0 comments/ 11388 views/ 1 favorites Erika Ch. 01 By: FreddieM Chapter 1: Oral The steam rose off the pot as she stirred a milky broth. Another twenty minutes on slow simmer and it would be ready for more spices and then the noodles and the soup would be done. Damned hot day in El Cajon and she wasn't about to go around in the house fully clothed, but at the same time, three days after her period ended, anything is an excuse to fuck. Leaning over the food again and getting a good sniff, her course, dark hair fell off her shoulder and unceremoniously into the soup. Erika closed her eyes and inhaled while a lock or her hair soaked up the fruits of her labor. Few things on earth make her happier than food. She's not fat, just a little on the plump side, but deep inside her is the soul of Rubins himself. Let's just hope she never fully embodies his vision and keeps the fat quarantined to its allotted positions of ponderous breasts and a fat Mexican ass. Her head was still in the pot when the door opened and in walked her lover, going directly into the computer room, not even seeing her. She perked up and pouted her lips as the soup laden hair splatted on spaghetti strap top leaving a yellow stain on the white fabric. No problem I got it she told herself poking both her hair and her strap into her mouth to be happily sucked clean at the same time as an enormous grin split her face. God I'm such a little kid... Where the hell is he? "Did he just come home and not say hi to me?" she asked her self indignantly, out loud this time. We'll see about that. It is always bad around this time of the month, and she berated herself for a slut as she unbuttoned the top of her ripped off shorts and rolled the hem over exposing the soft curve of her lower stomach. She reached back and checked to make sure a hint of her ass was showing out the top of her pants and that the jeans were hiked up into her crack at the bottom. Two long fingernails stopped to caress the top of her ass, breathing slowly as her middle finger dipped between the folded flesh scratching back up to her back. That hand hiked up the back of her shirt while the other pulled the front down, exposing her light blue bra and enormous tanned breasts. Just enough so he'd have to be blind to miss it. She pulled down the bottom to cover her stomach but it was useless, her pants were folded down already and a good three inches of mid drift was visible all the way around her supple hips. Pulling it down was just an excuse anyway and she knew it as her fingers pushed inside the front of her pants and over her mound Damn... and touched the wetness already soaking her lips. Her toothy grin was long gone as her lips parted with the touch of those nails on her pussy. Masturbation is fun but she knew what she was doing and pulled her fingers from herself once they were completely lathered in... her. One more tug on the shorts to make sure her crack was showing and she walked slowly out of the kitchen and around the corner, pausing to see her lover's back as he faced the computer screen. She didn't say a word as she walked quietly into the room. She just swayed her hips up behind his chair and said: "Hey, Fred. Have fun out there today?" "It was ok; nothing special. I found some plants for the porch though." He said still staring into the monitor, reading his email. "That's good, I'm working on a late lunch/early dinner if you're interested." "Maybe in a bit." He looked dead into the screen. "Don't I merit a kiss?" He stopped reading but kept looking into the screen. Would it be better to piss her off and ignore her or be sweet? It was safer to be sweet even if it meant passing up some really great rough sex if she got mad in the right way. He spun his chair to face her and was greeted with a sight that made him wish he'd been mean. Her stomach was exposed from her ribs all the way down to her hip flexors and her breasts seemed to scream for release from her over-tight bra. Her hair was down and her lips swollen. I've got to marry this girl he though for the hundredth time. For a man with strange tastes and a love of chub this one was a wet dream.... and his best friend... and loved him back. Standing up before his erection kept him from doing it he hugged her hello and gave her a loving, lustless kiss. A little tongue, but not enough. Figures she thought with a chuckle before she reached down and squeezed his growing erection and gently pressed her still-wet fingers into his mouth. Fred sucked her fingers clean while she unzipped his pants and brought out his throbbing cock with her hot little hand. They shared one long sucking kiss and sweaty palmed stroking before she sank to her knees in front of him and raised her eyes. Deep brown eyes glittered in a round face as her swollen lips caught the head of his cock in her mouth. Gently raking her teeth over the shaft of his penis, just an inch down, while her tongue pressed against the underside. Erika sighed and gripped the top of her bra and pulled it down, revealing enormous breasts and dark hard nipples. It was mostly for the view it would be giving him as he looked down at her but for a girl who hates her entire body, except her breasts, showing them off was a thrill. And she could squeeze her nipples for a little while to give them some relief while she sucked his dick. She didn't relish the sucking as much as the noises he made when she did. Quiet moans issued from his throat while her pursed lips ran wetly up and down the side of his erection. She liked sticking out her tongue and licking his penis slowly, ever now and then glancing up to see his pained expression. Releasing a throbbing nipple she grasped the base of her subject and inhaled it in one quick movement, pushing it slightly down her throat and then raking her teeth over the sensitive flesh as she pulled it out again. His breath caught and she dripped in her panties, feeling the power of her mouth. Once he was nice and wet she reached up and gave him a tug, slowly but firmly stroking him towards orgasm while her mouth sucked away at his head. The wet noises echoing in her ears made her shiver and she moaned as her ran his hands over her face and through her hair. Her free hand slid down over her fat chest and down to her folded down belt line, and was unceremoniously stuffed down the front of her pants for another touch. Well practiced fingers rubbed madly and her other hand and mouth moved as one, her breasts undulating above her bra and smacking against her ribs as she threw her body into the action. Her hips snapped back into her hand and she moaned around his cock, vibrating it, and ripping gruntal sighs from his throat, making her juices flow even more freely. Raking her teeth and sucking freely at his cock, she drew him in deeper and deeper, her throat opening ever so slightly as she forced it down. Now was the time. She wanted him to cum NOW. The power washed over her as she tore her slippery hands from her sopping pussie and his hard cock and latched onto his hips. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned as she thrust herself forward and engulfed him. She vaguely felt his hands raking through her hair and pulling her in, but the moans she ripped from him and the wet sounds of her sucking echoed in her head. She pulled it in and out of her throat and then out of her mouth to look at it before inhaling it again. She didn't bother to look up. She knew how he looked when he was close. She just wanted to hear him catch his breath again and again as she dominated from her knees. Teeth, tongue, suction, and Throat worked him over and over, never giving him enough of the same so he could cum till She decided to make him. She sucked him hard and then swallowed him whole in time for him to cum down her throat. At least part way, the rest she caught in her mouth and swallowed it slowly while looking triumphantly into Freddie's flushed face. Erika Ch. 01 Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ Another note of personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B! ________ Characters identified in this script are of legal age, but may portray maturing young adults. