When I came to, I was stlll on the floor with Jenny, and Michael was looking through paperwork.
“Ah, hello again,” he grinned. “Were you tired?”
“You fucked me into oblivion,” I said and smiled.
“You were still holding onto me, though,” Jenny said. “Was that really your first time with a girl?”
“Yes. But, hopefully it won’t be my last.”
“Mmm… certainly not if I can help it.” She leaned and kissed my nipples. “Not even super stud there has made me cum like that.”
“Right, you two love birds, can I have your attention, please?”
We got up from the floor and sat in a chair opposite Michael.
“I plan on doing three films with you two in the starring roles. Jenny, you get married, and Amy is your maid of honour. I need to work out a detailed plot so I’m going home to work on it. Are you game?”
“Yes,” I said quickly.
“Anything to work with Amy,” said Jenny, sliding a hand under my skirt. We kissed again.
“I plan to start shooting the day after tomorrow. Does that suit you both?”
“Fine,” Jenny answered, her hand creeping higher.
“Anything you say, Michael,” I said, nuzzling Jenny’s neck.
Michael left, smiling and shaking his head.
“Say you’ll stay the night,” I whispered.
She giggled. ”Only if you sleep naked.”
“Oh yes. I sleep naked all right.”
Jenny went home to “pick up a few bits,” as she put it. When she returned, I discovered that the “few bits” consisted of a toothbrush, comb, and assorted items of underwear, none of which would have hidden anything. She also had a film she’d made with a former boyfriend.
“I could’ve saved you a trip if you’d said what you were fetching. I’ve got loads of panties and stuff you can wear. If you want, that is.”
“Oh yes,” she gushed, “the thought of wearing your undies gets me all gooey.”
“I think I’d like that as well,” I said, drawing her in for a kiss. “Shall we have a bath together?”
“Mmm, yes,” she breathed into my mouth.
She took my breath away when I saw her naked for the first time. Her breasts were firm, not too big, with perky nipples sticking out invitingly. Like me, Jenny was shaved but it was her gorgeous bottom that captured my attention. It was absolutely perfect.
“Your bum was made to be kissed,” I told her and she blushed.
“As long as it’s you kissing it.”
“All night, every night,” I promised.
We got into the bath, soaped each other, and rinsed off. Then we started all over again — we just couldn’t get enough of each other. After we towel dried, Jenny put her film in the machine. We wrapped a huge blanket around us, and settled on the couch to watch.
It was quite grainy. Jenny said it had been made five years earlier when she was sixteen. It showed a classroom with a woman teacher and Jenny as a pupil.
“My boyfriend was a cleaner there,” she said. “He kept the keys during weekends and we shot this on a Friday night.”
The camera zoomed onto Jenny’s face and then panned very slowly down to her open legs before moving up again to show the book in which Jenny was writing. She’d drawn a spurting penis.
The teacher looked over Jenny’s shoulder and, quite ridiculously, said, “That’s a nice cock, Jennifer.”
“Yes, Miss,” Jenny said. “It’s like my boyfriend’s cock when I make him come.”
“Do you do that often?”
“Quite a lot, Miss.”
“Does he make you come?”
“Not very often Miss. He says I’m too messy.”
The teacher stroked Jenny’s shoulder while peering down her blouse. “Why does he say that, Jenny?”
“It’s because I squirt, Miss. He doesn’t like it.”
“What a silly boy he must be.”
I leaned into Jenny and whispered, ”I squirt sometimes.”
“You can squirt anytime on me,” she said and we continued watching the film.
“Could you squirt for me?” asked the teacher.
“Yes, Miss, but you’re a girl.”
“I’m a girl who likes girls, Jennifer.”
Jenny looked up at the teacher and smiled. “Do you like me, Miss?”
“You’re very pretty, Jenny.”
“So are you, Miss.” As she said that, Jenny put a hand beneath the teacher’s skirt and the camera zoomed in to focus on her stockings with just a peek of white thigh above them.
“You’ve got lovely legs,” Jenny simpered, “so smooth.”
“I’m smooth all over,” she said, dipping a hand into Jenny’s blouse. “Especially my pussy. Would you like to see it?”
“Ooh, yes please, Miss.”
She raised her skirt over her thighs, revealing translucent white panties hugging a very kissable pussy.
“You’ll have to pull my panties down, Jenny.”
The acting and dialogue were awful, but the action got to me. I shifted position on the couch and slipped a hand between Jenny’s open thighs. She moaned softly and flicked her tongue in my ear.
“I’d never seen another pussy before this Amy,” she said quietly and sighed with pleasure as I slid a finger into her.
On screen, she eased down the teacher’s panties and gently kissed the shaven mound. The teacher moaned softly, placing her hands on Jenny’s head. “Do you like it, Jenny?”
“It’s beautiful, Miss.”
“I live by myself, Jenny. Would you like to come home with me? We’d be more comfortable there?”
“You’re doing rude things to me, Amy,” she giggled beside me.
“Not as rude as I’d like to do. Let’s turn this off and go to bed.”
“Mmm, that’s a good idea.”
We locked up and, holding hands, went through to the bedroom and got into bed. She came straight into my arms and we kissed tenderly, our breasts squashing together.
“What’s between sixty-eight and seventy?” she asked.
“Sixty-nine.”
“Good idea,” she grinned.
And it was!
~~~
It was daylight when I awoke, still wrapped in her arms, our noses almost touching.
“Morning.”
Jenny said the same but added a kiss as well.
“I need to pee.”
“So do I.”
“I want to watch you.”
“We can do better than that,” she laughed. “Come on.”
In the bathroom, I watched her sit on the pan, her legs slightly apart.
