[F]irst Time Camming

*Timeline: 2013-2014*

I started camming partly for money but more importantly for the experience, weird I know.

You see, I am from a smallish city in a state that doesn’t matter. When I say small I mean like, you have to ask “who’s your grandma” before fucking someone. For me, the likelihood a guy was related to me was even higher because my grandma birthed damn near half the town. For example, the cute boy who ushers near the pulpit on youth Sundays; he’s my cousin. That dreamy guy who helps with landscaping at school; he’s my uncle’s cousin. If that wasn’t enough to fuck over my sex life I was given one more “fuck you” from life. I am also the minister’s daughter.

Now, don’t get me wrong; the saying about church girls is pretty spot on. Church girls are some of the freakiest girls out but in my case, there was no one I could experiment with. My dad knew all the men and boys in our town. I had a double whammy. I had no choice but to wait for the opportunity to present its self. It was the waiting that turned me so rotten. All that time I spent rubbing off under sheets and fucking shower heads just drove me deeper into lust. By the time I was able to graduate and go away to college I was a soaking horny mess.

My chance at sin came from a full ride to college. My GPA was crazy high for our town, I worked my ass off taking AP classes. Turns out one can get a lot accomplished in high school when you don’t spend your last two years fucking under the bleachers.

When I did finally get to college I thought my country ass was ready for “the real world” and boy was I wrong. My first college party, my first time around fuckable guys, I spent in a bathroom pretending to be too fucked up. In truth, I was scared shitless.

I wore a black mini skirt that I borrowed from my suitemate and made a crop top from one of my shirts. My shoes made me look out of place. I couldn’t wear sandals back home so I wore thick ass boots with a mini skirt and a DIY crop top to my party. Needless to say, once I entered the party all eyes were on my country ass.

“Aren’t you hot with those boots on?”

“Are you any good at flip-cup? We need an extra player on our team!?”

Questions surrounded me and if it hadn’t been for my suitemates I would have been devoured by the crowd. They took me to the living room where the real party was going on. Once again I felt helpless as I watched my friends dance in the middle only to be picked off by surrounding guys for a “private dance” somewhere else in the house. I couldn’t dance back then and decided to go venture off around the house, bad idea.

The first door I grab swung open to give me a view of one girl on her hands and knees and two guys “spit-roasting” her. She didn’t even notice my intrusion nor the cameras that were watching her as well. I shut the door then walked further down. I decided to go try and hide out in the closet for my friends. But once again I barged right in the middle of a fuck fest. This one was two girls sloppily kissing and groping each other. Their bodies were tangled together like two snakes. Both of them were pulling at each other’s clothes. The group of guys walking behind me saw as well. I left the door open so they could continue to watch. The girls were too focused on each other’s tongue to realize they had an audience.

After opening yet another door of sexual explicitness I was horny. I wasn’t sure how I was going to grab some ass but at this point, my body was craving attention. I went back to the living room to find my suitemate on the lap of some guy while he placed random hickeys all over her neck. She saw me and waved at me to leave her be. I motioned to ask her where. She shrugged what shoulders she could then went back to the hickeys.

“Are you alone?”

I looked over my shoulder to see the torso of a guy. I turned quickly then blushed once I caught a glimpse of his face. He was gorgeous. His features were manly but soft at the same time. The brown eyes that stared at me made my heart stop.

“Well, are you okay? Or are you like mute or something?”

My eyes widen as I realized I hadn’t said a word back to him this whole time. This whole time I was just starring at him, fuck.

“No, I speak”

Yes, I know, real sexy huh but I truly was lost for words. This was the first guy that spoke to me and he was no young boy. By the facial hair and the bass in his voice, I could tell he was a man. A man that was causing my pussy drool into my boots.

“I see now. You can’t be from around here. Are those workmen boots?”

“Uhh yeah, I’m not and yes they are work boots. I didn’t have time to change on the farm.”

His laugh filled the room though music blared from the speakers. I was confused; it wasn’t a joke.

“You’re funny. Usually, freshmen are just cute but you’re different,”

My pussy clenched as he spoke those words. My groin yearned for him. The devilish smile on his face confirmed what my body already knew; he wanted me. Not in a civilized way either. His eyes grew wild then focused on mine. I couldn’t leave his glaze. The heat that radiated off our bodies only drew me closer.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

His trance stopped. With a puzzling look, he replied, “Oh it’s right beside the garage door on the right.”

With a wave goodbye, I dashed to the bathroom then locked the door. My eyes gazed back at me through the mirror. I felt like a fucking loser. I had him right where I wanted him and froze. His cool demeanor iced me over and I was stuck. The best excuse I could come up with was that I needed to vomit.