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. ________ This is the first in what may (or may not) be a series of stories involving one of the central characters from the Jordan series. If you haven't read any of the installments in that series, I recommend you do so first, since it will help you better know the characters. ________ Just a final comment about the sex scenes and other relevant stuff. If you’re searching for a story that’s full of non-stop sexual activity on every page with very little plot or character development, this story will probably not appeal to you. I write erotic stories about women loving and caring for other women. The characters in the story are portrayed in great detail and the story line – not the sex, is what it’s really all about. If that’s why you’re here, then I believe you will enjoy the story. ________ With total clarity I can recall the day my father initially brought up the notion of moving to America. At first I thought that I had died and I was going to heaven. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my native country. But it seemed the more I thought about it, there just wasn’t a tremendous amount of potential for a young gay female living on an island about the size of Kentucky, that had an average annual temperature of about 42º F and that was situated in the North Atlantic, one of the harshest oceans on the planet. My name is Erika Einarsson and I was born eighteen years ago in Keflavik, Iceland. I was my parents’ only child and just like all daughters, I thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention all the time, as well as being spoiled rotten by my father. I loved him dearly and I guess secretly I always envied my mother. As with most Icelanders, we’re able to trace our family’s history back to the original Celtic and Norwegian settlers who arrived in the early tenth century A.D., although why anyone ever wanted to settle on the island has always remained a bit of a mystery to me. The country virtually has no trees, it’s covered by volcanoes and glaciers and the summers are marked by nearly unbroken daylight, while conversely the winters are comprised of nearly total darkness. Just think for a moment about the havoc that would reek on your biological clock, not to mention your typical North American sleep patterns. For more than fourteen years my father had been the head of the Oncology Department at the National University Hospital in Reykjavik, with a tenured faculty appointment at the University of Iceland’s Medical School. At six feet, four inches tall, with light brown hair graying slightly at the temples and wire-rim glasses over a usually predictable stern expression, he always appeared much more like a professor to me than a father when he was outside of our house. However, when he crossed that threshold at home by the end of the day, he always remembered to leave that detached persona at the door. Around our home my father was a kind hearted and thoughtful man who frequently provided medical care to anyone in our neighborhood without any expectation of payment. But outside that little neighborhood his reputation was well known all over the continent and he was frequently invited to speak at the most prestigious medical schools and conferences about his tremendous strides in cancer cell research. It was eventually that research that resulted in our move to the United States and for the first year we were here I made a point of thanking him every single day. Living on a small island of about three hundred thousand people has its pros and cons. I was always aware that I was attractive and I guess for the most part that was certainly a pro. But the truth was, I knew I was not that terribly different from many of the other women in my age group. I’d heard that the mainland Europeans had a saying about our country that went something like this: if you throw a rock you’re likely to hit at least five blue-eyed blonds and four of them would be beautiful. Of course, for me percentages like that was definitely a con. My day-to-day existence on our little island remained fairly unremarkable until I finally turned twelve years old. That was the year that I started to develop my feminine shape and develop it I did. By the end of the year I was looking more like an eighteen year old than most eighteen year olds and certainly much older than my peers. It was also during that time that my secret weapon that had remained dormant during those many years began to finally emerge. That secret weapon happened to be none other than Kristinn Einarsson, my mother. My father met and married my mother when he was in his last year of medical school in Oslo, Norway. At the time she was barely nineteen and was already one of the most popular commercial models in Scandinavia. Like all great love stories, my mother willingly gave up everything she had accomplished to be my father’s loving and devoted wife and from the colorful stories told to me by my grandparents it seemed as if she never really missed it. When I was a very young girl my mother would often take me aside and show me the many photographs her parents had collected of her during her nearly five year career. Like most young females, I was in awe of such things and I was suitably impressed by her many accomplishments. I felt truly blessed that such a beautiful woman was my mother. It was easy to see why my mother was so popular during her career. At six feet tall, with long flowing platinum blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and high cheek bones, the woman was absolutely stunning. How my mother could ever think that I could look that incredible had always been a mystery to me, but to my surprise her years of infinite patience would finally be rewarded. In retrospect, I can see she always hoped that one day I would follow in her footsteps and perhaps even achieve the measure of success she had walked away from to marry my father. I suspect that every morning she would awaken hoping to see something finally emerge in me that she would quickly recognize as ‘the look.’ Of course, at twelve years old I had absolutely no idea what ‘the look’ was and whether I had it or whether I even wanted it, but I knew that something had caused my mother to wake up one day and suddenly spend thousands of kronur – sorry, that’s Icelandic money, to create an impressive portfolio of me. Within a week she had taken that rather thick packet of 18” x 24” glossies of me in various stages of dress and undress to London to meet with interested executives of the Elite Agency. I think it’s safe to say that from that day forward my whole world began to change and the innocent girl I once was would never be again. Two years later my name was listed each month in the industry magazines as one of the top ten models in Europe. Amazingly, I was earning more money in two months than my father typically earned in an entire year trying to save humanity. I suspect that’s a rather sad commentary about the world in general, but I won’t complain too loudly. By the time I turned fifteen I had more than one hundred magazine covers to my credit, dozens of product endorsements and I began doing television commercials in London and runway modeling in Paris. I was being booked at such an incredibly demanding pace that the entire lifestyle was no longer much fun for me, but it didn’t escape my attention that the more hectic things seemed to get, the more my mother seemed to be in her element. By this time she had needed to hire a personal tutor for me, because as you might imagine I was no longer able to balance my demanding shooting schedule with my school schedule. That year I spent more that ten months on the continent and I even went eight months without ever seeing my father, which left me feeling terribly sad and a little depressed. If money was the sole determining factor for measuring success as a model, then that year was my most successful in the industry by