Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 13:33:03 -0800
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: Jaz Walking With Wild Women Chapter 1

Jaz Walking With Wild Women Chapter 1
by cs.unwin

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"Everybody ready to walk? Onwards and upwards," says the skinny girl with a
funny haircut, long on one side and cut really short, almost shaved, on the
other side.

We set off across St. Michael's Hill in Bristol, in the South West of
England, the `Wild Walking Women's Group', lesbians who meet every Sunday
for 'a lively jaunt through the town'. I follow them, keeping to the very
back of the group, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, which is not
easy. I am fourteen years old and Asian; the group is mostly white and
their median age is about 45. But that's why I'm here, I really fancy older
women. If I am lucky today I may find one who fancies me.

A tall short haired woman with really big knockers separates from the group
and drifts back to walk beside me. She's not wearing a bra and the cold air
is causing her nips to push out of her t-shirt. I can't take my eyes off
her; I love nips!

"Mind if I walk with you?" she asks me.

"That would be lovely," I say, giving her my best shy smile.

We walk together for a spell; she appears to be dawdling and, as we walk
together, I watch the lesbian walkers group cross St. Michaels Hill and
disappear around a bend on Horfield Road. The tall woman says to me:

"Looks like we lost them..." and lets the words hang in the air. "You
didn't really come out today to walk did you? You came to hook-up." She
says to me.

"Yes, I answer her. It's true, you've winkled me."

She laughs, showing straight white teeth. Her nose is large and a bit
crooked and she isn't at all bad looking. She is very tall, taller than
most women. I am only 5'3" and 6 stone sopping wet (that's 85 lbs). I
haven't yet shagged a woman as tall as she is, but I have a feeling that's
going to change today.

"Consider yourself hooked then," she says, smiling. "I'm Gemma and I think
you look ever so tasty."

"I'm Jasmina, my friends call me Jaz," I tell her. "You are very pretty
too."

"Thank you. Since we won't be able to catch up with the group, how about
coming to my flat for tea, or whatever. I live on Charlotte Street, it's up
there towards the Cabot tower," she says pointing in the direction we have
just come from.

"OK Gemma, that would be lovely," I say, and we begin walking in the
direction she has pointed.

"You are lucky I spotted you; you might have ended up some with a fat old
dyke whose tits hang down to her knees."

"I wouldn't mind, I say. I like old ladies; all sorts."

Gemma laughs, "that's right I am an old lady to you I suppose. It's only a
matter of degree I reckon! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!"

I smile at her but I don't say anything.

"What's the story with you and older women then? How old are you anyway?
15?"

"I'm 14. It isn't that unusual, some of my friends like older ladies too."
I tell her, and I can see a look of surprise on her face.

"My family run a shop; yeah I know, real typical Asian," I tell her. "My
Dad brought an auntie over from India when I was small, to look after me. I
suppose she was sort of bent because she started licking my fanny when I
was just little."

"How little," Gemma asks, fascinated.

"I oughtn't say really, but quite little. She used to suck my wee from me;
she believed drinking baby's wee would keep her healthy. Later when I got
older, she taught me to lick her fanny, and other bits..."

"And sucking her wee?" Gemma asks.

I ignore her question. "I suppose Auntie trained me well, and that's why I
am here. What about you? What's your story?"

"I'm 36, Jaz. I work at the University in admin. I have been lesbian as
long as I can remember. I am in a long term relationship with my partner,
who is away for the weekend. And I don't make a habit of picking up young
girls off the street."

"You might get used to it," I tell her and giggle.

We arrive at her flat which is in the attic of an 18th Century row house
typical of Bristol's Clifton district. It's a small and very feminine flat
with angled ceilings and gables. We have to climb a steep narrow staircase
to get to the top floor.

"I've been thinking about wee since you mentioned your Auntie," Gemma says
when we arrive at her flat.

I smile at her. I'm really not surprised.

"I'd really like you to wee on me Jasmine. Oh God, that sounds so nasty!"
She says, embarrassed.

"I'd like to see your boobs Gemma, I say." I really want to see her naked
and I have been wondering what her fanny looks like since we met. I hope
she has a hairy bush, because I have a thing for hairy twats. I suppose
that's my Auntie's fault.

Gemma pulls her t-shirt inside out over her head; she isn't wearing a bra
and suddenly her boobs are right there. Naked, her boobs look even more
massive. She has small nips but her brown aureoles are as big as my
hand. She has a bit of a tummy on her and a clump of dark hair under her
arms. I'm beginning to get tingly.

