Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 13:33:03 -0800
From: Carole Unwin <csunwin@yandex.com>
Subject: Jaz Walking With Wild Women Chapter 2

Jaz Walking With Wild Women Chapter 2
by cs.unwin

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"How was your walk yesterday?" Emmy asks me.

"Brilliant!" I tell her. "I met Gemma, and she is really is awesome. She's
bloody tall and has huge knockers and a wicked hairy bush."

Emmy will be 10 soon and I adore her. She is smaller than I am with very
pale skin and light brown hair to the middle of her back. It's cut to an
adorable fringe in the front which makes her round face even rounder. Like
many girls her age her teeth are slightly too big for her mouth with gives
her the appearance of having a permanent smile, which in Emmy's case is
probably right; she's always cheerful and smiling. Her big blue eyes give
her an air of innocence which I can promise is not the case now, if it ever
were. Her figure is still that of a child, the only curves on her are baby
fat.

"Oh Jaz, you lucky thing. I'm so jealous. Did you lick her fanny?"

"Yeah, several times; and I wee'd in her mouth."

"Crickey!" She says. "That's brilliant! You're making me randy Jaz, I need
a little wank. Can you give me a wank Jaz?"

Emmy and I have met in Castle Park which is a large green area south of the
city's main shopping district. Castle Park is full of old ruins and has
several places you can sit away from the main path and out of sight. We
find a spot where we can't easily be seen and I tell Emmy to take off her
knickers. She pulls off her pink little girls' undies which have cute bear
drawing on the front and the words: `Happy For You' above it. She puts her
knickers in the pocket of her smock and lifts her knees and opens her legs
for me.

I take a moment to admire her pink, plump and pouting little gash - smooth
and hairless as a baby's. Emmy knows what I like and uses her fingers to
pull apart the lips so that I can see the red bits inside. Emmy does this
so well I'm sure she practices in front of a mirror when she is at home
alone.

"Hold your fanny open for a moment, I want to take a snap." I tell her.

I use my mobile phone to take a photo of Emmy's fanny; it's a perfect
picture of her hairless little slit with red showing between the pink
lips. I text the image to my friend Gemma with a little smiley attached.

I put away my mobile and my fingers find her hairless little gash and I
begin rubbing her. We kiss; Emmy is a brilliant kisser. I push my finger
into her tight little hole and Emmy throws her arms around my neck and
begins to pant.

I have learned that there are two kinds of girls, those that cum when their
clits are rubbed and those who have to be fingered. Emmy needs to be
fingered! I give her two fingers and jam them in an out of her wet little
cunt. Young as she is, Emmy like it hard and her cunt makes squelching
noises and she clutches me tightly and moans:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum. Oh Jaz... Aaah!"

Emmy has her small arms around my neck and I can feel her hot breath as she
pants against my skin. I lick my fingers. Sweet! I love the taste of her
little twat. At that moment my mobile buzzes angrily. It's Gemma.

"Who's that photo of?" Gemma asks, sounding very adult and suspicious.

"That's my friend Emmy. She has a lovely little twat don't you think?" I
say to her, and there is a silence on the line. "Would you like to say hi
to her?" I ask, and pass the phone over to Emmy.

"Hi Gemma, Jaz just wanked me and I had really lovely cum." She says
looking at me for approval. "Did you like the snap? That was before Jaz
wanked me, I'm really wet and juicy now."

I take the phone from her. Gemma is at a loss for words. Finally she says:

"Can you bring Emmy over my place at noon? I can get away over the lunch
hour."

I tell her its date and we will see her then.

We have a couple of hours to kill before we are schedueld to meet Gemma.

"Let's go to The Galleries and hang-out there for a while Emmy," I tell
her. "Don't put on your knickers, I have an idea."

We walk out of the park and cross Newgate Road. It's the middle of the day
and the traffic is bonkers as usual so we use the pedestrian bridge. The
Galleries is a small upscale shopping centre in the middle of Bristol with
the usual shops you find on any high street: WHSmith bookstore, Booths
chemists, GAP and mobile phone shops. The Galleries also has a food court
and that's where we go, using the central escalator to go up to the second
floor.

On the escalator Emmy stands one stair below me and two or three stairs
below her is an expensively-dressed older woman with white hair. I
recognize her handbag as a Burberry's; I know my handbags and the price of
Burberry's start at about 1,000 pounds. It's obvious to me the woman is
peeking under Emmy' smock and is staring at her naked 9-year old fanny. I'm
quite pleased because that was the purpose of our visit to The
Galleries. When I look at her the woman turns away, slightly embarrassed,
and pretends to look elsewhere. I scan the area to make sure no one is
watching us, stand next to Emmy, lift up her smock and use two fingers to
spread her fanny cheeks. The woman stares at Emmy' open gash and blushes. I
catch her eye and wink, and then let the hem of the smock fall.

