Chapter 2

Early Years:

Hi I’m a vagina; I belong to Jenny Cumslut. I’m sure that’s not her real surname, but she likes to be called that. I’m Jenny’s best friend; I’ll do anything to make her happy and she loves to stroke and rub me all the time. Jenny Cumslut adores Cum – she cannot get enough of it. She will do anything to swallow the stuff, coat her fabulous tits in it, fill her arse with it, or best of all let me suck it out of the end of a nice boy’s cock. We were born around 1975. We spent the second half of the 1980s planning how to get cum, then the whole of the 1990s covered in the stuff.

When we were little, Slutty Jenny called me ‘slit’ or ‘front bottom, then as we grew up ‘pussy’ or ‘cunt’, sometimes ‘vagina’ or ‘cum-hole’ or ‘split beaver or most recently ‘cock-magnet’. I didn’t care as long as she kept me warm and wet between her legs.

Slutty Jenny soon discovered the best way to watch me was a round hand mirror, held between her thighs, then two fingers holding my outer lips apart. I’m a deep pink inside, with this hard little button at the top that she loves to stroke – it makes me go all weak inside.

Some mornings she would ‘forget’ to put on any panties; I loved the view of the grass between her feet when she skipped through the park, kicking up fallen leaves. Then Jenny would lean back against her favourite tree, rubbing her bottom against a knobbly low branch. She lifted up her short skirt so I could see the whole park. Then she would lick two fingers and rub them all around my clitoris, slipping them into my gooey wetness. Masturbation made us both very happy. One day Jenny Cumslut rubbed so hard that I couldn’t hold back the water. It all came streaming out in a hot gush all over her feet. Jenny crouched down and kept rubbing – her fingers coated in pee, Jenny loved it – her first squirt.

Playing in the park was OK, but Jenny still demanded cum. Eventually, her older brother Craig gave in, dragging a fine cock out of his girlfriend for half an hour. Cumslut Jenny held it between her hot, hard, young breasts, wanking the sticky sperm into her voracious mouth.

All I got was one of his lousy fingers. It bumped against that patch of tight thin skin Jenny calls her hymen.

“What? Still a virgin? We’ll have to do something about that. Meet me outside in the yard in five minutes – you can ride my bike.”

Jenny threw on a short red skirt, leaving the spunk to cool on her bare tits. The pushbike was far too big for her. She could barely reach the pedals, perched up on the narrow pointed saddle. Her big brother laughed as she wobbled around the yard – pussy lips opening up to take the tip of the hard plastic seat – it did hurt. Then suddenly Jenny Cumslut hit a rock or something and the saddle was forced straight through my hymen and deep into my private areas above. Jenny screamed and fell off the bike, grazing her knee. Craig carried us inside, ripping off the stained skirt, straight into the shower. The spray of hot water straight up between the thighs soothed the pain, now his fingers covered in soap felt much nicer. Soon they were replaced by cock covered in a funny latex bag. He was our first fuck and he didn’t want to get Jenny pregnant. The pain was intense, forcing apart whole parts of Jenny’s virgin cunt, but we learnt to love it. Soon her knees went weak, eyes tight closed, then she shook all over, hanging on to his shoulders through her first proper orgasm. Craig whipped off the condom, holding his still-dripping cock to Jenny’s mouth – she sucked all his cum off the head and shaft and then his balls. Jenny Cumslut couldn’t get enough of it – all rich and sweet and sticky.

After that Jenny couldn’t get enough cock – she loved cocks of all shapes and sizes – short fat ones, long skinny ones and the plastic-type that vibrated. Pussy’s favourite is a long blue rubber one with a huge fat head, it sticks to her bed-head – Jenny loves to slide me onto it. It makes me all creamy; it makes Jenny giggle – she loves to ride her dildo on the bed.

Once Jenny was old enough, the Doctor put her on the pill, so the boys didn’t have to wear condoms anymore. Jenny loved the feel of hot cum pumping inside her pussy, then to lick it all off a softening cock. Sometimes she let them fuck her arse, but she still licked it all up.

Second Best Friend:

After her pussy, Jenny’s next-best friend was Missy – a blonde, buxom lesbian.

Jenny’s tits had always been huge; she hated gym at school – couldn’t stop them bouncing, and now they stretch most F-cup bras. The boys loved to watch the dark brown nipples poking out of the school tee-shirt during games and my best mate Missy was always tying them up and slapping them when we played at lesbians in her bedroom.

One day they were walking home from school, playfully slapping each other’s arse and both her hands inside a blouse, mauling Jenny Cumslut’s hot tits. Jenny pushed her into the doorway of a unit that had been closed for years – just got her knee high up between her legs, rubbing hard at her crotch when Jenny saw this sign stuck up in the window: ‘Two sexy young waitresses wanted. No experience is required. Uniforms and strict training supplied. Apply within’.

“Just have to get these panties off you, bitch; then we can apply.”

Missy replied by pulling Cumslut’s blouse right down, exposing the flesh coloured F-cup bra – anyone passing would assume the huge brown nipples were bare. She sucked one in – Oh shit she’s making me cream. I rolled my knee around between her lips, piling the pressure onto her clit. I think we both came as the door opened and we fell into the arms of the empty shop’s new owner.

The Diner:

The ‘interview’ mostly consisted of him feeling up our tits; we got the job even before he came in Jenny’s mouth. He had us standing naked in a pool of light – everywhere else was in darkness. He took photos on his iPad of our fronts and rears individually, then both of us from the side kissing tit to tit. He gave Jenny Cumslut a tape measure – I had to call out Missy’s measurements which he added to the photos. We started as usual with bust, waist, hips and dress length. Then he got a bit more intimate: distance between nipples, the diameter of areolas, length of pussy lips and finally distance between Cunt and Arse demonstrated by the usual two-finger method. They swapped places a few times – he seemed really intrigued by binding up Jenny’s tits and slapping them hard to see if she would cum. The last test was how much of his 9” cock they could swallow – Jenny won, and he has the photos to prove it. I learnt that size IS everything when it comes to cocks – he was hung like a horse – slightest display of cleavage or arse and it erupted from his boxers, waiting to be fondled. I loved it – couldn’t get enough of it – had to fight off Missy when he started spurting – the slut needs all his cum.

Opening Night:

They both turned up on Saturday night, rather nervous at the sparkling new traditional 1950’s American Diner. The owner had laid out the new uniforms in the backroom – palest grey push-up bra – perfect sized and so smooth – it caressed Jenny’s breasts, and gave the most fantastic cleavage. I had a black lacy thong, Missy had blue – her arse looked perfect. I wanted to trib her, but Jenny’s mouth beat pussy to it. The dresses were bubblegum pink latex that clung to their young bodies like a second skin. A full-length zip down the front allowed the customers a fabulous view of soft tit flesh.

The dresses were so short that you could see our arses even before we bent over to fetch a coffee cup from the low shelf behind the bar. There were floor-level mirrors everywhere and he insisted on a thong inspection every evening before service. I’m ever so glad Jenny shaved me this morning – the thong is very brief, hardly covering my pumped-up lips. Missy looked disgraceful in hers – blonde curls erupting around the thin fabric pulled up tight into her cunt. She giggled when Jenny stroked her hard between the legs, then fluttered her tongue all around her hot arse – she creamed herself. Most of the customers thought they had the perfect right to cop a feel of arse as we walked by. The ladies were the worst – whole hands inside my thong, grappling my willing clit to spread the wetness. One stuck her tongue down Jenny’s throat while groping her tits – she got my phone number.