| My Perverted Life 2 Before I begin, I must say that I'm thrilled at the reception my stories have been getting. You naughty bitches (and some of you guys) have made me feel very welcome, thank you from the bottom of my naughty little heart. I hope you won't mind if my stories aren't chronological, I'm going to tell them as they occur to me. I had a random thought the other day. I was talking with an acquaintance and she asked me if I'd ever been in love. It's funny how many times I get asked that question. People assume that because I'm promiscuous (I prefer to think of myself as a free spirit) or a lesbian (although as you know, I'm bi but I prefer women) that I can't love. How stupid, although I know this person didn't mean to insult me. Of course I can love. I love my girls, I thought I loved their father and I love my parents, even though my traditional Korean family would die if they knew what their daughter gets up to. I love my friends dearly and had my heart broken by one friend. I realized I had fallen in love with her over the years of our friendship and hoped we could have some kind of future together. I knew she was bi-sexual and found me attractive, so why not try? Diana told me it would never happen, she couldn't get past the 15-year-age difference. She ripped me apart and it's a hurt I'll never get over. We haven't spoken since. That kind of wound never heals, you simply learn to live with the pain and push past it. I live my life by my own rules and have few regrets. Anyone who says they have no regrets is a liar. I've hurt some people I cared about and I've been hurt. There are 3 women that I love and am in love with to this day. They are all aware of each other and two of them have met. All 3 women know monogamy is not in my nature and understand me fully. I'm going to tell you the story about one of these ladies and I hope you'll find it interesting. It happened shortly after I opened my bookstore. I sell a lot of erotic books and still can't keep up with the demand. During my second year of business, I was talking to one of my clients and she suggested I make a trip to Sweden. "They're the most sexually liberal peoples I've ever met and they have a lot of erotic literature and books full of erotic photographs," She told me. "You should go over there, check out the books, perhaps you can make a deal with some distributors and as it's a business expense, you can write it off. You'll have a vacation at the same time," Colleen told me. I gave her a large discount on her purchases and I told her we'd get together for dinner soon. Colleen was married but I was fairly sure she was curious. I aimed to satisfy her curiosity soon, as I found her long-legged, auburn-haired, smiling faced body a total turn-on. I talked things over with my accountant (who claimed to be straight and yet she still to this day buys the nastiest lesbian fiction that I stock) and she assured me that business was good enough that a trip like that was easily within budget. That left the girls to worry about, but my Uhm-ma and Ap-ba (that's how I say mother and father folks) were more than happy to babysit. I knew the girls would get spoiled rotten so I booked myself a trip to Sweden. Hot blondes, a paid vacation and kinky books, it was all win-win. I really needed a holiday and the timing was perfect. It was our slow time and I had not yet hired Iryna, I had only a part-time clerk named Mandy. I told her to open the store from 1 – 5 PM daily and stay later only if necessary. I know the little pixie had a huge crush on me, so I kissed her and told her that if she did a very good job, she'd get a bonus. Mandy practically squealed when I said "And there might even be some cash involved." I winked at her as I left. I had never been on a holiday before that day and certainly not to someplace as sexy as Sweden. I sure hoped the Swedes found me sexy, because I really wanted to find some hot little blonde to get it on with. As my luck would have it, it didn't take me long to find her. I discovered that they had overbooked the flight, but only some of the cheaper seats. A "lottery" was held and I was one of the lucky winners. I was being upgraded to First Class. What a great way to start my business trip-vacation. It got even better when I was seated next to the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen. She made my heart go pit-a-pat from the very first second. You could have gotten lost in the blue sea that were her eyes. Her hair was as blonde as corn silk, maybe even a bit lighter and her skin was tanned and beautiful. I would have bet underneath her clothes, she had no tan lines. She had the longest legs and a beautiful smile. It was easy to tell she was a Swede and if all Swedes were this beautiful, my business trip might be turned into more of a vacation. I couldn't help but stare at her and she didn't shy away. She smiled at me and as I looked her over, I realized she couldn't be much more than sixteen, but she didn't dress like any sixteen year old I'd ever seen. She was wearing an expensive-looking jacket but she wasn't wearing a blouse underneath it, but what I saw was a very expensive piece of La Perla lingerie. It was black and gauzy and you could easily make out her breasts, which were two luscious little cupcakes. Her skirt was white and very short and she was wearing thigh-high, white leather boots that had a stiletto tip. In many ways, she appeared older than her years and were it not for her fresh-faced beauty, you would have thought she was in her early 20's. "I've caught you staring," She smiled at me. Her smile was equally flawless. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I know it's rude, but you're absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." "Thank you," She smiled once again. "I really don't mind, I'm used to being stared at. It happens all the time." I'll bet it does I thought to myself. I knew right there and then I had met the first woman I wanted to sleep with on my Swedish excursion. I just had to think of a good way to make it happen. She held out a hand that was slender and delicate. "It is nice to meet you, I am Elita. And you are ...?" "I'm Jennifer ... Jen," I told her. "You're very beautiful Jen," She smiled at me. "I have never been with an Asian woman." Whoa, this blonde beauty sure puts her cards on the table fast, I thought to myself. Not that I minded, it took some of the pressure off of me. "Would you like to be with one?" I asked her, placing my hand on hers. I knew what her answer would be before she gave it. Her beautiful face broke into a wide smile as she nodded. I hoped we could make that little arrangement happen soon. "Where are you staying, Jen?" she asked me. I told Elita that I was staying at the Hotel Nobis and she squeezed my hand and said in a delighted tone. "That is not too far from my home," she beamed. "Once you get settled in, you can call me and come to my home. We can spend the evening having sex!" She was so forward, I wasn't used to this kind of woman yet. I had a thought. "Elita, how old are you?" "I will be 17 on my next birthday, why? Does my age trouble you? I assure you that I am above the age of consent in Sweden," she said. I knew that as I had done my research and knew the age of consent in Sweden was 15. I had planned to sample some young Swedish pussy while I was there, I just had not expected it to fall in my lap. "Of course not, my lovely darling, that's not it," I assured her. "I just assumed that at your age, you still live at home with your Mom and Dad. What are they going to say about your inviting a strange woman to their home and how can we possibly have sex with them there?" "My father doesn't live with us," Elita told me. "She wanted to have a child and he was a dear friend who helped her to get pregnant. He lives in the United States, I was visiting him last week and I'm returning home now. As to my mother, I grew up in a very liberal household. I've brought girlfriends home before and she's said nothing about it," Elita smiled. I got the impression that there was something she wasn't telling me but I decided to let the matter drop for now. Elita and I talked for most of the flight and I enjoyed getting to know her. She had a presence, that's the only way you could describe it. When we landed, she held my hand and said "I hope you can be ready for this." "Ready for what?" I asked. I was about to discover what, cameras were going off, left, right and center as we made our way through Barkarby Airport. I knew the cameras weren't there for me and as Elita pushed her way through the crowds, I soon found out one of the secrets she'd been hiding from me. "Elita, why are there cameras following us everywhere?" I asked her. "Because I'm rather famous – or perhaps infamous – here in Sweden," She told me as we neared the exit of the airport and a waiting taxi cab. "Oh, what is it you do?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "At the moment, I'm Sweden's # 1 adult film actress," She smiled as she pushed me into the cab. Well, that certainly explained the wardrobe, the cameras and her easy-going attitude towards sex. "I did tell you the law of consent was 15, I started a while ago after I turned 15 and I was very popular. I've made over 60 films." I looked at her in awe. "Since you were 15? Just how old are you now?" For the first time, she had a little girl look in her eyes. "I'll be 17 in November." That was nearly 9 months away, she had fudged her age a bit to impress me. She wasn't kidding me. We got off the plane and cameras were popping everywhere. We were swarmed with people asking her if I was her new girlfriend, I'm sure my face got in at least a few newspapers there. It was kind of a lark and I wondered if anyone I knew would ever see it. Later on, I was rather glad they didn't. We managed to hail a taxi so that I could go to my Hotel and unpack. Elita insisted on paying. "I have more money than I know what to do with and my parents aren't poor either," She told me. We got to the hotel and she asked how long it would take me to unpack. I told her about 30 minutes and that I wanted to eat something as well. Elita gave the cabbie a small fistful of bills and told him to pick me up in 2 hours. From the smile on his face, he was either a huge fan of hers or she had over-tipped him. I found out later it was one from Column A and one from Column B. The Nobis was a lovely, elegant hotel and I was sure I'd enjoy my stay there. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be experiencing all of this at my age. I ordered something simple (probably a hamburger – I wasn't a seasoned traveler at this point) so that I could be ready for my trip to Elita's home. I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be returning to the hotel this evening. Elita's home was quite impressive from the outside. It appeared to be quite old but it was very well kept and there were flowers growing everywhere. I knocked on the door and when it was opened, there was a smiling, well-built blonde on the other side. I took her to be Elita's mother, but she could have been an older sister, she was that lovely. Her gown was black on beautiful, tanned skin and it was low-cut in the front. She appeared not to be wearing a bra – she didn't need one – and there was a small slit on one side. On her feet, she wore a pair of small black heels. "Ah, you are Elita's new friend, here to spend the evening with her! Come in, come in, I am her mother and my name is Elin," She told me. Her English was flawless with just the vaguest hint of a British accent. I found out later that she had studied briefly at Oxford. At first I felt a bit awkward. I was here to spend the evening in bed with her 16-year-old daughter, but then Elita scampered into the room and gave me a big kiss, all my fears were put to rest. "I'm so glad you decided to come," Elita smiled. "Although you haven't cum yet, have you?" She teased me. I was so happy to be Korean right then because I am sure I would have turned 19 shades of red had I been Caucasian. She looked delicious in a gauzy blue negligee and bedroom slippers. It was a bit disconcerting to see her wearing something so daring in front of her mother, but I wasn't on home turf. Elin chuckled and smiled at me as she wagged her finger at Elita. "You are a naughty little girl and you're embarrassing our guest. Don't worry about it Jennifer, I know all about my daughter's plans as I make it a point to know what goes on under my roof. I have no secrets from her and she has none from me, I am her manager, after all." "So you approve of her career choice?" I asked, a bit baffled. Elin poured us all some wine. "She made an informed choice and I supported her 100%. We have a fair bit of control and she makes very good money, 25% of which I let her keep, 60% of which we invest and the rest is banked. She is home schooled and far ahead of her peers and in many aspects, is a normal young lady. The fact that she is highly sexual does not surprise me, I was much like her at that age and I modeled for a time as well." Elin informed me. "I can see why, you're a very beautiful woman," I complimented her. "You must be in your mid-to-late 30's?" I asked. "What a nice thing to say," Elin smiled. "No, I am 41. I wanted a child before I turned 30 and did not expect to marry, so I asked a dear friend, one of my former photographers, if he would help. He was more than happy and he keeps in touch and adores his daughter. She is rather charming, is she not?" Elin beamed at her daughter. "She is indeed," I smiled, captivated by the sexy blonde, but equally so by her sensual mother. Had I met Elin first, I most assuredly would have tried to bed her. "I am sure you know about being young and sexual, Jennifer," Elin continued. "You are not that much older than my Elita and she said you have an aura of sex about you. Now that I have met you, I see what she meant by that," Elin smiled. She put down her wine glass and stood up. "Please enjoy our hospitality and feel free to visit as long as you like. I hope that I will see you in the morning, but I am going to bed. Both of you have a good time and I will try hard not to listen," She teased Elita. Elita smiled and re-filled my wine glass. "As much as I can't wait to get you into my bed and explore your body, I want to hear more about you. You fascinate me and I think you're the most unique, sexy woman I have ever seen." There was this vibe between the two of us that was hard to miss. I was so flattered that this beautiful, sexy young doe found me attractive but as we talked, I began wrapped up in her personality. She was totally without guile, any question I asked, she answered honestly. She lived her life completely by her own rules and it was liberating to hear about. My own life was still coming together and I marveled at how together hers already was. I told her about my book-buying trip and she offered to show