At the top of escalator Emmy and I pause at the railing and look out over
the shopping centre. I see the lady hesitate a moment and then comes to
join us.

"That's very naughty of you girls," she says to us.

"Yeah," I answer, "we are naughty girls. But you like naughty girls don't
you Miss?"

"I do like a bit of naughty," she says. "My car is in the parking
garage. Would you girls like to join me there for a bit of fun?"

"OK," I reply, and we follow her to the underground parking. On the way she
tells us her name is Clementine, that she lives in Gloucester, and has come
to Bristol for a day of shopping. She doesn't tell us her age but I guess
her to be in her late 60s.

Clementine's car is a luxury Range Rover, the big full size model with 7
seats. She helps us into the back seat where there is plenty of space and
lots of leg room. Clementine doesn't waste any time; she lifts Emmy's smock
and her fingers make a bee-line for Emmy's naked, hairless gash. Emmy opens
her small legs wider to give the woman full access; she's only too happy to
be getting another wank. Clementine's fingernails are perfectly manicured
and painted with clear polish, but tops of her hands have the unmistakable
sign of liver coloured age spots.

"Show us your fanny Clementine," I say to her. "It's only fair."

Clementine pauses for a moment, smiles, and lifts her bottom to pull up her
skirt. Then she pulls down her dark blue tights and a pair of expensive
embroidered silk knickers around her ankles and opens her legs as far as
the car seats will allow her. Her bush is dark and nicely trimmed, her
thighs are very pale and I can see blue veins beneath the skin. Clementine
has thick labia which hang below her pussy and look like meaty bunches of
cauliflower. I kneel on the floor and push my face between her legs and
inhale the scent of her; she smells like old ladies cunt, strong and musty
with a hint of expensive perfume. I love the smell of old ladies cunt and I
use my fingers to part her thick labia and find her vag.

Emmy has lifted her legs on to the car seat and her back is against the
closed door. Much as Emmy loves a wank, she loves having her slit licked
even more. Clementine is only too happy to oblige her; she lowers her head
and begins to enthusiastically lick Emmy's little twat. I can tell Emmy is
loving it because she is making little mewing sounds.

I find Clementine's cunt and push my finger inside; it's sopping wet and
huge, I find I can easily get three fingers inside her and I begin to give
her a nice wank. Big as Clementine's car is, it's not the best place for
shagging.  After a while I tell Clementine we have to leave because we need
to meet a friend.

"It was lovely to meet you Jaz. Do you think you and Emmy can come to
Gloucester and visit me some time?" She asks. "I have a big house in the
country where we could have a lovely party. My husband is seldom home and
my children don't live with me any more."

"I'd love to," I reply, "but Gloucester is really far away for girls like
us and rail tickets are expensive. Do you think perhaps you could find a
hotel room here so we can have a party? I've heard the Marriott is really
nice and has a lovely swimming pool and we could get all kinds of nice
stuff from room service. I could bring a couple of other girlfriends
too...."

"What a splendid idea Jaz!" Clementine says, obviously excited at the idea
of meeting some more young girls to diddle. "I will arrange it for as soon
as possible," she says and we exchange mobile numbers.

Emmy and I set off for our meeting with Gemma. It's only a 20 minute walk
from the centre of Bristol to her flat in Clifton near the University.

Gemma meets us at the door to her flat. Emmy, who is almost always
chattering is reduced to silence at the sight of the tall woman with large
breasts and wide hips. Gemma has a huge grin on her face and takes me in
her arms and give me a big hug.

"Jaz! So lovely to see you again!" And this must be Emmy. "She is lovely."
Gemma says and takes Emmy in her arms and lifts her as if she weighs
nothing at all.

Emmy is all toothy grin, I can tell she is pleased and impressed with Gemma
who kisses her on the lips and slips her hand under her smock to fondle her
young hairless twat. I follow Gemma as she carries Emmy through the flat
and into the bedroom where she drops her on to the large queen size
bed. Emmy' smock is up around her waist and her little pink fanny looks
delicious.

"Can I see your boobs Gemma?" Emmy pleads.

