Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2015 04:44:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chub Chasing Women (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, WS, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, WS, f/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                Chub Chasers Women
                       By
                      Jan

      There used to be a woman living down the street
from my family that fascinated me.  Her name was
Charlie, and she was a strong woman that took no
guff from any of the neighbors.  I thought she was a
tall woman when I was a teenager, and she was what
you would call a full figured woman, with short
bleached blonde hair with dark roots, and brown eyes.
She has a face with a pronounced jaw that reminded
me of a bulldog.  I admired her strong personality,
because I was a chubby girl that was either being
teased cruelly about my size or ignored completely as
result I developed a shy retiring personality.

      I always felt like I was a disappointment to my
parents.  They named me because they wanted a little
ballerina type of girl for a daughter that they could
proudly parade in front of their friends, but they got
a shy girl that my classmates call me `Fat Fanny
Annie.'  It hurt me to hear them call me that.  They
just made me all the more withdrawn.  I positively
hated to stand in front of my class to give a report.
I felt like they were all laughing at me.  I did my best
to be invisible.  I didn't wear any clothes that would
draw attention to me.

      Whenever I happened to run into Charlie on the
street she kind of frightened me a little, although
she never said anything unkind to me.  I rarely saw
her, but occasionally I would see on her porch tending
her potted plants, or reading while drinking
something from a tall glass.

      Everything changed the day I got involved with a
movement to force the city council to give the local
school teachers a raise in their salaries.  I was taking
a petition door to door seeking signatures on behalf
of our teacher, because they hadn't had a raise in
their salaries in three years.  I canvased a good five
block area, but I deliberately didn't knock on her
door until last, because I was so intimidated by her.

      I approached her front door with trepidation.
When she opened the door I stammered when I
started my pitch for the cause.  She smiled at me and
invited me in, and even offered me a drink.  I couldn't
refuse her offer without possibly fail to get her to
sign the petition.

      Charlie offered me my choice of something to
drink before she was willing to listen to what I was
pitching.  When I took the first sip of the 7-Up that
I had quested I chocked because I hadn't expected it
to be an alcoholic drink.  She patted my back and
apologized for not warning me that she was drinking
Scotch and 7-Up.  After I took the second sip the
rest went down smoother.

      After I made my speech she asked me, "You live a
couple of houses down the street don't you?"

      "Yes, I have seen you a few times out front."

      She studied me carefully before asking, "I work
late a lot, and I could use help cleaning up my house,
so I would pay you to be my house keeper!"

      Her proposition took me by surprise, and it took
me a moment to recover.  The prospect of making my
own spending money was attractive to me, and she
might sign my petition. I asked what she wanted kind
of cleaning she had in mind.  She proceeded to outline
my duties, as she led me through her house pointing
out what needed to be dusted, where the vacuum
cleaner was, and how to operate the washing machine.

      I was excited to have a paying job, and my mother
was supportive, but she did tell me that if I took the
job I couldn't quit without giving the woman a weeks'
notice.

      I started working for her after I got home from
school.  I dusted and vacuumed the rugs.  At the end
of the week I did the laundry for her.  It was pretty
much routine for a few weeks.  Then I started
noticing that her sheets smelled of ammonia.  I
wondered why a grown woman would be peeing in her
bed.  I had noticed that her bed was covered with a
rubberized sheet under the fitted sheets, so I just
suspected that she had a bladder problem.  Then I
started noticing that her panties sometimes had
lipstick stains on the crotch that was defiantly not
her color.  I thought it strange but was too naive to
suspect the possibility that she was having sex with
women.

      One afternoon I was cleaning the house, when the
doorbell rang.  It was at least an hour before Charlie
was do home.  I was suspicious about answering the
door.  When I opened the door there was a woman
that I would guess was in her early twenties.

      She asked, "Is Charlie home?"

      "No ma'am, she is not due for about another
hour!"

      "I'm a friend of hers.  May I come in to wait for
her?"