me around and take me to some of the better-known shops and distributors. As she herself in several books, she could likely help me make deals by offering to make appearances or do signings. She winked and told me it certainly wouldn't hurt our chances by having two pretty girls show up together. "Now if we're going to go out shopping tomorrow, I think we should go to bed!" She smiled at me. It was only 10, but I knew that we wouldn't be sleeping for several more hours. "You may want to call the hotel and let them know you won't be returning this evening," She suggested. It was customary there, so I followed her advice and once done, she was in my arms. Her beautiful, agile little tongue did a dance in my mouth and my knees nearly gave out from under me. I had only known this blonde sweetheart one day and she already had me caught up in her spell! Elita took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. Thoughtfully, she had placed some small tea candles strategically around the room and she went around lighting them while I got out of my clothes. I had made sure to wear pretty lingerie, a red bra trimmed with black lace and a tiny thong that went with that, followed by black stockings. I felt very feminine and when she looked at me and broke into a big, wide smile, I felt proud of my body. I have never duplicated that feeling, not with any lover since. Elita took me in her arms and nuzzled my skin. "How can one girl be so beautiful?" I remember her asking me. She was so stunning I didn't believe she was asking me that question, yet she was. I had to admit that the differences in our bodies were very special and I wish we'd had a mirror or a camera to capture those moments. Neither of us rushed to get the other naked, we kissed and enjoy our play together. We weren't quiet either and I remember thinking how lucky Elita was to have such a unique parent that would allow such joy. I knew Elin could hear us, but all the sounds we were making were happy and joyous. I thought to myself that when my own girls got older, I'd let them know the noises that Mommy was making were the noises of pleasure and not to be alarmed. My eyes took in every inch of her and I wanted to know every inch of her. She slowly removed her negligee and I saw her nude for the first time. That vision is etched in my memory, I can recall every detail. I think that's when I began to fall in love. Her nipples were the darkest shade of pink I have ever seen and her breasts were so perfect that no cosmetic surgeon could ever have improved on them. Her pale hair fell about her perfect shoulders and one stray strand covered part of her left nipple. She was half sitting and her pussy was covered, but that was soon remedied as she removed the small blue panty to reveal a pussy trimmed with a small patch above, a little "vee". It glistened every-so slightly as her legs parted. Her legs, smooth and shapely, were stretched out behind her as she beckoned me into her embrace. I felt very comfortable and at home as we kissed, her gentle hands caressing and exploring me. They moved over my spine and the small of my back and I'm sure that I was shaking. I'd had a few female lovers by this point but no one like my little Swede. I could see the delight dancing in those clear blue eyes of hers, I think she took pleasure in giving pleasure. I whimpered a little because I didn't ever want this exquisite moment to end. I wanted to stay with her, here in this bed until we melted into the mattress. My lingerie was lovingly and gently removed by my new teen lover and her experience with girls, much of it gained behind the lens of a camera, became evident. I trembled at her touch, astonished somewhat that this girl, years young than myself knew so much about the wants and needs of another woman. I wondered where it had all started for her, where this beauty had started her path into a lesbian lifestyle and then I just stopped thinking and started doing. I wasn't going to let my beautiful blonde do all the work. I tasted her flesh and felt it under my fingertips, young and smooth and fresh and firm. There wasn't an inch of flab on her entire body, she had curves but they were solid. Her breathy squeals excited me, wherever I got the loudest response is where I kissed next. I loved when we tangled our tongues together, I sucked on hers and she sucked on mine. Men often don't place enough emphasis on kissing, it's one of the most erotic aspects of sex. The act itself is nice, but the build-up is the key. We had more than our share of build-up and she licked me everywhere, including my ass! I'm sensitive in most places of my body and I was shrieking with delight as Elita explored me. I had cum at least once during our play and I was pretty sure I'd heard her cum as well. Now we got down to business. Side to side, we began eating each other and probing with our fingers. I felt my body hunching against hers, the sweet spots being licked by hungry tongues. I didn't hold