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This second part answers the question of how Chrissy began her quest
of conquering and dominating busty, mature women and turning them
into her sex slaves. Her first conquest: Her Calculus teacher, Mrs.
Dalton)...
Chrissy is so pissed she can spit nails! She paces her bedroom like a
caged tigress, staring over and over again at her latest Calculus
exam: C-! Her dad will go ballistic when he sees this; he'll probably
demand the keys to Chrissy's new Alero, and maybe even ground her
until her grades improve. A strict diciplinarian, Ramon Martinez is
Mexican immigrant who has "made good"; both he and his wife Sylvia
had come to the U.S. with $100 between them and very limited English
skills; through 18- hour days and some serious penny-pinching,
they've built the most successful janitorial business in the region
in just five years time. They expect the best of their five children,
and though they did spoil the kids somewhat, they still expect them
all to excel in their studies and one day surpass their parents'
achievements.
Ramon Jr, Antonio, and Nadia have graduated with
straight As from the U of Washington, and help run the highly-
successful Martinez Janitorial and Supply; Roberto is in his junior
year and well on the way to following in his siblings' footsteps.
Christina (Chrissy) is the youngest, and the most spoiled, and though
her dad gives her much more lee-way as the "baby" of the family, he
will have no problem stripping her of some of her privileges if her
grades deviate an iota from the A's he is used to seeing on her grade
reports. The willful young latina is not having that!! She stalks
over to her closet and pulls-off her sweat suit. She selects an Allen
Iverson jersey and a pair of baggy jeans, but before putting them on,
she pulls-out a long wooden box hidden in the back of her closet. She
digs through an assortment of butt-plugs, anal beads, vibrators, and
strapon-dildos, and selecting one of the strap-ons, a 10" long, thick
rubber dong made of heavy-duty rubber, straps it around her slender
middle.
As she does, she remembers how she had butt-fucked her mother
to a multiple orgasms the night before (Sylvia Martinez is a typical
Latin beauty, and quite well-stacked for a 43 yr old mother of five-
more on that later!) while her dad slept soundly in the next room,
courtesy of some sleeping pills dropped into his brandy. She has
developed quite a taste for mature women with big breasts and big
butts (not overweight, but voluptuously-curved), and plowing those
butts was her way of establishing dominance. A pair of clogs complete
her outfit, and Chrissy heads over to her teacher, Mrs. Walton's
house, determined to fuck her into changing that Calculus grade, if
necessary....
SYLVIA MARTINEZ
Fresh from her shower , Chrissy's mom is putting on her lingerie in
preparation for her husband's arrival from the office. She has two
hours before he arrives, and so she isn't rushed, but needs to get
started on dinner soon. As she bends slightly to attach a garter-
clasp, she grimaces at the deep, sluggish pain the movement awakens
in her rectum; her baby girl has been especially rough with her
lately, and after seven days of non-stop anal sex, her poor rear-end
is raw and very sore, courtesy of Chrissy's large collection
of "toys". Sylvia had been a virgin back there until a week ago, and
she is very conflicted about having sex of any kind with her own
child, but the utter forbidden aspect of the act; the depravity of
it, is what shames her most.
She knows it is too late to put an end
to the "affair"; despite betraying her dear Ramon, despite the simple
fact that it is WRONG to have sexual relations with the child she has
carried and birthed; she also knows, deep inside, that she has
developed a craving for the lewd act, that she hungers for the deep,
hard, pounding penetration of her most intimate orifice, more than
she has ever craved the big, hard cock of her beloved husband. She
attaches the remaining, three garters, then straightens-up to view
her reflection in the full-length mirror: her lustrous black hair,
free of any hint of gray, cascades past her shoulders to the middle
of her back.
Her cheekbones are high and prominent, and there are
just the hint of the beginning of "crow's feet" at the edges of her
dark brown eyes. Her breasts are, in a word, ENORMOUS; though he
continues to deny it, after 22 years of marriage, Sylvia has no
doubts that part of the reason Ramon married her is her 48F bra size
(she was a 44E as a new bride) and her large, well-shaped rear end.
After five children, she weighs only 145 pounds, and has worked hard
to maintain that weight. Ramon loves to show her off, and rightly
so.Her massive jugs are capped by dark, purplish-brown areola the
size of coffee-cup saucers and two inch long nipples; she can see why
Chrissy can't seem to get enough of them.
She is proud that after
suckling five infants, she can detect only the slightest hint of sag.
Many of the other mothers she knows have long succumbed to the
effects of gravity; she is glad of her "good genes". She grins
ruefully at the faint teeth marks and the large, reddish-
purple "hickies" on each nipple, the results of her youngest child's
voracious appetite for her big titties. If Ramon wants sex tonight,
she will have to figure-out a way to keep her bra on. Her big behind,
framed by the straps of her black garter-belt, is milky-white and
cellulite-free, and still bouncy and firm. While Ramon is coffee-and-
creamed colored, Sylvia is lighter-skinned than some Caucasians, a
legacy of her Spanish origins. She rouses herself from her musings
and finishes dressing: wrestling her impossibly-large breasts into a
matching black lace bra, and stepping into a wispy thong of the same
color; she feels deliciously naughty as she moves into the bedroom
she shares with Ramon to put on her dress and shoes.
