I'd started chatting with Jenny a few weeks earlier. We met online and we'd not done anything more than text each other so far. I guessed she was a little older than me, but she seemed like fun.

Then I got a slightly weird message from her.

J: Do you shave?

I was confused. There was no way she thought I was a boy, was there?

C: Of course not. I'm a girl.

J: Yes. And what do girls shave?

I blushed, even though I was alone. I felt stupid and naïve.

C: I shave my armpits lol

J: That's not what I meant, and you know it!

The next moment, a photo arrived. There wasn't much to it -- a patch of smooth pink skin with a dark, vertical groove running down it. Even so, I felt a little bit excited. And evidently, she did shave.

J: Like?

C: Cute.

J: Your turn!

I froze. How much did I really know her? I'd heard about scams like this.

J: Pleeeeease!

But what harm could it do? I wasn't showing my face. I slipped off my jeans and pulled my knickers down to my knees and took the photo standing up. I sent it before I could change my mind, then looked at it.

The answer to her original question was that I didn't shave down there. I hadn't much need to. There were some swirls of dark blond hair above the slit, but nothing really on my lips. I looked at her photo again. Hers was nicer.

J: Sweet cunny!

C: Lol. Thanks.

J: Do you think guys prefer smooth or natural?

C: I think most prefer smooth.

I guessed that from all the porn I'd watched, but I wasn't going to tell Jenny about that.

J: I'm not so sure. We should put it to the vote.

C: How?

J: Post them both. Let the people decide.

C: NO!

J: Oh, go on. It's just your pussy.

C: And yours, lol.

J: And if I'm okay with it...

I didn't reply. This was a step too far.

J: Have a look at my X feed.

I did as she said, and there they were: our two slits side by side, one smooth, one natural. Now it was out there, it didn't seem so bad. We could be anybody.

J: I voted for yours.

C: Thanks 😊

I switched back to X to vote for her -- for hers -- but already the votes and the views were in the hundreds. The comments were coming in thick and fast too. Most of them were very complimentary. There were plenty of suggestions as to what people wanted to do with one or the other or both of us -- from women as well as men.

The next day we chatted again.

C: So many views! It's scary -- but hot too.

J: I know! Our cunts have gone viral.

J: LOL. Sorry, that didn't come out right.

C: LMAO

J: We should give them a little more.

C: Like what?

J: A bit of a spread. You know. Everyone likes to see a clitty

C: I don't know.

I was less apprehensive this time, and again a photo arrived before I had time to think. This time the groove had vanished, spread wide by her fingers on either side. I could see her inner lips and her clit poking out from between -- out quite a long way. Beneath were the puckered curls of flesh at the mouth of her vagina. Sadly, she wasn't spread wide enough for me to see very deep inside. Her arsehole was out of shot, which again made me feel a little disappointed.

It also made me feel horny, and I desperately wanted her to see mine. I stripped below the waist and lay back on the bed. I wasn't sure how she'd managed to use both hands on her pussy and still take the picture. I had to use just one, but at first that obscured my bush -- which was kinda the reason we were doing this. I had to reach between my legs from behind, but eventually I got a good shot.

I sent it to her.

J: Yummy.

C: LOL

J: I'm not kidding.

She posted those two on X as well. And they did even better.

We were chatting a few days later.

J: You're getting more votes ☹We should set up a website ClaresCunny.com

C: Yeah, right!

J: Have you read some of the things they're suggesting?

C: Yeah. Dirty. But hot too.

J: A lot of people want to see our cunts filled.

C: I'm not doing that.

J: I don't mean with a cock. But maybe a toy.

C: I wish. I still live with my folks. I'd die if they found something like that.

That wasn't the whole story. All sorts of things can serve as toys, and I'd tried every one I'd seen. I started with a hairbrush handle and worked up. The best so far had been a carrot. A big carrot.

J: So come over here. I have everything we need. And more 😉

C: You're serious?

J: Dead serious.

The following Saturday, I was pressing the buzzer to her flat. She let me in, and I went up. She was waiting at the open door of her flat. She wasn't far from what I'd expected. A bit older than me; mid-twenties. She was kinda cute. It's not often you get to see a girl's pussy before you see her face, but I had no complaints.

