Mary Lamb: Rolling Her Lips
by tannim
June 20, 2012

	"Oh, my back." Mrs. Snarly sighed in relief as she rested her massive breasts on the booth table. "Men may love them, and I may too, but sometimes I miss my old small pair."

	"They do look quite attractive, though." Mary Lamb stirred her tea with a straw. "I'd have killed for a pair like that when I was young." The ewe looked up to the serving girl staring down at the massive shrew tits and smiled. "She'll have a coffee and sugar, black.  She has her own milk."

	Both old women chatted for a while, keeping the discussion on general things when people were in ear shot, then switching back to more intimate topics.  Mrs. Snarly squeezed her eight inch long nipples to squirt her milk into the coffee before drinking, doing it rather more than was necessary if she happened to notice a younger male looking at her.  Mary took some for herself, too, and rather enjoyed it.

	"This really is good.  I'm stuck with natural of course." She tilted a bit as though looking lower down her friend's body. "Is the rest natural or were there changes there too?"

	"Oh, they're natural down there.  Mr. Khan offered to let me use the vacuum pump like Mrs. Cunningham and her daughter, but I passed." Snarly pat her chest. "It's hard enough walking with just these!"

	"It isn't too bad down there."

	"You've pumped?" Snarly looked doubtful.

	"No, I've stretched." Mary looked smug. "No need for fancy equipment with stretching.  Not that you can't use some, of course.  Men aren't quite as put off by it either... well, unless you overdo it I suppose."

	The shrew nodded and took a swig. "Yes... I've stretched a bit down there too.  My husband hated it so I never got as long as I'd wanted in my youth.  Then again, he's not too fond of my new chest, either.  I should have done it anyway.  That'd teach him." She sighed and answered the obvious question. "About six inches.  You?"

	"About double that, it's been a while since I measured length.  I've been working on width the past few weeks." Mary stood up. "Speaking of which, I need to get going.  It's been great talking to you again, Snarly.  We really need to get together more often."

	"Width, hmm.  How do you do that?" The shrew watched her friend laugh and not answer on her way out. "Maybe next time, then."

	Back home, Mary Lamb stripped off her pink dress and hat and looked at herself in the mirror.  Her sixty or so year old body had held up alright so far.  All of her wool was clean, her small breasts weren't sagging too badly, and her visible skin wasn't deep set with wrinkles yet.  Most of it anyway.  The ewe's protruding inner vaginal lips were quite wrinkled as they hung down between her legs about two inches.

	They were damp, as was her entire vulva.  Talking with Snarly had left her quite horny.  That old woman's breasts were impressive, but it was good to know that Mary had something of her own to be impressive with.  She sat down on her bed to tug at her inner lips.  They stretched easily in her fingers, soft, pliable, and hot with her arousal.

	Both Miss Lamb's labia were only an inch wide still, something she wasn't too happy with.  Length without width seemed somewhat silly to her anymore.  She let go of the left lip to spread the right wider with both hands.  After so long focusing on length, it felt right to work on widening them.  It felt sexy too, especially after coming up with a new way to do it other than just using her fingers.

	Mary hurried to the closet and dug out the old clothes press she'd found.  A simple crank on the side caused the bottom roller to spin, dragging whatever was pressed between the two to be squeezed through.  It was a lot simpler than the new fangled 1930s models she'd seen, simple and effective.  It was perfect for spreading her labia out!

	The old ewe grabbed the handle in her right hand and used her left to stretch her inner lips just enough to touch the tips between the rollers.  A turn of the handle made her draw in a deep breath.  Her labia widened immediately as they were squished through the rollers.

	Designed for clothing, they had a bit of give.  That give was very limited, however, and they squished her vaginal flesh to barely a dime's thickness.  She turned the handle and stepped as close as she could to it to make it stretch her tender lips wide instead of her usual tugging them out long.  Mary's natural cunt juice kept groin from tearing with the compression.

	The sexual lubricant made the roller less effective,  but that was a good thing too.  It gave her time to grow more aroused from the rolling.  Her flaps threaded through the rollers at a slow enough pace that she could turn the crank and lewdly thrust against it, bumping her clit against the top bar and even down along her own stretched out inner lips.  She loved everything about it, including getting to lean over and look at how much wider they were in front than in the back until her flesh tightened again.

	Using a towel to dry them every so often could extend the crushed width, at the cost of comfort.  The drier her labia were the more difficulty her vaginal flesh had constricting back to their original shape.  Mary wasn't sure if it really helped in the long run, but the results were promising while she was doing it and that's all that mattered.  They looked so pretty spread out to an inch and a half or wider.