"You like these girls don't you," Gemma says, lifting her big breasts and
placing one on each side of my face, squeezing them together against my
cheeks. I can smell her skin and it's mostly perspiration, hardly any
scent; she's the natural type and doesn't even wear deodorant. Her hands
fumble with her jeans and she pulls them down along with her undies. I'm
really pleased to see her twat is thickly covered with dark curly hair.

"Let's see you now," Gemma says as soon as she has stepped out of her
jeans.

I undress quickly and do a little pose for her, opening my legs so she can
see the pout of my little brown gash. Gemma sees a very slight, brown Asian
girl; pretty except for a slightly hooked nose, large eyes and mouth a
little too big for her face. Shoulder length black hair and pointy little
brown nipples, but no breasts yet.

She's is looking at my twat, brown and as hairless as a little girl's. I
turn around and bend over, put my hands on my bottom and pull the cheeks
apart. I have practiced this at home in front of the mirror; I know she can
see the bright pink inside of my gash and my little wrinkled brown
arsehole.

Gemma is on her knees in flash and buries her face between my legs. Her
tongue lashes out and laps up and down my little brown slit. Her tongue
slips into my arse, which give my vag a little spasm. We haven't moved from
the living room which has a beech coloured parquet floor.

"Sit on my face Jaz, Let me suck your little brown cunt," she begs me.

Gemma lies down on the floor and I straddle her face, facing her feet. I
put my hands on her large soft boobs for support and lower my thin hips on
her face. She tries to spear my tight little hole with her tongue and lick
my clit at the same time. If she keep this up I'll cum, but I hold back
because I have a surprise for her..

I squeeze the muscles in my bladder so hard that my sphincter tightens; and
I push out a small dribble of wee. The angle I am leaning over Gemma sends
a little squirt right into her mouth.

"You're a dirty little slag Jaz," she moans. "But God I love it."

It's always hard to wee when you're randy, but I do my best. I give Gemma
four or five good squirts, some in her mouth and some on her hair, neck and
chest. A yellow pool gathers on the floor next to where she is lying.

When it's clear I can't wee anymore, Gemma takes me into the bathroom and
we shower together. She lets me suck on her big hairy cunt to my heart's
content. I lick her arsehole while I push my small hand deep inside her and
make a fist. Gemma wails like a banshee when this gives her a massive cum.

Gemma takes me to her bedroom. It's very tidy and smells fresh and
clean. Signs of her partner are everywhere, including a photo of the two of
them together on the dresser. She is pretty and shorter than Gemma. I
wonder what she would think if she knew what was going to happen in her
bed. What does happen is Gemma lies on top of me and strokes my twat. She's
really heavy and I feel a bit crushed I can barely move; but it feels good
to be in her power and have no control. Her finger finds my hole and she
begins to fuck me.

"You've got a big cunt for such a little girl," she whispers in my ear and
puts a second finger in me.

I don't answer. I'm rubbing my clit and breathing hard; I feel her big tits
and tummy on me and smell her sweat. She's really pounding me hard and all
my attention is on her fingers driving deep into me. I can hear myself
saying:

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, yeah fuck me!"

I'm going to fuck your nasty little cunt till you cum, Jaz. Cum for me you
little slut."

I can feel her sweat and her heavy body pushes me down into the bed. She
keeps punishing my twat with her fingers until I let go and have massive
cum. I'm panting so hard I sound like a dog.

We are lying in her bed after Gemma has shagged my brains out. She opens my
leg and begins caressing my little hairless brown twat again, this time
gently.

"I could never get enough of this, Jaz. You've got me hooked. Your twat is
so sweet and innocent to look at; it's just like a little girl's. But
inside it just needs to be fucked like a woman does."

"Have you ever shagged someone young as me?" I ask her.

"You are my first," she says. "Except when I was a little girl."

"Do you like my young twat?"

"It's so delicious and naughty; I could play with your little twat all day
long, and all night. Why do you ask?"

"I have some friends...," I say.

"Oh! You are a really dirty little girl Jaz. You are shagging older women,
and, having it off with little girls? How old are they? Can I meet them?"

"Yeah, I will see what I can do." I tell her. "I really like you Gemma," I
say to her. "You are really lovely and I think my friends will like you
too."

"Yum, Jaz. I am so glad we met," she says, and begins to stroke my little
brown clam.

"Sorry, I have to go home now or my parents will be upset," I tell her and
gather up my clothes.

We exchange mobile numbers and promise to ring each soon, and I leave.

To be continued...