Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 10:50:03 -0700 From: Carole Unwin Subject: FLASHING MY FANNY 3 FLASHING MY FANNY 3 by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any suggestions or comments: csunwin@yandex.com If you like this story please consider donating to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----- 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.