	Mary cranked a full foot of pussy flaps through the rollers before her groin was up against her toy.  They just dangled out the other end completely limp as she stopped turning.  The ewe leaned further over to rub the left side with both hands, tugging it up and out to admire the slight width increase.  Thinner, but so much lovelier, she couldn't imagine Mrs. Snarly having a better pair than her's.

	Miss Lamb couldn't suppress a light titter at the thought.  She felt like a little school girl again comparing her body to others in a bid for boys.  Well, so what if it was childish, the woman tugged her sex lips, both of them, and wrapped them together like a braid, childish was good for old women.

	"I really need another hand or two to take a picture of this." Mary held both of her steadily narrowing back to normal lips in one hand to jerk her other hand along them as if jerking off an erection. "I can't ask Snarly to do it though.  Oh well." She giggled. "Back to work I suppose.  Come on, Girls, lets get you wider."

	Letting go and turning the crank once again, Mary pulled her vaginal flaps back through the rollers.  The rollers turned the same way and flattened them again as she backed up away from it.  Another couple inches of her sex pulled through them before Mary ran out of slack and she grunted in pleasure at the compression stimulating them so well.

	Mary's free hand ran over her breasts, briefly, before finding its way down lower to lightly trace half circles around her clitoris.  There was no direct touching to that turgid button, not yet at least, but rubbing so close was a delightful tease to go with her labial stretching.  It helped turn up the flow of her cunt's natural fluids to really make things moist for the rolling.

	Wetter lips meant less width retention again, but she could turn the handle a lot faster too.  It creaked a bit under the strain but her vaginal flaps fed through it rapidly, spread and slick with the ewe humping forward into it then back to drag her sex back out.  Her groin was feeling beautifully overstimulated, especially when eager thrusting sent her lips through bent double or triple layers thick to be squished together and out again.  There'd be a little bruising later, she knew for the three or four layers at least, but oh it was so worth it.

	Mary's legs shook a little from the effort of tugging her lips back each time mixing with the pleasure from it.  Her vulva did ache a bit, too, but she didn't even notice that as she watched her wide labia extrude out the front over and over again.  They spread out to close to two inches when the flesh bunched up on itself, she found herself trying to make that happen despite the increased feeling of pressure and bruising down there.

	Her hips thrust faster, needing to feed the rollers in time to her frantic arm cranking it.  Mary's clitoris bumped against the top roller a few times as her orgasm drew nearer.  Both her toy and her cunt lips wobbled from the impact but she didn't slow down.  More bumps happened the same, with one even ending in her outer labia being pinched between the bars in addition to her long inner flaps.

	The ewe bucked violently backward, then cupped her groin to rub at the suddenly stinging mound.  She glared down at her thicker outer lips for getting in the way, then smirked at how silly it was and simply rubbed her clit directly to push that pain away with pleasure.  It was her fault anyway for getting too lost in the stretching.

	Forcing herself back under control, Miss Lamb pulled fully out of the rollers.  Her cunt lips dangled eight inches downward, slowly shortening further as the flesh tightened up again toward her groin.  That they retained some of their new width in places was satisfying indeed, but not all of it was as wide.  The tips were still too narrow for her.  She'd have to figure out a way to widen them more evenly.  After her orgasm though.

	Mary squeezed both lips together and again twisted them around each other.  The horny ewe pressed her joined labia against the rollers with every finger in her left hand before turning the crank.  Her fingers pulled away before they could be pinched and darted to her clitoris again.  There was a fair bit of discomfort having them crushed together between the bars but that also drove her lust onward.

	Miss Lamb's clit pulsed in full erection.  Her pussy lips swelled subtly fuller, both pairs, stretched and unstretched.  Her heart skipped, her pulse raced, she came, bucking wildly against the rollers once again just as the full fourteen inches of pussy flaps finished squeezing through into a wide untwisting ribbon.

	Mary's urethra bulged before she squirted hard onto the bottom bar and hosed the floor below it with more clearish feminine cum than three men could produce in a day.  Her eyes were wide while she growled unsheepishly in orgasm.  Her peak lasted for three full seconds before she felt the beautiful muscle spasms rocking her body ease and her thoughts come back to her.

	Letting out a sharp gasp, every few turns, she turned the handle in reverse to extrude her vaginal flaps one last time and slumped back on the chair she had waiting a few feet behind her.  Cleanup could wait until later.  Her head was pounding with her racing heartbeat and her hands ran over her stretched lips dangling wetly over the seat cushion.  Soft, pliable, long, and so pleasantly wide.  It was good to have a hobby.