Talking to guys was easy back home; I knew all those fuckers. These Olympic Gods that stood before me were a different breed. All of them smart, pretty funny, decent looking, and from gossip great in the sack.

How was I going to manage all the comments, flirting, and stares? I felt like a dork that night. I left the party with a friend from class while my suitemate stayed back at the Fuck House. She came in the next morning limping and tired. She didn’t even show up to any of her classes the whole day! I was jealous. She was able to secure some good, crippling dick at the first party of the year. My inexperienced ass gave my opportunity up. I had a guy right there to pound my hole. I didn’t even have to say much. Yet I still fucked things up.

The studious part in me began to think. I thought about the party for two days. Dissecting each room, every couple I saw, and the golden boy himself. Yet I still felt I was missing something. I decided to do what I do best, research.

This wasn’t your typical research; let me explain. The internet was presented as the devil’s tool to me. I was taught in church that perverted men lurker the inter-webs and to stay far from it. When I got to college my suite mates confirmed this for me. My suitemates told me about the money they made from showing their cunts and tits on camera for a bunch of faceless men. The amount they were making was pretty decent but that’s not what I wanted. Sure extra money was nice but I came in on a full ride. I worked part-time remotely as a church counselor so money wasn’t what I needed. I wanted the experience.

My suitemates seemed to have guys wrapped around their fingers. All I wanted was one. Just one good fuck so I could finally see what I missed out on. But to get the pounding, I wanted I had to build my confidence up. I had to be comfortable with someone seeing me naked as well as my sexuality. As a virgin, I knew nothing and as a nerd, I hated the idea of being ignorant to anything. Camming changed that.

With my first few checks from work saved away like a good girl, I hopped online to order outfits. The girls told me that looking good was the first step to feeling good. I decided to just go with a few lingerie sets instead of sexy costumes. I wanted to be taken seriously. Showing my tits in a classy bra would gain me more respect versus a latex nurse outfit. It seemed logical at the time. Don’t worry I’ve since had my cherry popped and eyes opened. No matter what you put on if he wants to fuck you, he will fuck you.

The shipping took a few days. I was in class when I got the email about the packages. Right after that class I darted to the mailroom, showed my ID, grabbed my boxes, then went straight to my room.

With the room to my self, doors locked, and lingerie on I logged in. My laptop was on my desk and gave a nice view of me and a peek at my college dorm. Just enough to show that I was a college student but not enough to be identified. With my fake name and hair tucked under my suitemate wig, I looked like a whole new person.

For the first 30 minutes, I wasn’t sure what to do exactly. Guys would come in then just exit. I realized that I had to engage them early and strongly when they first entered if I wanted them to stay. At first, I wasn’t getting many responses with the title, “College girl looking to learn more”; mostly other nerds who wanted to chat. I changed it to something sluttier. I let my freak flag fly a little “Virgin wants to be a slut, teach me how”. That’s when the messages poured in.

The feedback and attention were overwhelming. I had set my time and location to the West coast just to be sure no one back home in the east would know about what I was doing. I’m not sure if it’s just west coast guys or all guys but damn they were hungry. I was getting request after request. From “hump the nightstand” to “jump up and down naked” to “fuck your ass with that highlighter” the requests were all over the place.

To reel the boys in and to take advantage of the audience I decided now was the time to “experiment”. Back home when I would play with myself it usually involved the showerhead or my electric toothbrush on my clit. But to “loosen me up”, I decided to order a dildo with the lingerie. I wanted to use it on my first cam show. Ambitious I know but go big or go home.

When the guys saw the cock come out from the box the pings from their messages wouldn’t quit. Holding the toy seemed dirty by itself but I was also wearing see-through lingerie and being watched by strangers across the world. The thought made my thin panties soak. I can remember feeling the aches and contractions my pussy made while I rubbed the toy dick over my body. Never have I wanted something inside my pussy like I did that dildo. The guys wanted it too. One by one each of them sent tokens pleading me to fuck myself but I couldn’t yet. Though my pussy was drooling and begging for that toy I enjoyed teasing so much more. I felt powerful.

“Sorry, boys I can’t fuck this tight little pussy yet. ”

They began messaging and pinging me wildly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just not sure how to. This is my first time with a cock so I need help fucking myself. Can anyone help me?”

Soon instructions with hands full of cocks filled my screen. Seeing men pleasuring themselves to me only pushed my ego further. Fuck, I felt like a sex goddess that day. Rolling around my bed, arching my back, and showing my soaked panties to the camera with all eyes on me. By an hour I was horny to no end. I couldn’t contain my ecstasy any longer. Staring right at my camera I began to pinch my nipples until they poked out rock hard through my sheer lingerie.

