The Troublemaker Returns
by Pygmalion



I'm sitting here with Daphnee because she has something to report to us.

Pygmalion informs me that you heard about my little run in with Savannah's mom
Georgia. Let me just go on record as to saying yes I do have the hots for her.
I can't tell you how excited I was to get a crack at her like I did this past
summer.

At first I didn't understand what was going on but once she took her robe off
I had this odd jilt that at the time I couldn't explain, but as our little
altercation went on that unknown jilt began to take shape and by the time it
was over I knew and understood what was happening. She's no typical looking 40
something. She has the kind of body that any girl at any age would sell her
soul for.

Well some of us would want to be smaller because she's quite thick boned. To
be honest with you I'm pretty surprised myself that I so easily dominated her.
Some scrawny teenager barely of legal age dominating a mythological goddess.

That's pretty much how I figured it looked. It not only had to be surprising
but humiliating for her. Especially when considering her 20 year old daughter
and a few of her devout admirer's were watching. Just think her 20 year old
daughter is 2 years older than I am.

Okay Daphnee we know this already. Do you have something new for us?

Do I ever. About a month ago Georgia shows up at my house. It was during the
late morning so all the kids were in school and people were at work. With that
in mind I'm willing to bet no one seen her come over.

What I was surprised about was here we are in the dead of winter and she shows
up at my house dressed like its summer. I didn't hesitate but let her in and
locked the door. I leaned against the door facing her and looked up at her.

Normally she's just a foot taller, but she's wearing 3" inch heels. I quickly
surveyed her attire. She was wearing a light blue buttoned up summer type of
blouse. You know the sleeveless kind that shows off her amazing biceps.

Oh God! Her biceps are something else let me tell you. Female Athletes would
be envious of them. They are so toned and cut just right. The bottom of her
blouse wasn't buttoned. The tails were tied together above her gorgeous abs. I
have never seen such fine abs before not even on a fitness model.

Her abs are the work of a dilignet bricklayer as well as the fine work of a
refinisher. You ever seen those brick walls with the yellowish glossy paint?
That's what I mean.

You can see a strong six pack but its smoothed over by her creamy flesh so
that it doesn't look rigid and masculine. This brings me to her creamy soft
vanilla complexion. looking at her is enough to make somone that is lactose
intolerant crave vanilla ice cream.

She wears her make up well also. Its not thick or light but just right. I'm
telling you this because just to say that she's pretty and let it go with that
wouldn't be doing her justice.

The top two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as well and ignoring her
ample cleavage was impossible. Her boobs looked like they were ready to bust
out of her blouse. I wondered if she was wearing a bra underneath.

The same can be said for her short white tennis shorts that were cut high up
on her thigh displaying her long shapely legs that seemingly went on forever.
Except for them I was wondering if she were any panties under them.

"What can I do for you Georgia?"

I wasn't really paying attention to her response to my question because I was
analyzing her attire and the parts it didn't cover. Well actually more so on
the uncovered parts especially those big round bulges that shape her cleavage.

"Up her Daphnee."

She said while cuffing her hand under my chin and lifting it up to gaze into
those big blue eyes of hers. She hunched over a bit because she completely
towers over me.

"What do you want?"

"Didn't you hear a word I said?"

"No not really. You're boring me with your gibberish."

I retorted. She stood straight up and let out a sigh.

"You humiliated me the last time. Now I want a rematch."

"Georgia, you don't want to fight me again. Last time I was just playing with
you. Granted I got a little carried away, but that's only because well just
compare me to yourself in stature."

"Maybe I was just playing around too. You know you did catch me by surprise."

"You mean like when you were heaving those punches at me accompanied with
those grunts of effort."

I stepped away from the door and closer to her. She looked up at the ceiling
then back down at me again. I straightened my head and looked up at her with
just my eyes. They were practically rolled up into my head because she's so
much taller than me, but I didn't want to get a crink in my neck looking up at
her.

"Yea, but I've been hitting the heavy bag a lot since then."

"Oh me oh my. Seeing how the heavy bag is so big and doesn't manuver around as
quickly as I do. Not to metnion it doesn't hit back."

She grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me up in the air so that we were
at eye level.

"You and me. Right here and now."

I just love hearing her try to be so demanding. Most people are afraid of her,
but I can sense the priss in her. I guess maybe that's what her husband sees.
Now if she walked around acting prissy I think that would be unbecoming of
her.