      I wasn't sure if I should invite her in, but I didn't
see any reason to turn her away, so I invited her in.  I
even offered to get her a glass of water.  She
seemed to know where the living room was.  When I
served her a glass of water with ice in it, she asked
me, "Are you the girl cleaning the house for Charlie?"

      `Yes."

      "Charlie told me that she had a new house keeper
that is a young girl.  Has she made a pass at you?"

      I wasn't sure what she meant by making a pass at
me.  I assumed that she was implying something
sexual.  I just didn't know how to respond.  All I could
do was blush and stammer,  "No...o?".

      "How sweet, I take it that she hasn't put the
move on you yet."

      She started asking me questions like; what kind
of movies I liked, what style of clothes I preferred.
Slowly the questions became more personal like; if I
had a boyfriend, girlfriend, did I masturbate.  In
response to the more personal questions my answers
were a simple no.

      In response to the masturbation question she
asked if knew how to masturbate, and I admitted
that I didn't knew what she was talking about.  She
offered to demonstrate how to do it, and before I
could respond, she lifted her dress as she sat on the
edge of the couch.  She simply pulled the crotch of
her panties aside, exposing her hairy crotch.  She
used her fingers to spread apart her pussy, and
pointed out that little nub that she called her clitoris.
She started rubbing it with her finger tip, and it
wasn't long before she was tossing back her head,
closing her eyes and moaning.  I sat there spellbound
watching her playing with herself.

      I was so engrossed in her activities that I didn't
notice the opening of the front door.  When Charlie
screamed, "What the hell are you doing MARGIE?"

      We were both startled beyond belief.

      Margie sat there with her dress up around her
waist, and said, "I was teaching your housekeeper how
to masturbate."

      Charlie bellowed out, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
I don't want to see you ever again!"

      Margie stood up and headed for the door.  I
didn't notice that Charlie placed her hand on the
woman's butt and gave it a squeeze as she closed the
door.

      When she turned her attention to me she said,
"I'm sorry for the rude behavior of my friend.  Did
she shock you very much?"

      I stammered, "I had no idea what she was doing,
but it was fascinating."

      Charlie pulled me to my feet and hugged me to
her body.  She didn't smell of perfume at all.  All I
could smell was the freshness of soap and the odor of
tobacco smoke clinging to her clothes.  She stroked
my hair as she confessed, "I was attracted to you the
minute I saw you standing on my porch with that
clipboard in hand.  I am a dirty old Chubby Chaser,
but couldn't bring myself to seduce you."

      I wasn't familiar with the term Chubby Chaser,
but I assumed it meant that she was attracted to fat
girls like me.  I understood that she was telling me
that she wanted to have sex with me, and was upset
that her friend had tried to seduce me.  I felt as limp
as a wet washrag in her arms.  When she kissed me on
the mouth I could taste the foul flavor of cigarettes
in her breath, but the longer she kissed me the less I
noticed the taste.  She stuck her tongue into my
mouth and it thrilled me.

      When she placed her hand on my left breasts I
almost wet my pants.  She asked me, "Can I see what
you look like naked?"

      I couldn't respond to the question vocally, so I
simply started unbuttoning the top of my simple
dress.  She started helping me finish unbuttoning my
dress.  She pulled the dress off of my shoulders and
the dress slowly fell to the floor around my feet.  I
felt vulnerable standing there in my full slip.  She
gently pulled the straps off of my shoulders and the
slip hung there on my big tits until she pulled the slip
free.  It joined my dress on the floor.  Because of
the size and weight of my breasts I had a hard time
finding brassieres with cups large enough and
shoulder straps wide enough that the straps didn't
cut into my shoulders, even so they still made a deep
impression into my shoulders.  I had to pull the straps
off of my shoulders to be able to turn the bra around
to unhook the straps to free the bra from my body.
As soon as the breasts were free Charlie placed her
hands on my breasts and gently molded them in her
hands.  She bent down and took one of my nipples into
her mouth and suckled on it like a baby trying to get
milk.  The feeling she aroused in me was unbelievable.
I was wearing full panties that were a little baggy,
along with the cheap slippers I wear when I'm home.
It was a simple thing to step of the slippers, leaving
me in just the panties.