far, as I earned the equivalent of six million American dollars. Sadly, the more pleased my mother became over my burgeoning success, the more it seemed to take its toll on me. She became committed to keeping me focused on my career to the exclusion of everything else, and that included discouraging my repeated efforts to try and enlist her in any discussion about going to college and then eventually on to medical school like my father. She grew very displeased whenever I entertained such wistful notions, calling them foolish and an utter waste of my god-given looks and abilities. In retrospect, it was also clear that she really enjoyed returning to celebrity status, even if it was in the role of my manager. I was beginning to suspect that she could never again be happy returning to the more sedate and normal life she had with my father before this fairy tale began and that made me even sadder. That particular year will always remain fixed in my memory because of several incidents that occurred which would forever change everything in my world. Early in the year my mother was killed by a relentless fan while I was shooting a commercial in Amsterdam. After returning to Iceland to bury her, and after grieving her loss for several weeks with my father, I was left alone to complete an arduous shooting schedule that my mother had negotiated for me only several months prior to her death. By the time I had been to fourteen countries in just twenty-one days I was convinced that she had truly been the more fortunate one of the two of us. According to local police reports it was never clear whether the man was actually stalking me or my mother and I guess in the end that didn’t really matter, since she happened to run into him first. I loved my mother dearly and I miss her every single day, but I always wished that she didn’t push me into that career as hard as she did during those earlier years; it might have all turned out so differently. My fifteenth year was very special to me for another, much more personal reason. That was also the year I refer to as my period of sexual awakening. It seemed that after a number of delightful and incredibly satisfying encounters with three other international models hailing from France, Italy and Russia, I came to the unwavering conclusion that I definitely preferred female company to that of men. Of course, the operative word was ‘preferred.’ I really wasn’t exactly certain whether I was gay or merely bisexual, but since I was getting more than my fill of models to satisfy me, I was in no real rush to reach that ultimate determination any time soon. Without hesitation I can say that up to that point, no other revelation had ever impacted my life as much as the one concerning my sexual orientation. As time went on my sexuality became an important part of who I was and who I would become and I’ll certainly talk much more on that rather spicy topic shortly. Anyway, I continued dutifully meeting all my professional obligations and then halfway into the following year, about a month before I celebrated my sixteenth birthday in late July, my father telephoned me just as I was finishing up a three-day photo shoot in Greece to ask me if I would like to accompany him on his relocation from Iceland to America. I never imagined my father would consider leaving his home and the University, so the question took me totally by surprise. I didn’t need any time to make up my mind, however, and I immediately jumped at his offer. Two days later I caught a Lufthansa flight to Berlin and then a most familiar Icelandair jet the rest of the way home. I knew that the dreadful job of packing or storing everything that we owned in preparation for the move across the ocean was awaiting me once I finally arrived, but I did not seem to mind it too terribly. I was more excited than I could ever remember being during any other time in my life. Unfortunately, the relocation to the U.S. did not mean a nice clean break from my modeling career. There were still dozens of assignments that I was committed to for the next eighteen months, but when the contract with Elite finally expired before the beginning of my senior year it was an easy decision not to renew it. Now, for better or worse, I simply became just another high school student living in Houston, Texas, a place with more than twenty times the population of Icelandic. Although I had certainly heard of Texas before, I had never heard of Houston prior to our move, so one day I decided to look it up on the internet. Within minutes I knew that I was living approximately 3,900 miles from Keflavik, Iceland as the crow flies. ‘As the crow flies’ was a rather curious expression that was actually taken verbatim from that website and I found it totally unbefitting my own situation. There are not a tremendous number of birds on our island anyway, and there are definitely no crows. Furthermore, I suspected that no self respecting crow probably would ever choose to live in Iceland either, so the metaphor was totally lost on me. Between the use of a tutor and the fact that the school system in Iceland is just different enough to have caused problems for me, it was decided by all-knowing school district officials, who repeatedly claimed to have the best interest of the child at stake, that I was to be enrolled as a sophomore at Memorial High School at the commencement of the next term. That decision was made with me sitting alone in the school district office surrounded by three ISD officials and my father conferencing in from somewhere in the medical center via the telephone. I realized that it was the shape of things to come for me with my father’s new position. Initially I felt I should have been classified as either a senior or at least a junior, but I seemed to be the only one in attendance championing my cause. My courses in math and the sciences had all been advanced and my scores were always perfect in all of my classes. And if that wasn’t enough, my I.Q. had been recently tested at 179 and I spoke four languages fluently and I was working on a fifth, thanks largely to the hands-on tutoring I was receiving from Sasha, the Russian model I had gotten to know all too well. Despite those lofty accomplishments, however, school officials weren’t swayed. I think that my age might have actually had something to do with it. Anyway, I think I would have considered finishing secondary school with my tutor back in Europe if it hadn’t been for Lisa Cruz. Lisa was the first person I met when I arrived in this country and we developed an instant attraction for each other. It just so happened that she was also going to be a sophomore, so I finally relented. That was when I began to settle into life in America. Beautiful Lisa and I had a wonderful monogamous relationship for my first two years in Houston. It was my first monogamous relationship with any woman, as well as hers, and we grew very close during that time and she was a tremendous help getting me fully acclimated to the area. She even helped me pick out and furnish our new house and was also going to help me find a housekeeper, since my father never seemed to have the time for such trivial concerns. Things were moving along so well that after our junior year I actually thought that I might be falling in love with her. Ironically, my mother used to tell me that “allt gerast fyrir a ástæða.” For those of you who aren’t fully conversant in Icelandic, she said that everything happens for a reason. It was about that time that Lisa surprised me when she told me that although she really loved me, she also wanted to see other people. At first I was terribly disappointed and not sure that I wasn’t going to start crying my eyes out in front of her. But after a few minutes I regained my composure and I was finally okay with it. Sure, it was the first time I heard that from anyone, but I knew that Sasha was only a plane ride away. So at the beginning of our senior year we went forward in what I referred to as a part-time relationship of mutual convenience. Initially, I felt