Church Girl’s [F]irst Cam Show

My introduction to camming wasnt for money but for the experience. This real story took place in college late 2000s south, USA.

I am from a smallish city in a state that doesn’t matter. The likelihood a guy was related to me was high because my grandma birthed nearly half the entire town. If that wasn’t enough to fuck with my sex life I was given one more “fuck you” from life. I am also the Pastor’s daughter.

Now, don’t get me wrong; the saying about church girls are 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 covers 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 horny mess.

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

When I finally got to college I thought my country ass was ready for “the real world”. Boy was I wrong. My first party, my first time around fuckable guys, I spent in a bathroom pretending to be too fucked up. I was scarred shitless.

I wore a black mini skirt that I borrowed from my suite mate and made a crop top from an old shirt. My shoes made me look out of place. I wasn’t allowed to wear sandals or heels back home, they were forbidden. I wore thick ass boots with a mini skirt and my DIY crop top. 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 but thankfully my suite mates saw me. If it hadn’t been for them 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 of the room. One by one they were picked off by surrounding guys for a “private dance” somewhere else in the house. I didn’t dance because I didn’t know how. Secular music was banned where I grew up. I decided to go venture off around the house instead, bad idea.

The first door I grabbed swung open to give me a view of a girl on her hands and knees with 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 the hall. I decided to go hide out in the closet and wait for my friends there. Once again, I barged right in the middle of a fuck fest. This room had two girls sloppily swapping spit while they groped each other. Their bodies were entangled together like two snakes. Both of them were pulling at each other’s clothes and hair. 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 only to find my suite mate on the lap of some guy while he placed random hickies all over her neck and chest. She saw me and waved at me to leave them be. I motioned to ask her “where” but she just shrugged what shoulders she could then went back to the hickies.

“Are you here 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 smart right, but I was lost for words. This was the first boy that spoke to me and he was no 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 to drool into my boots.

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

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

His laughter filled the room even 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 wide and wild then focused on mine. I couldn’t leave his glaze. The heat that radiated off our bodies only drew me closer.

“Wheres the bathroom?”

His trance stopped. With a puzzling look he replied “Oh it’s right beside the garage door on the right. Need me to show you?”

“NOPE! Ima big girl!”

With a wave goodbye I dashed to the bathroom then locked the door. My eyes gazed backed 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; I was stuck. The best excuse I could come up with was that I was too wasted, even though I wasn’t.

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

How was I going to manage all the comments, flirting, and stares? I felt like a real dork that night. I left the party with a friend from class while my suite mate stayed back at the “Fuck Palace”. She came in the next morning limping and tired. She didn’t even show up for any of her classes that 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 that up.

The studious part in me began to think. I thought about that party for two days. I dissected 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 did best, research.

This wasn’t your typical research project; let me explain. The internet was presented to me as the devil’s tool. I was taught in church that perverted men lurk the inter-webs. I was instructed to stay far from it. My suite mates confirmed this for me. My suite mates 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 suite mates seemed to have guys wrapped around their fingers. All I wanted was one. Just one good fuck so I could finally see what I was missing out on. But in order to get to that point I had to build my confidence up. I had to be comfortable with someone seeing me naked as well as my own 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 went 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 costume, or that’s what I thought. It seemed logical at the time. Don’t worry though, 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 since I ordered them on campus. I was in class when I got the email about my packages. Afterwards I darted to the mailroom, showed my ID, grabbed my boxes, then went straight to my room. I held the boxes close to my chest in fear people could tell what they were.

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. I showed enough that confirmed I was really a college student but not enough to be identified. With my fake name and hair tucked under my suite mate’s 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 my “room” then just exit. I realized that I had to engage them early on 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 just other nerds who wanted to chat. I changed it to something sluttier. I let my freak flag fly a little “Virgin wants to be slut, teach me how”. That’s when the messages started poured in.

The feedback and attention were overwhelming. I 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 in general but damn were they hungry. I was getting request after request. From “hump the night stand” 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 shower head 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 toy 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 all across the world. The thought made my thin panties soak. I can remember feeling the aches my pussy made when I rubbed the toy cock across my body. I wanted something inside my pussy. I wanted the 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. I felt in control.

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

They began messaging and pinging me wildly.

“It’s not that I dont want to. Im 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 filled my screen while their hands continued playing with their cocks. Seeing men pleasuring themselves to me only pushed my ego further. Fuck, I felt like a sex goddess.. I couldn’t stop rolling around my bed, arching my back, and showing my soaked panties to the camera. I loved teasing 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 suppose to pretend like the cock is a ice cream cone when you lick it and a thick milk shake 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 moisten with the thought. I started the toy on its journey down my esophagus. The wider my mouth grew the further it went down. 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 slower, and kept my head steady. I shoved the toy in my mouth all the way 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 received applause for my daring feat. I gave a curtesy to the crowd. Never did I imagine camming would be so entertaining.

My body slide back into 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 wet stains than just 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 noises caused a symphony of moans from the men’s choir that was watching me.

My pussy clenched at the song they sung; I wanted to hear more. I counted to 50 and raised the fingers to the camera then spread them apart. 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 stretched my fingers wider and the sticky bands continued to stretch. I was amazed at how far I could separate them. I was surprised at how thick my juices were. It seemed like no matter how or which way I moved my fingers the gooey strings wouldn’t break. Needless to say, they told me to go ahead and fuck myself. I was nice and “warmed up”. I shimmed the panties off my hips then down my tight ass to my ankles. My flower was now expose to all who could see.

With the dildo in my dominant 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 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 then pushed as much of the toy as I could fit. As the toy slid into my whole I began to feel full. I was able to stuff more than I thought in my tight hole. When I wasn’t able to fit anymore in my cunt I did what I was told. I pulled the toy in and out my pussy. Then I pushed it in a little deeper once I felt it stretching me. 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 little slut”

“Look at how wet she is, fuck”

I was so deep in the feelings that I lost all modesty. I spread my legs wider and used both 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 auto pilot; I was just enjoying the ride. I couldn’t stop fucking myself. I think even if someone had walked in I would have kept going. It just felt too good. My toes began to curl and my thighs started to tremble. 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 learned that talent for sure until later. After I finished cumming the reality of everything sunk in and in a panic I closed the laptop.

The ceiling was my audience now as I caught my breath. I reflected over the best orgasm in my life. Never did I think I could make myself cum that hard. I felt for my wig to take it off but realized that it had 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. Now I wanted to party.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/edg34j/church_girls_first_cam_show