      Charlie lifted her head from my tit and looked me
right in the eye, and kissed me again on the mouth at
the same time she placed her hands on the elastic
waistband of my panties.  The panties were heavy at
the crotch from my own moisture and they fell to the
floor around my ankles.  I stepped out of them as
Charlie lowered me to the couch.  She laid my head on
the armrest and placed my left leg of the back of the
couch.  While she sat between my legs she inspected
my pussy.

      Charlie found out quickly that my hymen was
intact.  She spread my labia open and placed her
mouth on my pussy.  She probed my vagina with her
tongue just enough to stretch my hymen enough to
cause me a little discomfort.  Her nose was pressing
against my clit too.  I couldn't even begin to describe
the feelings she was inducing in me.  I actually
blacked out when I experienced my first orgasm.
When I became aware of my surroundings Charlie's
face was hovering over me, and she kissed me on the
mouth.  I tasted my own pussy juice all over her face,
as she stuck her tongue into my mouth.

      She laid on top of my body and talked to me about
how much she loved me.  At that moment I was so
much in love with her that I would have done anything
she asked.  I was reveling in the warmth of her body.
She didn't need to tell me that I shouldn't tell anyone
what she had just done.  I interrupted her in mid-
sentence by kissing her on the mouth and forcing my
tongue into her mouth.

      I struggled to change positions, but she was
heaver and stronger than me.  She had to sit up
before I could start removing her clothes.  She had
to help me.  As I had noted she was in her work
clothes.  I didn't know exactly what she did for a
living, but she had on a business suit.  It was a Navy
blue suit that consisted of a jacket that buttoned
left over right, and a skirt that almost covered her
knees.  She had on a white blouse with a scarf around
her neck in dark blue and maize stripes as a
reference of her Graduation from the University of
Michigan.  When we removed the jacket the blouse
did little to hide her 38-F sized breasts.  I could
even see brassier through her blouse.  It was the
same kind of support bra that I had to buy.  When
she removed her skirt she had on pantyhose over
bark blue panties that covered her big behind.  I was
so excited to see her naked body that I almost
ripped her buttons off to get her blouse off.  I got
behind her and had to struggle with the tight fitting
brassiere to get it unfastened.  The cups practically
sprang away from her breasts.  I wouldn't have
suspected just how large her areolas were.  They
were as large as teas cup saucers, and they were
almost a brown color.  The nipples were as large as
Concord Grapes.  When she lifted one of her heavy
tits for me to suck on, I could see the red
impressions of bra straps under her tit.  I was very
familiar with those marks.  It would take a lot of
rubbing to remove the marks of the bra.  There was
also a permeate discoloration of the skin under her
breasts caused my heat and friction.  I suffered
from the same problem under my own tits and
between my legs.

     While I sucking on the large nipples, she went
about peeling down her pantyhose.  She had to
remove her pumps before she could finish peeling the
hose off.  Even before she removed her panties I saw
the same marks on her inner thighs as me.  I could
smell the heady aroma of her moist cunt.  She
struggled to remove her panties.  I studied what her
pussy looked like as soon as the panties were low
enough for me to see her cunt.

      The thing about full figured women is that our
vulvas are wedged between our thighs so that you can
only see a small portion of the tangle of pubic hair.
She had to finish removing her panties before she
could spread her legs wide enough for me to see her
pussy.  Her labia minor dangled past her labia major
like dark mauve cauliflower.  I swear that the room
was filled with the aroma of her moist pungent pussy.