awkward about our new relationship, but when school finally started it wasn’t hard to see that there were also many benefits to it. I still had Lisa all to myself anytime I wanted her, but I also became much more familiar with the world around me and I realized there were so many wonderful opportunities out there. So even though I may share with you some of the things we do together, this story isn’t really about me and Lisa. For the most part it isn’t even about me and Jordan, although I have to admit that our times together would certainly make for some very interesting reading as well. This story is about me as I continue to mature as a woman. So strap yourself in, keep at least one hand free, and enjoy the ride. If you don’t already know me from one of Jordan’s earlier descriptions, let me tell you that I'm approximately 186 centimeters in height, which translates into about 73 inches, more or less. I usually weigh about 58.5 kilos or just under 129 pounds and my weight never varies by more than 2.5 pounds in either direction. I was fortunate to get my mother’s crystal blue eyes and long platinum hair which is very thick and has a soft, natural curl to it. I like to keep it long and at the present time it falls just past my breasts. I really love it when I’m naked and my hair completely covers my breasts in the most sensual and seductive manner. My measurements are 34.5-23-33, and I have a natural ‘D’ cup size. I normally have very little body hair anyway, but what little I did have in my pubic area I had removed through electrolysis in Copenhagen. It was pricey and it even hurt a bit, but you never have any unsightly stubble or razor burn to worry about ever again. For those female readers who give that little thing a frequent work out either alone of with a partner, I highly recommend it. I maintain a strict exercise regimen and I did so before I started my modeling career. That typically includes running sixteen kilometers or the equivalent of about ten miles a day, not less than six days a week. My running is supplemented by a fairly rigorous weight program designed to maintain my legs and upper body. I like the firm look on me, but I have no desire to start building muscle mass, which normally attracts the wrong kind of females for my personal taste. Sorry ladies, I’m not trying to offend anyone, but I really want my women to look, dress, act and smell like women. I have multiple body piercings, which were more the result of too much time on my hands between multiple day shoots, rather than a desire to mutilate my body. In each ear I usually wear two diamond studs and a large four inch gold hoop. I have a much smaller three-quarter inch gold hoop in the top of my left ear that I added on a whim. My tongue is also pierced and everyone seems to think that it improves kissing a thousand percent. I don’t disagree with that at all, but it also works wonders when I slowly drag it across a sensitive clit. I also have a one inch gold ring through my clitoral hood and believe me when I say that it intensifies the pleasure for me by tenfold. I’m still undecided about my nipples, mainly because I think it would be painful as hell whenever they get caught on my tops. Erika Ch. 01 My navel is pierced with a charm that represents the universal symbol of ‘woman’ in gold and it dangles from a small one inch gold chain. Someone told me that it’s a sign to other women that you’re in the hunt. I don’t know if that’s true, but it certainly does get its share of female attention. I love the way it feels as it bounces against my stomach as I walk. I also have one tattoo about three inches to the left of my pubic area at my waist which is usually visible when I’m wearing bare midriff tops, which is most of the time. That tattoo consists of five Chinese characters that mean “sexy bitch.” I actually was talked into getting it done when I had a four-day photo shoot in Hong Kong a couple years earlier and Sasha didn’t want to get hers done alone. I guess I’m a push over for a pretty face and a very talented tongue and Sasha definitely has both. Alright then, every story needs a jumping off point and this one does too. Let’s start it off a week after the wonderful orgy we had at Debbie Masters’ house. Every now and then I meet someone that I find myself very attracted to on several different levels. They’re attractive – sometimes even gorgeous, intelligent and emotionally deep. If they’re also witty I might even consider them as partner material. To me Jordan Peters was such a woman. Maybe it was also the fact that Jordan is so much shorter than I am and I’m really into domination –in a nice way that is. But when I saw her in school on the first day I knew I wanted her. She fit the profile of a perfect woman and her eagerness to please her partner was such a wonderful surprise. About ten thirty on Saturday morning I decided to drop by and say hello to Jordan. Well, I guess that’s not exactly true, since I said hello to her yesterday in class. I guess I really had other intentions. I knew she was committed to her relationship with Debbie and would probably not come to see me on her own no matter hot wet she got between her legs for me. After a shower and a warm water enema I slid into a pair of white satin shorts that were not too snug and a fairly tight white tee-shirt – one of about twenty I received from a British commercial client, with its name embossed in large red and blue script across the front at about breast level. I had trimmed the shirt up earlier so it looked like it was made to be worn as a bare-midriff top. I pulled my hair back in a scrunchy, put on my make-up and some pink lip gloss and then I slipped into a pair of white flip-flops – something else you’d never, ever see in Iceland. Then I was off. I drove over to Jordan’s house which was located in a modest, but very well kept neighborhood several miles from the school and nearly in the opposite direction of my house. She had described it to me once before and the appearance of the street and her house matched her description perfectly. I parked my car in front of the house and I walked up to the front door and I knocked twice. About a minute later the door opened and I was staring through the screen at a slightly older version of Jordan, yet every bit as attractive. Now I knew with absolute certainty where Jordan got her killer green eyes. “Good morning, my name is Erika and I came by to call on Jordan.” I said, using my most friendly and upbeat tone. International travel can be very frustrating. As if the different languages weren’t enough of an obstacle for a visitor to hurdle, you occasionally might run into someone who for example lives in Italy, yet she doesn’t speak a word of the language and you have no idea where to go from there. There were many times I would try to converse with people in those situations, but after using all of the languages in my repertoire, including bits and pieces of Russian, I would simply draw only a blank stare. In a strange sort of way I had that same feeling right now looking through the screen door. I waited for this woman to respond to me, yet she just stood there staring at me without saying a word. I knew I was dressed a bit provocatively, but as I casually glanced down once again at my outfit to make sure everything was in the proper place, I did not think it was severe enough to offend anyone. “Hello!” I said again, while waving my hand slowly across her line of vision to try and catch her attention. It seemed to work, because the double take she did suggested that she must have realized that she had been staring and I could see she felt very awkward about it. “I’m so sorry; please forgive me. My name is Elaine Peters; Jordan isn’t here but won’t you please come in and join me for a cup of coffee?” She smiled broadly as she apologized and then she stepped back and held the screen door open for me and I entered the house. Once I stepped in and my eyes adjusted to the interior I was able to see her much better. She was definitely Jordan’s mother and I towered over