Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2015 04:44:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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 They just made me all the more withdrawn.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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.