Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2004 13:29:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Patty Parker <buxom_lesbian_slutmom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chrissy Martinez, Latina Stud 4
Chrissy Martinez, Latina Stud #4
by lesbian_slutmom
new email: buxom_lesbian_slutmom1@yahoo.com
FF/Lesbian/Authoritarian(Nonconsent)/Incest/Anal/Oral
A smile lit Chrissy's beautiful face as she entered her bedroom and
noticed her mom reclining on her bed, dressed in her sexiest lingerie.
"Hola, Mamita" she greets her, walking towards the bed. "Did you wait
up to give me a kiss goodnight? How sweet"
"You know perfectly well why I'm here, you little devil" Sylvia
retorts in a low voice.
Chrissy closes and locks her door, then saunters slowly over to her mom.
"We shouldn't be doing this, mama" the young woman teases.
"Now you tell me!" Sylvia leans forward, full lips pursed for a kiss.
The buss is hot and passionate.
Chrissy's searching tongue, nipping teeth, and moist, warm lips take
Sylvia's breath away. Her
daughter's fingers are busy at the thin ribbon tying her negligee
together, and as the filmy material
parts those knowing hands cup and heft her heavy, watermelon-sized jugs;
she shivers as the girl's
fingertips flick at her hard, rubbery nipples.
Chrissy licks between the deep valley of her mother's cleavage before
clamping her lips over the
stiff, thickened teat, nursing hungrily. She moves from one to the other,
sharp teeth gently nipping, soft lips greedily sucking. She kisses her
way down her mother's bountiful curves, pausing to tease the
tiny depression of her navel before tasting the juices saturating the
damp curls of her pubic mound.
She flattens her tongue and drags it across Sylvia's dark pink,
quivering clitty. The wanton mother trembles with desire and raw need.
One day she will ask Chrissy how she became so expert at orally
pleasuring a woman. The girl's dancing tongue scoops some of the sweet
nectar flowing so copiously from the writhing, squirming woman's
throbbing cunt. The younger woman reaches up, stroking and rolling her
mom's long nipples between her fingers as she feasts at her feminine
core.
One, then another tiny orgasm wet the sheets as Sylvia`s over-heated
twat releases some of her sweet female juices. She tastes the salty
secretions on her daughter's lips and tongue as their lips meet in
another long, lip-smacking kiss.
The depraved latina unfastens her jeans and shucks them down and off
after removing her shoes, and Sylvia's eyes lock on the formidable
rubber dick jutting from her groin. The move into a new position:
The mother seated on the edge of the bed, with the daughter standing in
front of her.
"Suck my cock, Mami" she orders huskily, reaching down and gently
prying her mother's full, red
lips apart and slipping the bulbous tip of her fake phallus between them.
The voluptuous mother opens
her mouth as wide as she can, submissively accepting the throat-clogging
weapon into her gullet.
She immediately tastes the remnants of anal and vaginal secretions on the
cock's surface, either her own or another woman's; instead of repulsing
her, she is incredibly turned on by this knowledge!!
Faint red streaks from her lipstick stain the dildo's surface as Sylvia
allows Chrissy to fuck her
mouth, using it like a cunt. As she fellates the latex dong, Sylvia uses
a couple of fingers to tease Chrissy's upright, un-hooded clit through
the opening at the bottom of the leather dildo harness.
Her digits immediately become wet from the sticky liquid seeping from
the younger woman's
steamy cunt.
She spends a few more minutes on her oral worship, then Chrissy orders
her onto Her hands and knees. Her beautiful, patrician face is slightly
reddened from her cock-sucking efforts, and her
lustrous dark hair is in some disarray. She spreads her lovely,
stocking-ed thighs as her daughter's cock slides smoothly and easily
into her wet cunt. Chrissy spends only a few minutes in her mom's
pussy; its mainly for lubrication that she even bothers with it at all:
her ultimate target, as always, is Sylvia's ass^Åshe whispers in her
mother's ear, and the horny, massively-endowed beauty nods in the
affirmative.
Panting heavily, Sylvia does as she's told, reaching back to pull her
sweaty, pillowy bottom-cheeks apart, revealing her dark, puckered anal
orifice to her youngest girl-child. She concentrates on relaxing her
sphincter as Chrissy's vaseline-coated fingers probe, then enter her
most forbidden opening. The tight ring of muscles sting and burn a
little, stretching and loosening around the questing digits. Chrissy
takes extra time to make sure her mother's rectum is thoroughly loose
and lubricated; though their encounters can never be described as gentle,
she is much rougher on her other "victims" than on the woman who gave
her life.
Once she is ready, she moves into position, takes careful aim, and plows
past the greasy, lewdly-throbbing anal pucker and into the dark, humid
tunnel of her mom's asshole. "OOOOO" Sylvia hisses, as the massive
dildo "bottoms-out" in the pit of her shitty depths. After a few
moments pause, Chrissy begins a slow, deliberate thrusting; her purpose
is to make sure the asshole she is fucking is good and loose before she
really starts pounding it.
The discomfort has faded to a dull ache, and tiny shards of pleasure are
knifing through the cock-stuffed mother of four. How much lower will you
sink? Comes the nagging whisper, but the yearning in her body, as
always, over-comes the weak objection.
Now the thick monster is sliding in and out of her loosened rear-end with
no resistance. Her rubbery ass-opening clasps around the veiny shaft,
sucking at it like a tiny mouth. Her massive breasts bounce beneath her
and her lush ass wobbles like big bowls of pale jello as Chrissy
increases her pace.
Mrs. Dalton
Betty Dalton arrives at the restaurant late and much the worse for wear,
though one would not be able to tell on the outside. Her face is not as
marked as she thought from the beating Chrissy gave her. Some creative
work with her high-priced cosmetics cover the faint red marks easily, and
the other bumps and bruises are covered by her clothing.
Her spouse has been drinking a bit and so he isn't as put-out as he
normally would be, and she doesn't even have to give an excuse. She
doesn't sit the whole evening; her rectum feels loose and hot, and is
so raw and sore that she doesn't dare put any weight on it. She manages
to be the charming, dutiful wife she's expected to be, though she
can't stop thinking about the horrible, violent anal-rape she endured by
the she-devil, Chrissy Martinez. She hasn't decided if she will change
the grade as ordered.
She is a grown woman, and the little rapist has no right to give her
orders, anyway. By the time she gets her drunk husband home and wrestles
him into bed, she has decided that she will not, repeat
NOT, be intimidated by a high school student who thinks she can boss her
around.
The phone rings. It's after midnight; who can that be at this hour, she
wonders. "Hello"
"Hey, bitch" the female voice on the other end greets her cordially.
"Just a reminder; if you don't go through with that "thing", as
agreed to, the next time your "visitor" won't be alone"
"W-W-Who i-i-is this?" the teacher asks in a quavering voice.
"Look out the window"
Betty peeks out the window: there is a dark figure, hidden in the shadow
of a tree, wearing a hooded
sweatshirt so that her face can't be seen. "Remember what I said", the
slightly-accented voice tells her.
"And don't bother reporting this call to the police; this is a
throw-away cell phone, untraceable. If I do find-out you called the cops,
I will fucking kill you myself. Oh, by the way, this is not Chrissy; I'm
a close friend, very close. So watch it, Titty-Woman. `Cause I'll be
watching you"
The line goes dead, and Betty hangs up the phone on her end. Is there no
end to this nightmare, she wonders despairingly. Well, her plans of
standing-up to Chrissy are down the drain, now. She has no choice but to
do as she's told.
She dresses for bed and lies nest to her snoring husband, but gets very
little sleep that night.
Chapter 5 in a few weeks