her by at least six inches, like I did her daughter. Elaine had the same face and beautiful hair, although she did not wear it as long as her daughter. As if all that wasn’t enough, those green eyes would be a dead give-away in a crowd of thousands. Her body was still beautiful at probably twice her daughter’s age and she was significantly bustier than her daughter. Like Jordan, she did very little with make-up to accentuate her pretty face. Her nails were nearly as long as mine and she had clear polish on them. She was barefoot and dressed in a pair of jean cut-offs that were uncharacteristically short for a woman in her early forties. She wore a rather skimpy bathing suit top that revealed ample cleavage and I could immediately feel that it actually caused a bit of a stir with me below. I’ve been sexually active for a while now and I’ve come on to about the same number of women who have come on to me. It doesn’t take long for you to recognize the look in their eyes and the softer, more inviting tone in their voice. I thought I was sensing that feeling now, as I smiled down at Elaine as I entered her house. I followed her into a country-like kitchen that was done in red brick on three walls; a small island also made of brick was located in the center and a built in cook top range and the coffee maker were located on the island. She offered me a seat at the table and by the position of the open newspaper I sat down in the seat that was immediately next to where I suspected she must have been sitting when I first knocked. I was very impressed; the place was immaculate and smelled wonderful. I needed to hire someone to keep our own house up and if I thought it wouldn’t offend this women I would hire her in a heartbeat, just on what I was seeing all around me. “I love this room Mrs. Peters, it’s so warm. I can see you’re quite the housekeeper and decorator.” I said, as I continued to look around the room and observe many of the little decorative touches that made it appear so homely. “Why – thank you, Erika . . . and do please call me Elaine.” She said blushing slightly at my compliment, as she poured a cup of steaming coffee in a large ceramic mug that brandished the name and logo of the high school. I smiled as I realized that the mug was probably purchased by Jordan when she was still a student at Memorial. “What do you take in your coffee?” I looked over interrupting my tour of the room and smiled. “Just right out of the pot the way it is will be perfect.” “Where is your accent from, Erika? It’s incredibly sexy.” She said, as she placed the coffee down on the table in front of me and sat down. I returned her smile. “Thank you, it’s Icelandic. I was born and raised in Iceland. I’ve only been living in Texas for two years now.” Her brow furrowed slightly as she seemed to be thinking about my response. “My goodness, your English is perfect. It’s amazing you were able to learn the language in only two years.” I smiled at her. “No, I didn’t learn English here, Elaine. We’re taught English in our earliest years in school and everyone is fully conversant in it. I also speak two other languages, as well.” “My goodness, what other languages do you speak?” She asked, now sitting up in her chair. “I also speak French and Italian and I know just enough Russian to get me into trouble.” I said, taking the cup of coffee and blowing gently across the top. Elaine smiled at me and then her brow furrowed and she was looking at me in a somewhat peculiar way. “Is there something wrong?” I asked, wondering whether I might regret that question momentarily. The question seemed to interrupt her concentration and then our eyes met. “Erika, is that a piercing in your tongue?” I smiled. I had that piercing long enough to have fielded every possible response to it and I was more than comfortable with her inquisition. “Yes, it is.” I said, as I slowly parted my lips and extended my tongue far enough for her to get a better look.” She seemed to grimace slightly. “I think that it looks sexy, but didn’t it hurt when it was done?” I smiled at her question and look of concern. “I used to get that a lot. No, it actually didn’t hurt at all.” “Wow, your tongue, your navel and several in your ears, you certainly have a bunch.” She said, with a slight blush, not knowing whether she might be offending me. I chuckled and then took another sip of coffee. “I do, don’t I? In fact, I even have one more that most people will never be able to see.” Elaine tried not to appear too obvious, but her eyes started to rake over me and I could immediately tell what she was trying to do. I took another sip of coffee and wondered how she would eventually approach the question. “Well, I have to say, that I’m totally stumped. I can’t even imagine where that other one is hiding.” She said, unable to look away. I smiled at her tenacity and slid my chair out a bit, so she now had an unencumbered view of my entire body that was seated less than two feet from her watchful gaze. I took my left index finger and slowly moved it directly over my pussy and ran the finger up my crotch from the bottom to the top. “As the French would say, ici!” I said. She looked up at me confused. “I’m sorry, here is where the last piercing is – it’s in my pussy.” I said, as I now was using my entire palm to caress the area for illustrative purposes. Elaine’s eyes seemed to grow large. “I’ve heard of women doing that, but I have never actually seen it.” I studied her for a long, thoughtful moment. “Would you like to see it, Elaine?” She seemed to swallow hard for an instant and I could tell that my question must have embarrassed her. “I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you. Perhaps it’s better if I leave.” I said, trying to ameliorate her discomfort. “No, no - I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave; it wasn’t embarrassment. I would love to see it. Please?” I smiled at her to allay her feelings of concern. “Okay then, if it won’t embarrass you.” I stood up and I was just about to drop my shorts to my knees in order to give her a quick peek, but suddenly something caused me to reconsider that plan. Maybe it was the fact that Elaine’s respiration rate seemed to suddenly increase, or maybe it was the way she was staring at me, like the look of a woman who was in dire need. I stepped a foot or two away from my chair and kicked my flip flops off. Then I moved back in front of my chair and opened the top button of my shorts. I furtively glanced at Elaine and I immediately recognized that familiar look that I’d seen so many times before. I moved the shorts down my legs as slowly as I could, trying my best to heighten as well as prolong the viewing pleasure for her. She was watching them slowly move south, as my crotch gradually came into view. I didn’t stop my striptease once my pussy was fully exposed. I slid the shorts all the way down my legs and once they fell to my feet I raised my left leg and kicked them off in the general direction of my flip-flops. Then I sat back down in the chair and parted my thighs, before pulling my tee-shirt up and over my head. I was now sitting on the kitchen chair totally naked. Elaine was sitting there watching me literally on the edge of her seat and staring between my legs. Now I was beginning to feel very wet and I think we both sensed that the game had gone too far for it to just remain a spectator sport. “You can’t see very well from over there, Elaine. I think you need to come closer.” I said, as I moved my thighs as far apart as I could in the chair. Elaine was touching herself now over her cut-offs. I moved my chair a bit to the left, so that I was now fully facing her. Her eyes still had not moved from my pussy and I was willing to let her take all the time she needed to get comfortable with what was about to happen. After several minutes she looked up at me and made eye contact. There was a child-like innocence about her expression that I found terribly erotic. I smiled at her and nodded. “Go ahead, come closer; you know you want to.” Elaine started to move her