anything back, my actions let Elita know how I felt. I moved my tongue deeply into her pussy and swabbed it all over her cunt, I chewed on her pussy-flaps and rammed a single digit into her ass. That she really liked and howled like a wolf baying at the moon. Her orgasm set off my second and it wasn't going to be the last. My blonde angel moved away from me, spread her legs wide and ground her own cunt against mine. I had only engaged in tribadism a few times prior to that night and Elita was a master. When she made me cum again, I didn't think I could take anymore. "It sounds like you two were having fun," Elin said as she stood in the doorway of her daughter's room. She was in a gauzy nightgown now, all black and you could see her luscious body. She walked over to her daughter's bedside and kissed my new lover. I began to realize why Elin didn't object to Elita's lovers – she was one of them. Elin confirmed my suspicions by asking her daughter "Would it be alright if I joined you?" Elita nodded and pointed to me "Only if it's alright with Jennifer." Before I could give my answer, Elin told me "Yes, everything you are likely thinking is true. I was my daughter's first lover and I am a lesbian, although I love being feminine. I share a bed often with my daughter, although not always – we each need our space. When she told me about you, I think I wanted you as much as she did. So Jennifer, may I have you?" I nodded with a huge smile on my face, knowing this was to be a wonderful experience for me because of the feelings I was developing for Elita. I felt almost as if I was going to be having sex with my "mother-in-law", strange as that sounds. Elin slipped between my thighs and began to devour my cunt. She was even more skilled than Elita and ferocious with her passions. I loved the way she tenderly ate my pussy while her hands stroked my thighs. She got hotter and faster and I transferred her attentions to the pretty cunt hovering above my face. I had her ass cheeks gripped firmly in my hands while I ate her out and concentrated at the little nubbin of her clit. We all began panting and then Elita and I had a cum that nearly dislodged Elin. "Have you ever seen a mother and daughter have sex?" Elin asked me. I responded in the affirmative and told her about Jessa and Ashley. They loved hearing the story because I was quite graphic when I told it. When mother and daughter rolled into each other's arms, I watched the erotic sight in front of me and had a mini-cum while doing so. Then they broke apart and my soft Elita spread her mother's legs for my inspection. A perfect, pink pussy and then I got a close-up view as I buried my face in the more-mature cunt. Their tastes were very different but both yummy! We were inexhaustible and the sun was rising by the time we finally stopped. Elin insisted on making us a hearty breakfast and she was equally vigilant in insisting Elita and I both march upstairs and have some sleep. "You two are not marching around the streets of Stockholm half-exhausted," Elin told us. "March upstairs!" I fell asleep with Elita in my arms. We spent every day together and she had been right about her being with me getting me some great deals. When it was time for me to return home, she was inconsolable. "Couldn't you please, please move here?" Elita sobbed. "I have more than enough money and mother already thinks of you as a second daughter." I remembered the previous evening with my new lovers and knew it was true. "I can't, my darling," I hugged her close. "I have my life there and you have your life here. Your friends and family need you here – can you come and visit me?" "I can," She brightened. "In between films, I'll come and visit. You and I won't get out of bed!" Elita giggled. I went home feeling a little blue and hoped I'd see her again. My heart literally ached I missed her so much that first week back, I was sullen and my friends noticed. That Sunday my phone rang and it was her. "I start a new film next month," Elita bubbled over. "It's a big one, the biggest I've ever done. I finish it 3 months and I get a big pay for it. Mum says I can come and visit Daddy for a few days when I'm finished and then spend time with you. Is that okay?" I did mental calculations and realized it would be close to November and my birthday. When I told her how thrilled I was by that, she promised to bring me something special. We talked every week after that and hearing the phone ring late a night always made my pulse race. I had found my soul-mate on that Swedish vacation so many years ago. Elita is still part of my life and I hear from her every month and she visits as often as she can. Her mother is nearing 60 but stunning as ever, or she was last year when I flew to Stockholm for my bi-annual trip. My goddaughter is almost 14 and I am sure she will be brought up with the same kind of love Elin imparted to her daughter and I share with my own daughters. For it truly is love that makes the world go around. |