried to leave, but Kolka grabbed my hands, telling me that they would still check whether I was naked under the robe or not, but only if they did it themselves, then alone “ the matter will not end with an inspection. Realizing that no one would just let me go, and most importantly, because of the growing excitement, I agreed and, opening my robe, showed the boys my completely naked body... I think that I was their first “live” girl whom they saw naked, so they looked for a long time. And then, absolutely unexpectedly, one of the boys, either Dima or Arthur, in a voice choked with excitement, whispered: “C-can I t-touch it?” I think that the question was addressed to me, but Kolka answered it: “Of course you can!” You're still asking! Dombazova loves to be pawed!” For a couple of minutes there was a fuss on the landing, as Kolka tried to unfasten the buttons of my robe, but I, naturally, “resisted.” Well, you understand, I didn’t resist with full strength... Well, it got to the point that I allowed that robe to be removed from me completely. Although, as I allowed, Kolka, with an unexpectedly very sharp movement, pulled back the hem of my robe, and I finally found myself completely naked. - He returned the robe! - I demanded menacingly
- What then?, Kolka didn’t even think about returning my clothes to me, - Are you going to scream? Shout! The neighbors will come out and see that you are completely naked and with three boys! I imagined this situation for a second, and asked more conciliatoryly
- Okay, what do you want?
- We are now pawing you all over...
- And kissing! - Dima inserted his own into the conversation “5 kopecks”
- Yes, and we kiss! And you stand there and let them do it! Don't resist!
- And you're letting me go? Kolka smiled: “And we’re not holding you even now!”
I immediately refined
-Give me my robe and I’ll leave? Do you swear?
“We swear,” the boys started shouting in unison and I immediately dropped my hands at my sides, ceasing to cover my naked body. Damn, people, just don't judge me! I understand that I behaved like a slut, but at that moment I was so excited that I simply could not resist it. They touched me for a very long time. At first, carefully, as if afraid to scare them away, the boys stroked me all over: face, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, legs and butt…. Well, then they started kissing me. Just not on the lips. More precisely, not only on the lips. The boys started kissing all over me, my naked body. It seems that it was Kolka who kissed me first, and then Dima and Arthur tried to keep up with their friend. Neck, chest, stomach, back, my hips... The boys kissed me very demandingly, almost to the point of hickeys, and of course, not forgetting to paw me all over. This time they groped me, “in a masterly manner” - brazenly, even rudely... And then I finished. The orgasm was so strong that I even covered my mouth with my palm so as not to scream at the entire site... I had not yet had time to catch my breath, and Kolka gave me a new order
- Put your hands behind your back! I noticed that he was holding the belt from my robe and understood perfectly well why he wanted it, but I could no longer protest. I no longer had the strength to do this, and after everything that had just happened, I no longer had any right. I just whispered: “You swore!”, but I put my hands behind my back and Kolka immediately began to tie my wrists. Having tied my hands, Kolka defiantly groped me, and this time I winced from the severe discomfort between my legs after orgasm. - Let's do it, Dombazova! Now you take us all into our mouths and we let you go on all four sides! Kneel down in front of us!,” adding “menacing” intonations to his voice, Kolka immediately pressed his foot under my knees and I was forced to carry out the order. By this time, all three had already taken their dicks out of their trousers and were masturbating them openly in front of me
- Or let’s do this, you suck one of us, and the others rub their heads over your lips, and then cum on your face and on naked body! Dombazova agree! In my opinion this is the best option for you! The worst thing is that Kolka proposed this in all seriousness and I realized that no one was going to let me go just like that.
“I’ll jump off now!” I said quietly
“What?” Kolka asked me
/>- I’m going to jump off the stairs now…. I think that the boys were really scared that I would do this, because Kolka immediately untied my hands.
- At least give the three of us a handjob or something! Dombazova broke the whole buzz! - he said with some offense and the boys began to “hide” their members in their jeans, and then I myself suggested
- Good! I jerk off all three of you until you get high, but you don’t cum on me, not on my body, not on my face, much less in my mouth! Do you agree? - and I think there is no need to clarify that the boys immediately agreed... After this incident, Kolka, Dima and Arthur will come to me regularly. Sometimes three of us, sometimes two, but most often alone. They came into my entrance, rang the bell at my door, and I, in a robe, went with them to the top floor, showed my tits, allowed myself to be touched and even kissed, and then... and then I jerked off, always jerked off, and always until I got high... Something like this.....