seat forward and I reached out to gently touch her face, bringing her movement to an abrupt halt. My action must have surprised her, because she looked up at me and there was almost a trace of fear in her eyes, as if she was afraid that I just might be toying with her. “If I’m going to sit here without any clothes on, I think you should take yours off, as well. Don’t you think that’s only fair?” I think the question may have surprised her and for an instant I could tell she was not sure what was expected of her. I know sensory overload can be a problem and I knew she probably needed some guidance about now. I stood up and as I did her eyes never broke contact with mine. When I was standing in front of her I reached down to take her hands, in order to help her to her feet. She stood up slowly as if she were unsure whether her legs could even support her weight. Then I kneeled down in front of her and undid the button on her cut-offs and slowly moved them down her legs until they puddled at her feet. Then I helped her raise her legs up one at a time, as I took the cut-offs away and tossed them into the same pile where I had thrown my shorts only moments earlier. I was now on my knees staring directly at Elaine’s pussy. I was surprised that it was perfectly hairless, but in retrospect I really shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t like teenage women had a monopoly on that sort of thing. As I looked at her there was really nothing about this woman that reminded me that she was much older than me, except for the fact that I knew she just happened to be Jordan’s mother. There were no visible stretch marks, varicose veins or fatty deposits to be found anywhere, though she definitely did not have the well-toned athletic body like mine or Jordan’s. Yet her body was still incredibly beautiful and she appeared to be more than ready to play. I reached my hand out towards her glistening pussy and gently ran my finger down the cleft for the first time. I smiled as I immediately felt her entire body shudder from the contact. I looked up at her face and her eyes were closed and her tongue was moving slowly, back and forth across her moist lips. I knew that expression too well, it was the “I hope to god that feeling never stops” look and we can all recognize it when we see it. I moved my face towards her pubis and ran my tongue gently up her clit that was barely peeking out. As I did I felt her long talons dig into my shoulders and once again I smiled. She might have even drawn blood that time, but at least it was for a worthy pursuit. Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not an S & M diva, but I’ve had my share of injuries from claws and teeth during sex and I find it strangely exhilarating. I stood up and put my hand behind her head and pulled her face towards mine. Our lips met for the first time and as the kiss deepened I could sense that she was now able to taste herself on my lips. I immediately felt the hunger that had been building deep within her since my arrival, as she began returning the kiss with the greatest intensity. Then I felt one hand begin to move down towards my waist and she began to part my lips below seeking my opening. Her other hand moved to my breast, which she began kneading gently. Wow, I thought, this woman really was ready. “Harder.” I whispered to her and I immediately felt her increase the intensity she was applying to my breast. After several minutes I broke the kiss and moved my lips to her ear lobe and spoke softly between small sensuous bites on the outer edge of her ear. “Do you want to make love?” Before you starting thinking that was a rather stupid question, you should probably know this about me. It really piques my arousal level to know that my partner is as turned on as I am, so I enjoy hearing them tell me that as often as possible. At that particular moment I wanted to hear her say it. Also, I usually never ask a question in a situation like this unless I already know the answer. She pulled her head back slightly and looked into my eyes with an almost dazed expression on her face. “Oh my god, yes . . . yes, I want to very much.” “Do you want to go to your bedroom or should we just remain here in the kitchen?” I whispered, with a wicked grin. She didn’t answer my question. Instead she just took my hand and I instinctively followed her through the house to the front door, which she closed and locked. Then we moved down a hallway to what I soon learned was the master bedroom. Like the kitchen, the room was decorated tastefully and it was in perfect order. Elaine released my hand and walked to the headboard of the Queen-size bed and pulled the bedspread and covers down and scooted onto the center of the bed. Then she looked up at me and using her hand, she patted the space next to her, indicating that I should join her. As I watched Elaine lying in the center of the bed I suddenly began feeling a bit wicked. I moved around to the far side and sat down and then turned to face her. She began to move towards me and was surprised when I put my hand out and held her at bay in the center. “Just a moment, Elaine; before I surrender this tight and very wet eighteen year old body to you, there’s just one rule.” She smiled at me for an instant, not sure where this was going. Then her smile slowly faded and a serious expression overtook her. “Anything . . . absolutely anything you want!” I smiled at her. “What a coincidence, that happens to be the one rule – anything I want.” She moved closer and looked up at me and smiled. I slid down under the covers with her and we lay together facing one another. Her nipples were hard and they were rubbing against my breasts and that was when I knew what I wanted. “First, I want to nurse on you.” I whispered to her, before I kissed her. Then she kissed me back with even more passion and our tongues played tag in her mouth and then in mine. After a moment we parted slightly and she smiled at me and then looked down at her hard nipples against my breasts. “They’re all yours baby. Please suck on them as long as you like.” I smiled at her and then moved down to her breasts. They were huge, at least the same size as Lisa’s, and I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth and began to suckle. As I did, I took my free hand and began to gently knead her right breast. Then I closed my eyes and everything felt so wonderfully blissful. I remained in that position for a while, sucking and licking Elaine’s nipple and occasionally nibbling on it or raking my stud across it. Every now and then I could feel her own body shudder and hear a low groan escape from her mouth, so I knew that she too was also enjoying every minute of it. All-in-all, it felt wonderful and I believe that I could have remained there all day. As I continued to suck on her nipple I continued to play with the other one, squeezing it and then releasing it, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath my touch. All the while Elaine would stroke my hair and hum quietly, stopping every so often to whisper softly to me. Erika Ch. 01 “That’s a good girl, but you need to suck harder on momma’s nipple.” She whispered, and then I would. Then while Elaine continued caressing my hair with her left hand, she moved her right hand to my nipple and began to play with it, while intermittently squeezing and releasing it. The contrast between the different feelings I was experiencing was heavenly. I was in ecstasy, as I lay against her chest nursing and squeezing her nipple, while she did the same thing to mine, but I felt that I still wanted more. “Harder.” I whispered to her barely above her humming, in a voice that clearly expressed my growing need. “I’m sorry baby, do you want momma to do something for you?” She replied, in an almost demure tone. I closed my eyes and felt another shudder move through my entire body. “Pinch my nipple harder.” “I’m sorry baby; you’ll need to tell momma exactly what you want her to do for you.” Elaine whispered once again. I parted my legs and moved Elaine’s right leg in