Weirdly, we started with a cup of tea and just chatted -- the sort of stuff we'd messaged about before things got ... interesting. But then she suddenly became businesslike.

'Right -- let's go up to the studio.'

She led the way. I'd thought it was just a flat -- and a very plush one at that -- but it turns out there was a second floor to it, right up in the penthouse. She let me go in first. There was a bed, and several cameras. And several computer screens -- which were showing what the cameras were recording.

I think my jaw must have dropped as I looked around.

'You like?' she asked. 'I think you guessed that I've done this sort of stuff before.'

'I suppose,' I replied.

'Another thing they've been asking for,' she said softly, 'is a rearview. That okay?'

'I guess.'

'Good way to hide our faces. You can leave your T-shirt on. But ditch the jeans and knickers.'

It was so easy to do -- to simply obey. Soon I was standing there, naked from the waist down, letting her see for real what she'd persuaded me to photograph for her.

She barely glanced at it.

'Sweet as ever. Now get on the bed on all fours. Show the cameras what you've got.'

I did as I was told. I could see myself in the screen, my pussy and arsehole exposed. I liked showing them off.

She picked up a little black box -- a bit like a TV remote -- and I could see her using it to adjust the camera, panning and zooming it to get the perfect shot of my cunt.

'Fuck, you look good,' she said.

She opened a drawer beside the bed and took something out. She showed it to me -- a huge black dildo. I thought of the carrot that had given me so much pleasure. This was fatter and longer.

She walked round behind me, slapping the toy lightly against my bum.

'You okay with this? I think it'll look good in you.'

'I'd love to try it, but I don't think I'm -- you know -- ready.'

Without warning, she slid two fingers into my pussy and held them there for just a few seconds.

'God no. You're real wet already. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you?'

She was right, but I didn't tell her so.

'I'm just gonna video this,' she continued. 'I'll cut out some hot stills later.'

Now she was rubbing the tip of the dildo up and down between my lips. In a moment she had thrust it inside me. I couldn't say how much of it was in me, but again, it was more than a carrot.

'Ow!' I squealed.

I looked at the monitor and was pleased with what I saw. It felt good on the inside, and it looked good from the outside. I let my head drop, closing my eyes, but then I felt a delightful sensation inside me. I looked back at the screen and saw that she had a tight grip on the end protruding from me and was twisting it from side to side.

Then, with a slightly cruel smile on her face, she pulled the thing out of me. There was a plopping sound which made me giggle.

'I'm sure I can get a shot of you out of that. Now let's do one of me.'

She got on the bed beside me, mimicking my position, her arse and cunny fully exposed. She still had the remote and adjusted the camera to focus on her instead of me.

'Well, move!' she instructed. 'You've gotta stick it in me.'

She handed me the dildo. I could see it glistening, moist from my cunt.

'What? The same one? It's covered with my ...'

'Your ... cunt juice? That's half the fun.' She gave me a sly wink. 'Almost like you're fucking me.'

That turned me on. I rubbed the tip between her lips, like she had done with me. I didn't need to finger her to tell she was wet enough -- I could see it. Even so, I slid the thing into her more gently than she had me. Even so, soon I'd fed about eight inches into her.

'Oh, that's nice,' she moaned.

She looked at herself on the screen and rocked her bum a little, judging which gave the best view. Before long, she was satisfied. She slid forward, off the dildo, and it left her without the noise it had made in me.

'That's it?' I asked. The disappointment was obvious in my voice.

'For now,' said Jenny. 'Let's have another cuppa.'

We went back downstairs and did as she suggested. We chatted a bit -- weirdly, nothing about what we'd just done -- then I headed home.

When I got up to my room, I discovered that she'd somehow slipped the big black dildo into my bag. I remembered how good it had felt inside me, and how unsatisfied I was after our brief time together. I locked the door and soon I was sliding it inside me again. It was only when it was deep within me that it occurred to me that it must still be coated in her dried pussy juice -- as well as my own. That only made me pump myself harder.

The next day she got in touch again.