MRS. BETTY DALTON
Betty Dalton is searching for a dress to wear to her husband Mike's
celebration dinner at an exclusive downtown restaurant; he's been
promoted to Regional Sales Manager, that same morning, and had called
Betty at school to give her the good news. The dress had to be
tasteful, but not too staid, and she finds what she's looking for
just as she hears a slightly-accented voice call-out loudly from the
living room:
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, BITCH?"(After driving to her teacher's
street, Chrissy parks a block away and arrives at the Dalton's
backdoor after by navigating through a few of their neighbors
backyards. She uses a lock-pick her "bad" cousin Maura had given her
(Maura is quite adept at both picking locks and using a strapon-
you'll have to wait until part iii to see what I mean!) to gain
entrance to the house's interior. She listens for movement, then
quietly cracks-open the door leading to the two car garage to her
left: there is only one car parked in there, her teacher's 4Runner,
so Chrissy will have complete privacy to carry out her plan. She
creeps to through the kitchen and into the living room, where she
calls-out in a loud voice...) "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, BITCH?"
Betty Dalton is wearing her "special" lingerie to reward Mike for his
promotion: lace bra, french cut panties, garterbelt, stockings, and
two inch pumps, all fire-engine red, except the shoes. A 39 year old
mother of three, Betty Dalton is a stunning vision in the exotic
underwear: she wears a 42DD bra, and though she will win no prizes
as "Most Fit, USA", she has very little extra body fat. Her waist is
30", her hips and butt 40", a result of two days a week in their home
gym (this to ward-off any penchant Mike might have to look for
a "trophy wife" as he nears his fifties). She is a bit self-conscious
of her abundant curves, but Mike seems very satisfied, though lately,
his campaign for this promotion has left little time for intimacy.
While three times a week had been their norm, they haven't "done it"
in two weeks, after Mike's angling for the new position really picked-
up steam.
Betty isn't worried; things will return to normal once the
dust settles. She's shocked out of her reverie by the loud yell from
downstairs. She hurries across the room and out the door, big breasts
jogging heavily in their bra cups, and stops at the top of the
stairs. What she sees shocks the daylights out of her:Christina
Martinez, one her students, is somehow in her home, dressed in that
distasteful (to Betty) "hip-hop" style young people seem to be
obsessed with. Betty starts down the stairs, forgetting that she's
dressed only in her underwear. "What do you think you are doing,
young lady?" she demands, getting angry. "How did you get in here?
Your parents are not going to be happy when I call them about this"
she rants on, striding-up to Chrissy, pointing a manicured finger in
the young latina's face. Chrissy eyes the sexy bitch coming toward
her with lustful eyes; she couldn't have orchestrated this any better
if she'd sketched it out herself. She is gonna fuck the SHIT out of
this big-titted bitch!Chrissy waits until she is within a foot of
where she is standing before going into action: She stuns the out-
raged teacher with a hard, round-house slap with her right hand, then
repeats the blow with her left. Staggered, Betty cries out and lifts
her hands to protect her face. Chrissy steps-out of her shoes and
delivers a perfectly-placed kick to the blonde woman's soft belly,
doubling her over.
"Ooooof!" The math teacher stumbles in her high heels, stunned by the
suddenness and viciousness of the attack. She falls to her knees,
tears steaming down her face and streaking her make-up.
"Please, Christina!" she begs holding out her hands, "Please stop
hitting me!" she wheezes.
"I'll say this once, bitch" Chrissy replies coldly. "You WILL change
that grade to an "A", and you will do it tomorrow. If you don't, I
will beat your white ass to a pulp and then fuck you; if you do, I'll
just fuck you"
Gasping for breath, the huge-titted teacher glances around wildly for
some way to escape; her eyes fall on the telephone a few feet away.
Chrissy is way ahead of her. Moving forward, she rains open-handed
slaps on the defenseless educator's face, neck, and head until she
screams for mercy.
"I'LL DO IT!" she sobs, "I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT; I BEG YOU, PLEASE
DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!"
"You made me hurt my hand, slut" Chrissy tells her, unzipping her
jeans and freeing her big cock. "Now you're gonna get fucked raw. Get
those panties off and get on your fucking all fours"
The battered teacher never considers disobeying; she rips the skimpy
underwear off and cowers at Chrissy's feet. Her eyes widen at the
sight of the huge phallus-like object affixed to the beautiful
student's waist; " What in the world is that?" she wonders. She
doesn't dare speak though; she doesn't want a repeat of the past few
minutes events. She is now so afraid of another pummeling that she
will do anything to prevent another one.
"Turn the other way, dumb ass" the dominant student orders. She digs
her slims fingers between the blonde's big cheeks and spreads them
roughly-apart, exposing her wrinkled brown anal pucker. Chrissy can
tell it has never been violated: she's developed a keen eye for such
things in her recent adventures. She leans down and laps hungrily at
the virgin backdoor; Mrs. Dalton shudders, but was too afraid to
speak, lest Chrissy start beating her again.The depraved teen snacks
on the tasty morsel as if it is a gourmet delicacy, and despite
herself, the kneeling teacher is getting hot. She is shocked into
immobility at Chrissy's next words:
"WRAP YOUR ASSHOLE AROUND THIS, TEACH!!!"
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