“Sit on my lap, we can do it together.”
I sat facing her, my legs on either side of her, and we kissed as we peed.
“Who’s a kinky girl then?” I teased and she blushed.
“She used to like doing that.”
“Who?”
“Margaret, the woman in last night’s film.”
“What happened to her?”
She grimaced. “Her and pencil dick ran off together, the bitch.”
“Pencil dick?”
“Yeah, my boyfriend.”
“Aw, poor Jenny.” I kissed her lips. “Let’s go and eat.”
We dressed in jeans and tee shirts and I told her she looked good enough to eat. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.
Over breakfast in the cafe, I told her my story but didn’t mention my divorce settlement. I wanted to be sure of her before revealing that I had over a hundred thousand in my account.
We went to her place. It was gorgeous, wall to wall deep pile carpets, subdued wall lighting, a huge flat screen television, and tasteful oil paintings.
“Wow,” I gasped, “this is beautiful.”
“I bought it outright,” she said proudly, “and I spend everything I earn on it.”
The kitchen had every mod con but it was the bedroom that took my breath away: pink curtains, pink carpet, and a beautiful four poster bed with pink covers.
“This is my toy cupboard,” she said, opening doors to a walk-in closet. I saw a school uniform, nun’s habit, handcuffs, rubber dresses, dildos, and vibrators.
“I need another girl for this one, Amy,” she leered waving a curved double-headed dildo.
I took it from her and sucked one end. “Got anyone in mind?”
“Only the sexiest girl I’ve ever met.”
She closed the curtains and we were naked in seconds. I lay on the bed and watched her insert one end of the dildo. Then she lay on top of me and slipped the other end inside my wet pussy.
“Does it feel nice?”
“Fantastic,” I breathed. “It feels like we’re joined.”
I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck. We moved slowly, enjoying the new sensations, kissing and touching each other as we found our rhythm. We didn’t need to thrust like a man but rolled our hips and each movement sent a jolt of pleasure up to my brain.
“Oh Jenny,” I moaned into her mouth, “where have you been all my life?”
“Looking for you,” she whispered. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“Oh yes.” I looked into her eyes. “I do now.”
“When I kissed you last night, I knew then.”
“Knew what?”
“I knew that I loved you.”
“I love you, too.”
We orgasmed together, holding on tightly, and then lay still, gathering our thoughts.
“Have you got any money, Amy?”
“Yes, I’ve got a bit. Why?”
“Tell you later. Come on, I want to show you something.”
We dressed again and she took me a to row of garages at the back of the shops. Fishing in a pocket, she pulled out keys and opened one of the garages. Inside were reels of lace stacked in boxes alongside two sewing machines and a large wooden table covered in sketches of girls wearing panties, baby dolls, and other items of lingerie.
“Hey, these are nice,” I said, looking at the sketches, “very sexy.”
“I drew them, all my own designs. I make them on these machines.”
Jenny led me to a large cupboard at the back and it was full of lingerie. “These are the finished product. Do you think they’re any good?”
“They’re fantastic, Jenny. What are you going to do with them?”
“I want to take up the lease on the shop under my flat. She’s leaving next month, but I need at least ten grand to fit it out.”
Instantly, I made the best decision of my life.
“I’ve got that.”
“You have? Fancy a partnership?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
She yelled and hugged me so hard I thought my back would break. She grasped my hands and danced around me.
“You mean you’ll do it?”
“Yes, of course I will.”
She screamed again.
~~~
We were back up in her flat drinking coffee when my phone rang. It was Michael, wanting to meet and discuss the films with us.
“Sure,” I said, and he said he’d ring Jenny. “Don’t bother, I’m at her place now.” I blew her a kiss.
“That good eh?”
“Oh yes,” I confirmed, “it’s that good.”
When Michael arrived about thirty-minutes later, he wore jeans and a white tee shirt, showing off his muscular physique. Within minutes, Jenny and I were behaving like a couple of sex-starved nuns.
“It’s not good news, I’m afraid,” said Michael.
“Oh no,” Jenny said, stepping out of her jeans before sitting on his lap. I knelt to unzip his jeans.
“Amy,” he shouted, “are you listening?”
“Yes, Michael,” I said softly as I fished for his cock. Jenny’s rear hole was right in front of my face so I flicked my tongue over it and pulled out his cock.
“Amy’s doing very rude things to me, Michael,” I heard her whisper. Then she squealed when I pushed my tongue in as far as I could.
“Ooh yes, that’s nice,” she simpered as I held Michael’s magnificent cock upright and eased her wiggling backside down onto it.
Michael groaned and Jenny squealed as he pushed up and entered her willing hole.
“Now everyone’s doing rude things to me,” she gasped.
I closed my mouth over one of his heavy balls and slipped a hand between their squirming bodies. I found her soaking pussy and pushed a finger inside.
“Oh fuck yes, you dirty bitch,” she moaned and began rolling her hips against the twin intrusions. I added another finger and used my other hand to unfasten my jeans.
My pussy was like a swamp and I shuddered when I touched my clitoris.
“Take your fingers out, Amy,” Jenny urged, “let me turn around.”
I did and she turned, keeping his pole in her bum hole. Her cunt was now in my face, almost begging to be kissed, so I obliged and again tasted her juicy love box.
“Ooh Amy,” she crooned, holding my head to her groin. “I’m going to cum any minute.”
I was on the brink, too. I felt her cunt tighten around my tongue and she screamed while a jet of slightly acrid juice shot into my mouth. I swallowed and received another spurt while her fingers dug into my scalp and my own orgasm swept through me.
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Author’s note – Thanks to JWren for working his magic again
