The Internet Cherry

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The Internet Cherry

I remember getting my first AOL Massager when I was 11 years old. I know computers were out way before then but I lived a sheltered life and it was the first time my mom even considered getting us a computer. It wasn’t long before I fell hard for the internet and everything it offered.

It all started when I got bored and found a game site where you could play board games and talk to people right there online. The chatting soon directed me to chat rooms and anyone who would talk to an 11 year old female. The normal boring life conversations soon turned into cyber sex. As I didn’t know anything about sex it all started out as questions. Some guys would get angry with me and soon leave. However, others stayed around and took the time to explain the human body to me and what all the sex parts were called. The guys that took the time to teach me soon wanted to call me and talk to me on the phone and I let them. They told me how to rub my clit and when to put a finger inside myself. I started out with a small finger and the more I played and touched the more fingers I could fit. One guy told me to use the handle of my hair brush during one of our phone chats. It felt so good inside of me!

By the time I was 12 years old I had gotten a web cam and was even taking pictures and videotaping myself. I was still a virgin and wanted more than anything to have sex with almost anyone! I was meeting guys from all over the United States that wanted to have cyber sex or phone sex with me. They wanted me to send pictures and/or video tapes. However, I couldn’t find anyone local who would come see me in person.

One evening I was up late talking to a guy named Scott. I had met him a year ago and he always had a new idea of something to try or something he wanted me to do. This evening he wanted me to go into the kitchen and find a straw. I found an old red bendable straw with ripples, the kind you use to get in kids drinks in those plastic cups. Scott guided me in playing with my clit and just holding the straw against my opening but not to let it go inside yet. I opened my pussy lips to show him my clit and how wet I was. I rubbed and pinched my nipples when he asked me to. I sat there in front of my web cam showing him what I was doing as he told me what to do. I rubbed my clit between two fingers and to side to side. I then took one finger and started rubbing little circles until I got very close to cumming. As I got close he then told me to start sliding the straw in and out. I started to use the straw to fuck myself and it felt so great with the ripples in it. As I started to cum I started to pump the straw harder and faster until I felt a sharp pain and froze. I looked down and must have just stood there staring because then next thing I knew Scott was yelling at me to tell him what was wrong. I couldn’t even speak as I raised my hands to show the webcam the blood dripping down my fingers and straw onto the floor.

I must have had the look of fear on my face because Scott then told me in a firm voice that it was alright and I would be ok. His voice became a lot kinder and gently. He told me to go clean up and he’ll wait for me. I did as I was told and quickly cleaned myself up and then came back to take care of the pile of blood still sitting on my floor. I later found out that I had popped my own cherry with the straw. He told me not to worry and that I’ll be alright.

I didn’t really get to talk to Scott again because soon after I met a new guy named Mark. He was everything I thought I wanted. Very nice, cute, and only lived an hour away from me! He had a webcam too so I got to watch the other person for a change. I found out everything I could about him. He was 22 years old and I fell head-over-heels! I would come home from school just to sit on the internet for hours just waiting for him to get online to talk to me. I was like a love sick puppy that couldn’t help but obsess over this guy I thought I knew everything about.

Over time I continued to talk to him as much as I could. Wait for him for hours to get online. No matter how much I begged him though he wouldn’t come and see me…. He told me he would a few times but then would never show. I use to sit up the whole night just waiting for him till I finally feel asleep with my window open. Years went by and I had finally turned 13! I started to give up on Mark and soon started talking to anyone who would talk to me online. I remember having up to 20 or 25 online boyfriends at one time. However, none of them ever found out about the other ones. I had to start keeping a journal just to keep them all straight so none of them could find out. I would sit and talk to 10 to 12 at a time on average. I would have to come up with excuses why my webcam wouldn’t work since I could only let one guy see it at a time. I’ll have cam sex with one and then the other back to back to please them all. Sometimes I’ll cam with one guy and have cyber sex online with the other 10 at the same time.

Till one day I did get caught. Not only did I just get caught but I got caught by the love of my life!!! For some reason the webcam didn’t turn off when I got off with Mark. I turned it on for another guy not knowing that Mark could still see me. When he asked me about it I told him I did the show for him but he didn’t believe me! I guess I wouldn’t believe myself either.

I spent days begging him to take me back and please forgive me. He finally said he would but I was his and only his. I was never to talk to another guy or even date another guy again. I quickly agreed just happy to have Mark back talking to me.

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