J: I managed to get some great stills from what we recorded. I put them on my pay site.

C: Pay site?

J: Yeah. You can get good money out of this. Don't worry you'll get your cut. Here's a free link

I clicked on the link she'd sent me and was soon swiping through pictures of our two stretched pussies, bringing back happy memories of the previous day. Then I got a shock.

C: You can see my face in them!

J: Yeah. Is that a problem? You can see mine too lol

C: But you said ...

I wasn't sure what she'd said, or what I'd said.

J: And they love your face. Look at the comments.

I read through, surprised but thrilled. There were plenty telling me what a nice cunt I had, and how they envied the dildo, but so many said I was cute or pretty or even beautiful. The two types of compliment made me feel good in different ways, but I loved them both.

J: Wanna make some real money?

C: I'm not sure.

J: And have some real fun?

C: Oh, that? Deffo.

I wrote it cos I thought it sounded funny, without really thinking, and now it was too late.

J: Come over Saturday, around 1. Be prepared for a long session 😊

Saturday arrived. I was nervous, but that trepidation was engulfed by my excitement. I liked the word 'session' that she'd used. And a long one would be all the better.

This time she kissed me when I arrived. Nothing deep, but on the lips. I liked the casualness of it -- made me feel comfortable with her. This time there was no tea.

'You're looking hot. Let's go straight up.'

'What are we going to do?'

'A live session.'

'What?'

'People pay to watch -- and more if they like what we're doing.'

She took my hand and led me into the room. I was in a bit of a daze, but I knew she'd think of me as childish if I backed out now.

She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but she started to strip, and soon it was just the shirt and her knickers. She looked at me expectantly. I was similarly dressed, and soon, similarly undressed.

'Better get your bra off. Too fiddly once we get going.'

I did as I was told, putting by T-shirt back on over my bare breasts. She crawled across the bed, grabbing her remote on the way, and sat with her back against the pillows. There was a laptop beside the bed, just in her reach.

'Get next to me', she said, patting the sheet where I should be. Soon we were side by side.

'Well look at that. We've got 3,471 viewers already. And climbing.'

'What?'

'Yeah. And I haven't even turned on the camera. I mean, they know me -- and I promised them fresh meat tonight.'

'Fresh meat?'

'That's just to bring them in. I still think of you as Clare. And remember, whatever we do, make sure they can see it. Try not to let your head get in the way,' she laughed.

She hit the laptop keyboard and suddenly I could see us both on the monitors.

'Hello, my lovelies,' said Jenny. 'Here she is, as promised, my new fucktoy Clare. Say hello, Clare.'

I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers in an embarrassed wave. Instinctively I pressed my knees together.

Jenny had pulled up her top to reveal her tits. They were way bigger than mine, and her nipples were stretched out under the strain of what they had to contain.

'Now I know you've all already seen Clare's cunt, but we're going to do things proper today -- which means tits first, yes?'

She looked at me expectantly, then pulled her shirt up a bit further to indicate what I should do. Soon my breasts were exposed to the thousands of viewers. They were tiny compared to hers, but my nipples were already like bullets. Something inside me was looking forward to this.

'Sweet little dumplings,' said Jenny.

She reached across and cupped one in her hand, stroking the nipple with her thumb. Then she leaned in and started to suck on it. She kept her head at a strange sideways angle, but I realized she was doing what she had told me to -- making sure they could see. Her eyes gazed into the camera.

Somehow, she operated the remote, and on the screen, I could see the camera zoom in on her face and my breast. She licked and suckled for a few minutes, driving me crazy, then she panned the camera up to my face.

'Look how sweet and innocent she is,' said Jenny.

I looked at the image and decided I looked more scared than anything else, and that made me laugh, because I knew how much I wanted this.

'Fuck! This is gonna be fun!' I shouted. I don't know where the words came from, but they were a signal for Jenny to move on.

'Let's get those pussies side by side again, shall we?'

She slipped off her knickers and then leaned over towards me. The camera was still close up on my face, and I could see as her hand reached out towards it. A moment later, she was rubbing her knickers all over my mouth and nose.

'That's how horny I am,' she said.