between mine and I slowly began to stimulate myself against her. I was terribly wet now and I felt so close to a climax, but I knew there was still a little ways to go. I desperately wanted to cum in this woman’s arms. Elaine continued to caress my hair and play with my nipple, while she hummed some sweet child’s lullaby that seemed vaguely familiar to me, yet I could not place the tune. As she did, I continued to grind my pussy harder against her leg and I could finally feel her begin to apply some pressure below where I needed it the most. I was almost there, as I felt myself slowly begin to lose control. “Momma, I need you to squeeze your baby’s nipple harder. Your baby needs to cum - right now.” I said, but this time with far greater urgency resonating in my voice. Elaine finally began to apply more pressure to my nipple and little-by-little I had her apply the full amount of pressure that I needed at that moment and that was when the floodgates finally opened wide and the first spasm tore through my body. As soon as Elaine sensed I was coming she increased the pressure of her leg against my pussy and started to pinch my already contented nipple even harder. The combination of both actions in concert at different areas of my body started my second orgasm, which felt even more powerful than the first one. As the second orgasm continued coursing through my body I felt like I was a million miles away. Then Elaine released the tight grip she had on my nipple and reached down and found my engorged clit and squeezed it tightly. Under most circumstances I would have killed someone who did that to my clit, but this was definitely not one of those circumstances. The intense feelings that seemed to engulf all of those nerve endings started a third orgasm ripping through me. My body seemed to collapse under the sheer joy of what I was now experiencing, but Elaine was not done with me yet. About this time I had no idea what planet I was on and it was effortless for her to slide out from under me and she did so with the quickness and stealth of a cat. In an instant her mouth was now covering my dripping pussy, as she began sucking on my increasingly sensitive clit. A part of me wanted to push her way, but when I looked down and saw that sexy woman lapping away, I exploded for the fourth time, but this time my entire body began to convulse. If Elaine was too preoccupied eating me to realize I was cumming again, then using both hands to slam her head into my pussy was a dead give away. She immediately plunged her tongue as far into my pussy as it would go and I instinctively wrapped my legs around her head and pulled her into me as hard as I could. At that moment I knew that she had gotten her tongue farther inside me than anyone else before her and the intensity of my orgasm was the prize. As good as it all felt, my pussy was now on fire and it was in dire need of a break. I pulled my legs up straight over my shoulders as far as I could and grabbed the backs of my thighs with my hands for support. The whole gyration startled Elaine and she looked up and peeked at me between my raised thighs with the most quizzical expression on her face. I was able to finally catch my breath and my eyes locked on hers. “Momma . . . I want you to lick your baby’s ass and stick your tongue in as far as it can go.” I didn’t hear her response and I don’t even know if she did respond. All I know for certain was that I began to feel her shower my little back door with kisses for several minutes before she worked her tongue deep inside and started to massage me with it. I took a deep breath when I felt her enter for the first time. I love it when someone licks my ass, but unfortunately it’s not something that many women will do without some coaxing. I was delighted that Elaine seemed to relish it as much as she did. Before long she fell into a comfort zone, where she was thrusting her tongue deep inside me and then playing with me on the inside, as she used her tongue to lovingly caress the walls on the way in as well as on the way out. It felt incredibly erotic and just as I began to come back down to earth my eyes opened wide and I realized that Elaine had inserted two fingers into my pussy which had almost swollen shut. Initially the pain was fairly intense, but she moved gently and coordinated the movement of her tongue with that of her fingers. I could not have imagined that I could have taken any more activity down there, but gradually the pain subsided and after several glorious minutes I actually felt myself getting close to yet another orgasm – number five. For me that would be a new record. Elaine was behaving like a sex partner that had known my body for years. She seemed to sense that I was getting close about the same time I did and she increased her movement in my ass as well as in my pussy. The rhythmic motion felt wonderful and once the extreme sensitivity subsided I wanted desperately to cum one last time. “Oh yes momma, harder. Please make your baby cum.” But even as I uttered those words I could not believe they were coming from my own mouth. Five minutes ago the idea of one more orgasm this morning would have made me faint, but now it felt perfectly natural. Elaine immediately responded and she increased her intensity in each opening. As I drew closer to a climax, I watched Elaine between my raised thighs as she was tireless licking my ass. The entire scenario, along with the intensity of everything I was presently experiencing, finally pushed me over the edge and I came again. It wasn’t the most intense one thus far or the best one, but it felt just as welcome as if it had been. As my breathing gradually slowed, I realized I was absolutely spent. I collapsed on the bed and my arms and legs fell to the sides like I was a rag doll. I tried to talk, but I was unable to say a word. Elaine crawled up next to me and kissed me on my lips, which were now nearly parched. She could sense that I couldn’t speak. “It’s alright baby, just relax.” I tried to respond, but she moved her index finger to my lips. “Shhh; I wanted to make love to you the first time. If we ever do it again, the next time can be your turn.” After several minutes I finally managed to just say something. “That was absolutely wonderful.” She smiled at me and kissed me again, though this time I was able to muster enough strength to kiss her back. “Can I ask you a personal question?” I said, through my labored breaths. She smiled and nodded, as she leaned on one arm while she used her free arm to gently caress my nipples. “I’m really impressed with the immaculate condition of your home. Do you think you might be interested in taking a job working for me and my father as a housekeeper and quasi-cook? The job would pay fifteen dollars an hour and we’d be entirely flexible with the schedule, but the house is rather large.” Elaine’s eyes suddenly lit up and she was unable to conceal the excitement on her face. She had never run into anyone before who thought she was worth that kind of money and the boost to her self-esteem was evident. “That sounds simply wonderful. I would love it.” She said, but as quickly as the words left her mouth a look of concern seemed to sweep across her face. I was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude. “What is it Elaine, is the money insufficient?” She looked at me for an instant and then looked away, as she seemed to grow contemplative. Another minute went by and she finally returned her gaze to me. “If I take the job, could we . . . ” She said, as her words started to trail off quietly. I waited another minute and I could see that she was struggling with some sort of internal issue that I could not possibly understand. “Please, continue; what is it that concerns you?” She looked up and made eye contact with me once again. “If I take the job, would we still be able to make love like this?” For an instant I wasn’t sure whether she was pulling my leg or whether she was serious. I learned that Americans were always quick with a joke and I still hadn’t developed the ability