Down by the river pt7 posted in Masturbation

There was no stopping her now. What happened at the restaurant was all she could think about, spending the remainder of the evening lying in bed masturbating to the thought of hungry lips and roaming hands, of soaked pussy lips and a rock hard cock that humiliated and debased. Ok it had not gone precisely as she planned but it had been an awesome way to start. She'd not left the v card behind but she had survived...no enjoyed having her face mercilessly pounded by a thick, hard cock. She wondered how many of her friends could say the same and proceeded to frig herself to yet another glorious orgasm before collapsing between the sheets, her exhausted body naked and sticky.

She woke a few hours later. The house was quiet as everyone slept. Throwing back the sheets and letting the cool air roll across her skin Julie reached for her phone and noticed she'd received a text. She went on to read that it was from. .....the shy boy who'd asked her out this afternoon. The text was pretty casual, just what you'd expect from a shy guy playing it safe. It simply asked if she wanted to hang out tomorrow.

Letting the phone drop to the bed Julie sat up to think. Had this boy shown an interest a few weeks ago she'd have been giddy with excitement but not now. Now the whole boyfriend thing seemed a little tame. "Maybe he just wants to get in my pants" she said to herself, but she didn't really believe it. "Besides" she thought as she looked down "im not wearing any".

Getting up she threw on a overly large nerd t shirt someone had lent her once and a pair of white cotton panties to cover the dried cum stains between her legs. Having sent a text back saying she would let him know tomorrow she went online to check the guys Facebook page. There were plenty of the typical guy stuff, he liked a lot of the same stuff as her brother did but there were also a few likes that indicated an independent streak and eclectic tastes. His pictures were pretty hot too, like he didn't ever try too hard. As she looked She found her hand roaming south once more, the tender smoothness off her creamy thighs parting as they so often seemed to do these days. She began to imagine what he'd do with her, what filth and perversion he kept hidden behind those warm brown eyes. Then suddenly she lost it, every trace of the spreading heat began to recede at an alarming pace until she was left a confused and frustrated mess.

Not long after she found herself in an adult chat room, she recently discovered the site and found it was a great way to learn all about the kinky side of sex she yearned to explore. It hadn't taken long before Julie became accustomed to all manner of perversions and the numerous colorful people who harboured them.

In no time her screen was full with pm boxes, scores of perverted men offering or demanding services. It gave her such a thrill to tease some and please others while also actually conversing with a few about things reaching beyond (although usually connected to) sex.

More than a few had begun to ask for pictures, to either confirm her gender or fuel the vigours of self pleasure. At first she was hesitant but the girl inside began to smile, her hideous black eyed grin had already swayed Julies decision and before long the two of them sat together in front of the mirror taking snap after snap of julies gorgeous young body. Tits, butt, cunt and all were laid bare with only a thin veneer of makeup keeping her identity hidden.

The effect this had with her admirers seemed to vary and while some loved the dark contrast between her angelic body and milky skin tone compared to the inky black and dark smudges of her demonic countenance others were unable to stomach the dichotomy and slowly withdrew. This however was a huge blessing, as those who left were of little use while those remained where the ones who interested her most.

She stayed online late into the night cyberfucking, role playing, masturbating and even confessing. And No matter how many times she played the slutty daughter or naive niece. No matter how many times she said filthy things and begged for worse than she could imagine, nothing turned them on like confessions real or fake. To one guy she even told most of her story, with a little embellishment here and there. He was so turned on he urged her to go further, to become the slut she dreamed of being. He even suggested her next move. A move she would soon make and the thought of it's execution finally helped bring her to climax along with a torrent of verbal abuse. "Are you coming for me slut?" Was the last thing she remembered reading before eventually drifting into yet another wet dream.

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