She was right. They were damp and smelt divine. I reached up and took them from her, pressing them against my nostrils and inhaling deeply. A few weeks before, I'd never have guessed that the scent of a girls slightly dirty knickers could have such an effect on me, but in an instant, I felt the juices oozing in my own cunt.

Her hands were gripping my panties, and she began pulling them down. I straightened my legs to make it easier for her, and soon they were off. I peeked through the lace that was obscuring my view and saw her taking in my odour just as I was hers. She feigned a look of disappointment.

'Nice and clean, like a good girl's undies should be. I'm going to have to go to the source.'

I offered no resistance to her spreading my knees and then my lips. On the screen I could see her face just above my slit. She was well-practiced in making sure that everything was visible to the camera.

Her tongue reached down and began to flick my clit. I don't know whether it was the sensation or the sight that turned me on more. I'd been masturbating in front of a mirror for years, so I obviously liked the combination.

Her fingers were holding my lips wide open and somehow, she managed to slip her thumb inside me. For a while there was no talking. I slid my hand down her back and over her bum. I couldn't quite reach her pussy. Instead, I pressed a finger against her arsehole, and suddenly it yielded to let me in.

Jenny looked up.

'You can't see it, boys and girls, but Clare has just chosen to finger my bottom.' She gave a little squeal. 'And now she's twisting it!'

It was true, I was. She took her thumb out my cunt and moved it just an inch before pressing it inside me again. We spent a few minutes longer in mutual arse play, Jenny still nibbling at my clit. I glanced over at the laptop and could see comments streaming in, but it was too far to read them.

Eventually, Jenny sat up and all fingers and tongues were withdrawn. I felt disappointed, but excited for what was to come.

She reached under the bed and brought out another dildo -- a double one this time, maybe eighteen inches long. Each tip was shaped like a guy's fat helmet, though I doubted I'd be able to feel that when it was inside me.

'We can't use the same one as in the pictures,' Jenny explained to our audience. 'Because Clare stole that one. And I bet she used it on herself as soon as she got home.'

'I did,' I confirmed, talking straight to the camera. 'And I didn't even wash it first.'

She giggled. 'And she had to keep real quiet so mummy and daddy didn't hear her.'

I merely grinned, but I took the hint.

She began rubbing one of the helmets up and down between my soaking labia. I started emitting little moans, following her suggestion -- it was pure pretence. She pressed against me hard, spreading me, the dildo passing back and forth across my cunt hole until, with a twist of her wrist, it slipped inside.

I emitted a squeal -- this time it was totally natural.

She pushed it in further, and then further still. There was a disk about halfway down, and soon that was pressing against my pussy lips, preventing her from penetrating me any deeper. Even so, there must have been nine inches inside me.

'Ever been fucked so deep, Clare?' she asked.

I shook my head, my eyes squeezed closed in response to the agony and the ecstasy of this thing inside me. The other dildo -- and certainly not the carrot -- hadn't made me feel anything close to this.

She began to pump it, and I whimpered again. I remembered a few days before, fucking myself with that other toy she'd given me, but this was so much better. In part it was because this was another person doing it to me, but mostly it was because she knew how to use a dildo on a young pussy. I wondered how many girls she'd done this to before. How many she'd videoed. Most of all, I wondered where I could find them online, so that I could watch at my leisure.

Soon, every stroke was using the entire length of the shaft. She pulled it out so that just the helmet rested between my lips, then thrust the entire length back in, stretching my vagina wide in a fraction of a second.

'Fuuuuuuuck!' I moaned.

Then, with it inside me, she let go and crawled on top of me. She checked the monitor and saw what I could see: my pussy with a half a dildo flopping out of it, and the rearview of her own cunt and arsehole.

She took the extruding shaft into her hand again and guided it towards her own opening, then slid down onto it. Our cunt lips were touching, only that disk of plastic keeping us apart, but with both our cunnies filled and stretched by the same toy.

She began to fuck me.

I'd never had a man screwing be, but I'd seen videos, and this was the same kind of thing. She swung her hips and slammed into me with a steady pace. All the while, her eyes were locked on mine. That wasn't something the camera could see -- it was obsessed with two pussies and one dildo.