“Aren’t these yummy? I wonder what it would feel like to have someone suck them. Are they big enough to suck?”

It was a trick question, my breasts were a 36 G back then. I could suck them myself but I needed their appetite to grow like the cocks in their laps. I grabbed the dildo. My lips began kissing it all over.

“Now, I’ve heard you’re supposed to pretend like the cock is an ice cream cone when you lick it and thick milkshake when you suck it. Is that true boys?”

My tongue trailed every inch of that toy. I made sure to flick my tongue across the head. Then a dare popped up on my screen for a good amount tokens. All I needed to do was to see how far down my throat I could push the toy. My mouth moistens with the thought. I started the toy on its journey down my esophagus. The wider my mouth grew the further it went down throat. My gag reflex kicked in. I immediately pulled the toy back out. I was met with suggestions then tried again. This time I remained calm, pushed the toy in slow, and kept my head steady. I pushed the toy through my damp mouth to the back of my wet throat. My sharpie marked the spot my lips touch. I unveiled the toy like the sword swallower I was. I even received applause for my daring feat. I curtsied to the crowd. Never did I imagine camming would be so entertaining.

My body dropped back onto my small twin bed. I grabbed the dildo then tapped my clit underneath my panties. I slid my panties to the side and gave the boys a peek. No more teasing; it was time for the main event. Boy did they go fucking wild! I guess the term “virgin” is loosely used on the site but when they saw my tiny hole they could tell I was being upfront. One guy couldn’t hold it any longer. Jizz filled his webcam and his screen was covered. I couldn’t blame him though. I teased them for so long. Finally, I gave them a peek at the terrible leak I had between my thighs.

I had more of a wet stain than a spot. It took up a good section of the bed. One guy asked to see “how sticky” I was. Once he explained what he meant I happily showed him. With my pointer and middle fingers side by side, I rubbed the entrance of my pussy. The gushy wet noise caused a symphony of moans from the men’s choir that watched me.

My pussy clenched at the song they sang; I wanted to hear more. I counted to 50 and raised the fingers to the camera then spread them. The sticky goo coated those two fingers and the rest of the three on my hand. I could see them licking their lips in hunger over the sight of my gooey honey. I pulled my fingers wider and the sticky bands continued to stretch. I was amazed at how far I could separate them and how thick my juices were. It seemed like no matter how or which way I stretched my fingers the gooey strings wouldn’t break. Needless to say, they told me to go ahead and fuck myself since I was nice and “oiled up”. I shimmed the panties off my hips then down my tight ass to my ankles. My flower now exposed to all who could see.

With the dildo in my dominate hand and my other one pinching my nipples, I laid on my back flat then stared at the camera. A decent view of my face and an even better one of my now exposed cunt was presented before the crowd. I drug the head of the toy to my hole. Wiggling the tip at the entrance I took a deep breath in then pushed as much of the toy as I could fit. I was able to stuff more than I thought in my tight hole but when I wasn’t able to fit any more in my cunt I did what I was told. I pulled the toy in and out my pussy and then pushed it in a little deeper once I felt it. It wasn’t until I got the momentum started that I began to feel flustered and not as composed as before. My breathing became heavier and the sounds of moans encouraged me.

“Yeah fuck that twat, good slut”

“Look at how wet she is, fuck”

I was so deep in the feeling that I lost all modesty. I spread my legs wider than used two hands to guide the cock in and out my pussy. It felt divine; my moans were no longer whispers. My body started to match the rhythm of my hands. I fucked the dildo even harder. At this point my brain and body were on autopilot; I was just enjoying the ride. I couldn’t stop fucking myself. I think even if someone had walked in I would have still kept going. It felt too good. My toes began to curl and my thighs started to shake. I felt my grip going weak as a wave of passion flushed over my body. I was convulsing from the orgasm. I came over and over again. One guy said I squirted but I didn’t learn that talent for sure until later. After I finished cumming the reality of everything sunk in and in a panic I closed the browser.

The ceiling was my audience now as I caught my breath. I reflected over the best orgasm I had had in my life. Never did I think I could make myself cum this hard. I also felt for my wig to take it off but saw that it had long fallen off while I was busy shaking from my sexual release.

Before I could finish my thoughts, let alone clean up my mess up, I fell asleep. When I woke up I rolled outta bed and into the shower. I took the toy with me to washed off all the juices that covered us, both. Fucking the toy was fun but now I was ready for the real thing.

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