      The only thing left for me to do was kneel on the
floor in front of the couch and place me hands on her
thighs and stick my nose into her wet pussy.  I had to
use my tongue to sweep aside the pubic hairs around
her vagina.  I was overwhelmed with the taste of her
pussy.  When she placed two fingers on either side of
her clitoris and pressed, it popped out and reminded
me a of a baby boys little penis.  I took it into my
mouth and sucked on it like she had done to me.
When I started sticking fingers into her vagina I
soon found that I was able to stick my fist into her
cunt.  She was verbally telling me how much I was
pleasing her with a string of dirty words that was
music to my ears.  When she had an orgasm she
suddenly squirted urine into my mouth.  It startled
me and I pulled my head back, and she peed in my
face.  The salty ammonia liquid made my eyelashes
wet, and I actually swallowed some of her pee.

      Charlie apologized but assured me that she did
like to give girls a gold shower.  I felt like anything
she wanted to do was all-right with me.

      After we were finished she took a cigarette from
her purse and lit up.  I wanted to do anything she did.
I took the cigarette from her hand and took a drag
on it.  When I inhaled it gave me a coughing fit for a
moment.  Charlie told me that smoking was a filthy
habit that started when she stole her mother's
cigarettes, when she was only 10-years-old.  She
assured me that she had tried to quit many times, but
could never last more than a few days without a
cigarette.  She pleaded with me to never start the
habit.  I promised to never smoke again.  With that
she led me to her bedroom.

      She pulled back the covers and left them piled on
the floor.  She laid me on the bed and mounted me.
Only this time she sat on my face and rubbed her wet
cunt into my face before she started peeing in my
mouth.  I drank as much as I could but eventually her
piss overflowed and before long my head was resting
in a puddle of my wet hair.

      I suddenly realized why her sheets always
smelled of urine when I washed them.  It was a good
thing her sheets were colored, If they had been
white they would have permeate yellow stains.  The
lipstick on the crotch of her underwear became
obvious after an afternoon of eating her pussy.   I
wondered if that woman earlier had been the one
eating her pussy.  She insisted that I clean up before
I went home.

     She warned me that it wouldn't due for me to go
home with my face and hands smelling like her pussy,
or my hair smelling like urine.

      From that night on when she would get home we
would spend the evening eating pussy and tongue
fucking each other's asshole.  Saturday mornings
became a the time to strip her bed, and listen to who
had spent the night before drinking her piss, while
washing the sheets, with her whispering her story in
my ear while finger fucking my pussy.  Before long I
would be laying under her while she pissed into my
mouth.

      One evening Charlie wanted to call Margie and
invited her to come by.  I was more than a little
jealous.  I tried to talk Charlie out of it, but she
assured me that it would be fun.  The only reason I
relented, was that Charlie threatened to send me
home if I was going to be childish about it.

      When Margie arrived I behaved like a petulant
child.  Charlie eventually had enough and draped me
over her knee and pulled my panties down, and
spanked my butt until I was truly crying like a baby.

      It was all the more embarrassing being punished
in the presence of the woman I was jealous of.

      When Charlie eventually let me slide off of her
lap, I lay at her feet crying.  When Margie tried to
console me I lashed out.  She slapped my face hard
enough to leave a red imprint on the left side of my
face.  She grabbed me by the hair, and with the
other hand pulled up her skirt to expose her panty-
less crotch.  She pulled my face between her legs and
smashed my face against her hairy cunt.  I was
overwhelmed with the smell and taste of her cunt.  I
sucked her cunt until fluids were filling my mouth.

      Charlie put on a strap-on dildo, and flipped up my
skirt.  My panties were still half way down my thighs,
and she guided that dildo into my pussy.  With every
thrust, my face was smashed against Margie's wet
cunt.  Just before I was about to cum, Charlie
withdrew the dildo and inserted it into my asshole.
It felt like she was sticking a hot poker up my ass.
My cries of pain were muffled in the wet cunt.  The
pain was eventually replaced with an orgasm that
made my knees buckle.

      From that day on I couldn't refuse Charlie
anything, and it set me on a life of being submissive
to any woman that cared to dominate me.  I still seek
out older women that have a taste for chubby girls to
dominate.



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