It didn't quite work like being fucked by a guy though. I guess because I was tighter than her, my cunt had a better grip, and so as she hammered up and down, it was her pussy that was stretched and then relieved, stretched and then relieved, over and over. Occasionally -- perhaps because her pelvic floor muscles squeezed tight -- she managed to pull it out of me, and then push it back in. But she was getting more of a fucking than me. I didn't mind. I was in heaven. This was so new and oh so addictive.

But I think she understood it wasn't fair. Not unfair to me or to her, but to the viewers. She was old hat -- I was the newbie. It was my cunt that should get properly pounded.

She took hold of the toy again so that it would stay inside me as she raised herself up off it. Then, just like she had with her thumb, she moved it the shortest distance and pressed it against her arsehole. She sat, and the tip slipped easily inside her. The shaft was so wet from her cunt, she needed no additional lubrication. With a yelp, she dropped down onto it. I felt the impact, both as her cheeks hit my pussy lips, and as the dildo buried itself a little deeper inside me.

She held the position for a while. The expression on her face was of pure joy. Then she began to straighten her knees and lift herself off me. In a competition of tightness, my cunt might beat her cunt, but it could not beat her arsehole. The dildo stayed with her and withdrew from me.

Now she could really fuck me like a man. Every thrust penetrated me deeply. Once again, there was a hint of cruelty to the smile which developed on her lips -- and I loved it. The view on screen was amazing -- just an arsehole and a cunt, and the long, fat tube that connected them, ramming in and out at -- I don't know -- a couple of times a second.

I imagined all of the people watching out there on the web, frantically wanking their hard dicks -- maybe even a few flicking their beans. For half of them it might already be over, and they were now mopping up one variety of delicious cream or another.

The thought was enough to send me over. I felt my vagina begin to pulsate. I let out an enormous cry, which only encouraged Jenny to go harder and faster. Each thrust now made me yelp. My pussy was on fire, my juices soaking the sheets. I wanted the moment to continue forever and let her go on fucking me for far longer than if it had just been me masturbating alone.

Eventually, I was completely spent. My body fell limp and I breathed heavily. She sensed it and lifted off me. I heard a loud slurp as the dildo left me, and I felt strangely bereft. We lay side by side on the bed. Even then, she had the wherewithal to zoom out the camera and take us both in.

One half of the dildo was still buried deep in her arse, but the other hung out of her, bouncing slightly in time with her breath. She grabbed it and bent it around, sliding the free end into her cunt. I was amazed that it -- and she -- had the flexibility, but a moment later she was lying there, DPing herself with and eighteen inch toy.

'My turn to cum,' she said.

She reached down and started to rub her clit frantically. Having her cunt and arse filled, it seemed, were not enough. Even then, she needed more. With her free hand she reached over and started to finger me, working my clit in rhythm with her own. For a second I pulled away. I was so sensitive after my orgasm, I didn't want to be touched there. But it was unfair. She had given me so much pleasure, if she needed the feel of my cunt to tip her over, then I was more than proud to let her have it.

It wasn't long before she came -- great whoops of joy emanating from her throat. She held onto the moment for longer than I had -- it seemed like half a minute before she calmed.

She lay there, breathing heavily. The dildo was still twice inside her, and she made no attempt to remove it. She rolled onto her side, and I did the same, so that we were facing each other. We kissed and then she hugged me close. The warmth and tenderness were almost as joyful as the sex had been -- but not quite.

She glanced at her laptop.

'Over 20,000,' she said.

'Pounds or people?' I asked.

'You greedy slut! People. I'll work out the pounds after.'

I squeezed her sweaty body.

'Aren't you going to turn the feed off?' I asked.

'Nah. Some of them like this bit the best. They want to see that we're in love.'

'We're in love?' I asked, incredulously.

'We're in love with each other's cunts, aren't we? That's enough for now.'

I couldn't disagree. I closed my eyes and found myself drifting off to sleep. I knew I would be dreaming of the next time, and I wondered which part of it excited me more -- the money or the cunny.

Thankfully, I wouldn't have to choose.