Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 10:50:03 -0700
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: FLASHING MY FANNY 3

FLASHING MY FANNY 3
by cs.unwin

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Over the next few weeks Mel and I see each other as often as we can. On our
next sleepover we bath together and when the bath is empty, I teach Mel how
to wee standing up, in the tub. I learned girls can squirt their wee quite
as far as boys can; we just need to have a really full bladder and hook our
fingers into our pussy lips in the right way. I laugh when the first time
she tries Mel wees all over her legs and she has to take another bath to
clean up.

I can't wait to get into bed and play with Mel's hairless little slit. It's
lovely to have her young pussy to play with as much as I want. It is so
clean and fresh and a nice change from the old ladies I have been pulling
for the last year. I like old ladies because they make me feel dirty and
nasty and they will do anything I ask for a taste of my twat; but little
girls taste so much better.

Carol texts me nearly every day; she is desperate to meet again and lick my
fanny. I text her I am busy, but I take a snap of my vag for to keep her
eager. She sends me several photos of her hairy cunt from different angles;
I show them to Mel to gauge her reaction. Mel doesn't recognize her
mother's hairy cunt and asks me:

"Zoe, where did you get that? Who sent it to you?"

I am not ready to reveal the whole story. I tell Mel that I have met a
woman who is smitten with my pussy and who is pestering me to go and see
her again. Mel hangs on every word I say. She wants to know everything:
what the old lady looks like and what it's like shagging her. By an amazing
coincidence, as we are talking about this I get a text from Stella, who is
another old lady I met at Charing Cross Starbucks. Stella wants me to come
over to her place for a bit of `lick-the-slit'. She doesn't live very far
from my house.

I tell Mel; she is giddy with excitement and says:

"Oh Zoe, can I come with you? Do you think she will let me see her naked?
Please take me with you!"

I tell Mel I think it is a splendid idea and that Stella will be chuffed to
meet her. I text Stella back and it's sorted.

The the next day Mel and I walk over to Graham Terrace where Stella
lives. Her flat is in a row of low houses beside a Presbyterian
church. Black wrought iron railings line the side-walk to keep pedestrians
from falling into the deep excavated entrances of the buildings basement
flats. Each house has a sort of fenced overpass for visitors to enter the
main floor front door. Stella lives in a basement flat; to enter we have
pass through a heavy wrought iron gate and descend a circular staircase.

Stella is a plump woman in her mid-30s with long dark hair in ringlets; I
imagine she must spend a fortune in salons. I'm sure she fancies it keeps
her looking young; but to me she looks old and a bit pathetic.

She sees Mel right away and exclaims:

"Oh Zoe, you have brought a school mate with you? How wonderful! Come in,"
she says, "it is so wonderful to see you both."

Stella's flat is large and has higher ceilings than you would expect in a
basement. We are invited to sit on her sofa. I hitch up my skirt and open
my legs so that Stella can clearly see my hairless young twat. Mel gives me
a funny look; she did not know that I was going to go `commando' to meet
Stella.

"Oh my! Stella says, her eyes fixed on my fanny. You've brought me my
bestest favourite thing in all the world!" She says this in a high pitched
voice, trying to sound like a young girl.

I close my legs, blocking her view, and I tell her: "Mel wants to see you
naked, I promised her she could. Can you please undress for us?"

I used my best little girl pleading voice which my Mum really hates.

"Of course Zoe. Whatever you like dear girl," Stella says and begins an
elaborate strip-tease for us.

Stella is one of those women who look better with her clothes on. When she
removes her top we can see the double rolls of fat on her abdomen; one
thick roll below her breast and a second bigger roll which is her tummy,
and which hangs down in a little fold over her crotch. Her calves are thick
and support fleshy thighs mottled by cellulite wrinkles. Her large breasts
hang on her chest like deflated balloons and her aureoles are so big a part
of the brown circles are hidden in the folds underneath. Thick black hair
covers her slit and dangly bits and a patch of black stubble runs up to
underneath the bulge of her stomach.

I keep my legs together during Stella's dance and open them when she stands
in front of us completely naked.

"Stella," I ask her politely, "can you please get on your hands and knees
for us?"

She is unable to refuse me and gets down on all fours; in that position her
soft sagging boobs hang almost to the floor. I stand up, motion Mel to
follow me, and we walk around to behind Stella. I spread her fat fleshy
bottom so that we can see into the bright red gash of her vag. Mel giggles
at the sight of her brown puckered arsehole.

"Go ahead and play with her fanny," I tell Mel.

"Oooh! Can I?" She asks. "It looks so nasty!"

"Yes, it is pretty nasty and you can do anything you like to her."

Nasty or not, Mel's inquisitive young fingers dig deeply into Stella's
bottom. I hear a squishy sucking noise as she burrows into the fat woman's
deep cunt. I begin to feel squishy myself and I start to play with my own
wet little twat. Stella begins to pant and begs to be allowed to lick me; I
give her permission and she crawls to me and starts to lick me as urgently
as one would lick an ice lolly melting in the sun.

Mel is on her knees, her almond shaped eyes are wide open and only inches
from Stella's backside. I lean back to enjoy the wet tongue snaking its way
up and down my crack. Stella finds my clit and I close my eyes to enjoy the
cum I have been expecting. When I open my eyes I see Mel's face buried in
Stella's bottom. I can barely keep from bursting out laughing; Mel, it
turns out, is a dirtier little slut than I had expected. But she looks like
she is struggling to get the right angle and needs my help.

"Lie on your back Stella," I tell her. "Let me sit on your face."

Stella turns over and lies on the carpet. Her boobs hang down on either
side, flat against her rib cage. I strip off my skirt and straddle her
head. My hands, looking for support, sink into the flesh of her stomach as
I lower my fanny on her face. Stella fingers my vag and arsehole while she
is licking me. Mel is on her tummy and licks Stella's gaping wet cunt
enthusiastically.

After some time Mel asks me if she we can trade places. I give up my
position to her; Stella is overjoyed to be allowed to lap on a hairless
slit even younger than mine. I decide to watch and perch on the sofa
rubbing myself. When it's time for us to go home, Stella gives us each a
hug and reminds us we are welcome to visit her any time we like.