Gemma quickly strips off her clothes leaving her jeans, jumper and knickers
lying on the floor. Emmy is impressed with her boobs which are large,
slightly sagging and which have small nipples but very large aureoles. Emmy
is also all agog over Gemma's fanny, which is covered by a thick dark bush
of curly hair. It is obvious from the way Emmy holds out her arms to Gemma
that she wants to touch her boobs. Gemma she kneels over the young girl and
lets her breasts dangle over her face. Her hand goes directly to Emmy'
hairless slit and she begins to wank her.

I'm sitting next to them on the bed watching and getting randy at the sight
of my little friend being diddled by my big friend. My hand is in my
knickers where it's having its own party.

"Don't worry about being gentle with her," I say to Gemma. "She looks small
and cute but her twat's got some miles on it I can tell you."

"Yes Gemma," Emmy pitches in. "I love a good hard wank."

Gemma curves two fingers and slides them into Emmy's little twat. Her pink
lips part to accept the two digits which slide in and out
effortlessly. Emmy moans and says:

"Faster please Gemma, harder..."

Gemma shifts her weight so she is on her hands and knees, her large woman's
body a stark contrast to the small child beneath her. She is thrusting hard
into the juicy little twat, twisting her finger with each stroke. I can
hear sucking squelching sounds and she moves in and out. I have my own
finger inside my vag which is sopping wet. From where I sit on the bed I
have a clear view of Gemma's arse and fanny; I can see the dark hair
ringing her arsehole and her thick lips poking out from beneath her hairy
bush.

I love the taste of cunt; I love the taste of my own cunt, I love the taste
of young girls like Emmy, so fresh and clean, but mostly I love the taste
of older women. They taste so much more `cunt-like' LOL. When a fanny like
Gemma's is practically staring me in the face and begging to be licked, I
really start to lose the plot! In a shake my face is buried between Gemma's
big cheeks and my tongue is digging as deep as if I were trying to find
buried treasure. My nose is pushed against her hairy arsehole and I can
smell it as my tongue savours her cunt juices.

After Gemma's thrusting fingers give her what is probably her fourth cum of
the day (not that I'm counting), Emmy says to me:

"Come on Jaz, don't be so greedy! Let me have a go at Gemma's twat."

We change positions; Gemma lies on her back and Emmy buries her face
between her legs; her fingers quickly find her vag and start poking around
her wet hole.

My twat's still tingling so I straddle Gemma's head and lower my hairless
brown gash on her face; she begins to lick me great enthusiasm.

After we have each had several yummy cummys, we rest on top of the bed
covers stroking each other. Neither Emmy nor I can seem to get enough of
Gemma's huge knockers; we fondle them and marvel at their size and
weight. My eyes light upon the photo of Gemma's partner and I ask her
cheekily:

"What would she think of you diddling young twats like ours?"

"I don't know Jaz. I've never cheated on Megan. I suppose this will have to
be our secret." She says, and then changing the subject she asks me: "How
many girls have you been shagging Jaz, apart from Emmy? Are they all as
young as she is?"

"I've got a few girlfriends, some older and some younger." I tell her,
avoiding a specific answer. I prefer to keep my private life private,
especially with grown-ups.

Gemma ponders this idea for a while and then says: "Yesterday if you'd
asked me to cheat on my partner I would have said: `not too bloody likely'!
Yet here I am in bed with a 10-year old. God help me! But you two are so
irresistible! I know my partner Megan, she is as faithful as the day is
long. But if she had the chance to shag Emmy, I doubt she could resist
either!"

"What are you thinking Gemma?" I ask her as I lie next to her, my fingers
toying with the long stands of dark hair under her arms.

Emmy catches on quickly. "You want to arrange so I can meet Megan and she
will shag me."

"Yeah!" I chip in. "And you probably want to catch her so that both of you
can party with my friends!"

Gemma doesn't say anything but I know that's exactly what she is
thinking. And I am thinking a couple of steps ahead of her. It's always
difficult finding places for young girls like my friends and me to hook
up. I really like Gemma's flat and it's location in the Clifton district is
really convenient.

Gemma gets out of bed and says: "Damn! I should have been back at the
office an hour ago. Time to leave girls."

When Gemma goes to the toilet to pee, I say to Emmy: "We have to find a way
to have you meet her partner Megan. Make sure you guys exchange mobile
phone numbers." I instruct her.

She does this as we leave. When we get down to the street Gemma leaves
quickly to return to work. I walk Emmy to her house because her Mum wants
to take her shopping. I have plans of my own. We give each other a hug and
Emmy says to me: "You are the best Jaz!"

We part ways, certain that we will hook up again sooner rather than later.

To be continued...