to discern the difference. I stared at her for a moment waiting to see whether her smile would eventually give her away. When it didn’t, I began to sense that this was a genuine concern. I used my hand to bring her face closer to mine so that I could kiss her lips. When we broke the kiss I smiled at her. “With the way you lick my ass, it’s not only acceptable, it would be an absolute requirement.” Then she smiled at me and I knew that I had found my housekeeper. ________ If you enjoyed the story please remember to vote. Of course, FIVES are always appreciated. Erika Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Returning "Mmmmmm" was all he could saw as she brought her up with one hand under her jaw. He pulled her close and squeezed her ass as he kissed her abused, smiling mouth. She melted into his arms letting him hold her weight and sank her soft flesh into his chest. The power had been transferred and he knew it. Something clicked inside him and his fingers dug into the softness of her fat ass. He leaned in and kissed her neck a little roughly and then backed off, gently kissing before he sank his teeth in. She gasped and shivered against him, clinging to his shoulders as her eyes glazed over. A vampire fetish run amuck intertwined with a touch of masochism made her beg to be bitten when he fucked her, but he usually saved it for moments of domination. Now it was with relish, this was going to leave a deep mark. She breathed again when he released her skin and somewhat reluctantly leaned back so he could suck on her horribly sensitive nipples. She convulsed with the contact and moaned when he sucked hard, two fingers gently caressing the teeth marks on the side of her neck. His hands were caressing her soft stomach and down the front of her half unzipped pants. "Slut" he mumbled around her nipple, as his fingers passed the belt line she had unbuttoned herself. "I was horny." She breathed heavily and then sighed as he bit her nipple. "and now?" "dripping." Was all she could get out "does it hurt?" "fuck me... please... please" she begged between sighs, still fingering her fresh teeth-marks. Torturing her a little bit more his fingers slipped between the wet lips of her pussie and slipped sloppily inside. Her neat little cunt opened to his fingers and sucked at them coating them to the knuckle in her musky lubricant. He could almost smell her and could certainly feel her knees buckling from underneath her. Taking pity, he led her to the couch with his mouth on hers, teasingly, and two fingers inside her, insistently. He positioned her in front of the couch and walked behind her. One hand up to her still exposed breasts, and the other on her stomach after he moved her hair over one shoulder. Gripping her stomach and kissing her mark, his fingers pressed in as they slid down her panties and fingered her again. This time he could hear her wetness and had to pull down her shorts and rub his hot cock against her bare backside. She pulled her neck away and slowly bent over in front of him and pressed her ass into him. He released her breasts and let them hang heavily in front of her as she dipped her lower back, rounding her ass and slightly spreading her fat cheeks. The hand in her cunt slid out wetly and to her hip as he rubbed his saliva covered cock up and down that sweet, bare ass crack, alternately pressing softly at the entrance to her soaking cunt and tight asshole as it passed. Her knuckles turned from light brown to white as she gripped the back of the couch and dug her teeth into her bottom lip. At each pressure she pushed back longingly, just wanting him inside. She stared over her left shoulder at the glass cabinets, gazing into the reflection of her bent over, with fat hanging tits, pulled lewdly out of her top and her shorts and panties still lingering around her flexing thighs. "Take off your shirt." She said with a voyeuristic lust in her voice. He pulled it over his head obediently and then grinned as he looked into her face, in the glass, and smacked her ass possessively. She leaned back into the smack and directly into the throbbing cock behind her, groaning impatiently as pressed her backside against it. "Please please please..." the words came out as one as she dipped her lower back even further, spreading her cheeks and flashing her soaked, shaved pussie up at him. He refused again and pushed four fingers from two hands inside: two in her cunt, two up her ass. The two in her pussie worked her G spot madly and alternately slowed down to pull in and out sensuously while the two in her ass dragged steadily in and out. She gasped and snapped her hips back for more stimulation but didn't undulate them, she just pushed her ass out and flexed her thighs in intense stimulation. The natural lube covering the fingers working her asshole began to rub off so he pushed them in deep one last time before pausing in her pussie and then pulling them out slowly, feeling her ass sucking at his hand and finally the rough wet texture of her asshole outside. He watched it close slowly as his fingers began to massage her G spot again making her cry out and thrust back at his hands. She gasped and reeled as he pulled his fingers from her suddenly but bit her lip and shivered as they were replaced with a cock teasing her clit and pussie. Her wet cunt grabbed his cock and she jammed herself back on it with a loud smack catching him by surprise. His hands grasped her hips and he concentrated on her rippling backside, captivated with the movement. Thinking about everything but her sweating, dripping ass, and the wet smack sounds issuing from their union, and most of all, the panting moans poring from the lips of his noisy lover. He caressed her back and squeezed her breasts and ass, making it as sensuous an experience as he could. Slowing her thrusting hips with steady hands and strong arms, pressing firmly with his hands, and sliding them wetly across her body. She wasn't looking into the glass anymore, she wasn't looking at anything, her face was screwed up and her twenty year-old face wrinkled as she approached orgasm. She was determined not to let him slow her anymore and started thrusting back against his grip on her hips. No he commanded silently as his hand moved up to collect her hair in his hand and then tightened into a fist and pulled steadily back, slowing her forcefully. Slow hard thrusts punctuated with sharp jabs and the resounding slap of his hips on hers. With each fast thrust she moaned appreciatively and thrust back as much as the fist of her hair would allow her. His eyes narrowed and the hand on her hip tightened its grip and he started freely fucking her. Her breath stated to wear ragged and she seized one breast and pulled the nipple out roughly groaning steadily now. He let her hair go and grasped her hips violently, meeting her every thrust creating a loud smack on impact. Her love handles undulated and her whole body shook as she struggled toward climax. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and hers were long screwed shut. The panting and groaning grew louder and louder until it suddenly stopped and he felt the tight muscles of her swollen cunt contracted sharply around him. Tight contractions wrapped his member and he slowed the fucking to a snail's pace, pressing deeply into her at each stroke. It was hard to concentrate, he couldn't hold back any longer and the tight smoothness of her soaked cunt squeezed him rhythmically and he climbed quickly towards his own climax. She lurched forward and off of him, and leaned breathlessly against the couch, her knees on the cushions now. "Stop, it's too much." She sighed breathless and over-stimulated, "come here." She said as she turned, laying on the couch and pulling him on top of her. She kissed him wetly and kicked off her shorts and panties and wrapped her strong thighs around him. Her arms clutched his shoulders and she ground mount into him. "thanks" she breathed. "love you too." He said into her neck as he kissed her teeth marks softly. To be continued again...