"Well if you put me down and help me move the furntiure out of the front room
we'll do this."

With a smile she put me down and was all to glad to be helpful with the
furniture. It either went into the hallway leading to the bedrooms or the
kitchen or front utility room. The front room is big so there was plenty of
room for us to fight.

"You do realize this is a fight?"

She asked

"Yeah."

I had to hand it to her she was as cool as an icicle. Me on the other hand my
adrenaline was racing 100 miles a minute. For 2 reasons as you might have
guessed.

"I'm curious to know just how big you are anyway?"

"I'm 6'1" 185 pounds. My biceps are 13.5" my thighs are 26.75" my waist is 29"
and my breast are 48DD."

I just whistled. She inquired the same of me, but before I get to that let me
just say there is something stimulating about a big gorgeous woman that is
proud of her size.

"Not nearly that impressive. Well except for my 18.5" waist."

I said with a smirk.

"Little girl. If I had an 18.5" waist I would be grossly disportioned. Not to
mention I've had 2 kids. Show how short are you anyway."

Before I get to that let me just tell you a little about her 29" waist. Its
more thick than it's wide, and just like her abs you can see a couple of
glazed over muscles on each of her sides. Truthfully I was surprised that her
waist is that much I would've only guessed 26 or 27" tops.

"I'm 5'1" and 83 pounds. 34b in my breast. The rest I've never measured but
they are probably half the size you are."

"The thighs are probably close to your waist size and your probably accurate
about your biceps being half the size of mine. As far as your 34b goes. Well
don't worry I was that too once. I think I was about 9 or 10 though."

"Well you have to carry yours in a wheel barrel someday."

"Not for about 30 years because the women on my side of the family age
gracefully."

I was getting frustrated at not being able to insult her.

"Well we going to start or what?"

No sooner than I asked that did she catch me off guard with a good thump of
her fist to my jaw. She knocked me down to my rump. I looked up at her teary
eyed while rubbing my jaw.

She stood over me like a towering mountain with her arms folded.

"Well I don't know about you but I'm satisfied."

I guess she was either lying or changed her mind because she reached down and
grabbed me by the hair. I swore she was going to yank all of them out by their
roots. I put both of my hands on her wrist to try and pull loose. She was just
too strong and my efforts were in vain.

She made the mistake of pulling me in closer.

"What are you going to do now?"

Without saying a word I punched and kicked her in the softest parts of her
body. I uppercutted each breast. She stepped back far enough to keep me from
being able to reach them. Not being able to punch I elected to kick her in the
vaginal region.

It took three kicks and her hollering out after each kick before she let go of
my hair. She crossed her legs and put her hands over her kicked area. I
slammed the heal of my hand palm under her chin and tore at her blouse.

Buttons went flying off, but the bottom part was still tighed together.

"You little brat! This blouse cost $150."

That's more money than my complete attire that I was wearing at the time. She
doubled her fist and came at me like she was ready to box. Great, so was I.

She was able to throw one punch after another. Jabs too. I had to hand it to
her she definitely improved her boxing skills. It still didn't matter much
because I was way too quick and she staggered around in her 3" heels.

She was backing me up against the wall though, but I used that to my advantage
by dodging a left jab. Her fist crashed into the wall. She hurt her knuckles
and didn't even dent the wall.

She hollered out at the pain and rubbed her knuckles. While she was doing that
I went on the attack. Instead of punching I slapped her on each side of her
boobs and face. After each slap she retaliated with a haymaker that I easily
ducked under.

After the 4th one she stumbled around and did a 180 spin. I was standing
behind her and took the liberty of pinching that big round ass of her's. She
squealed out in surprised and lunged her body forward before spinning around
to face me.

"You nasty little pervert!"

I giggled, and then invited her to do something about it. She accomadated with
2 jabs that I dodged. She grunted a bit of frustration and threw and overhand
that I sidestepped.

Good thing too because she'd put her how body into it and when she missed she
stumbled around off balance. This time I slapped her on the ass. Truthfully
that hurt my hand a bit.

She turned around putting her hands over her ass and cursing her shoes. She
kicked them off. I guess everyone has to have an excuse for failure.

"Certainly you can do better than this Georgie. I'm just toying with you."

I was expecting her to continue boxing but instead she grabbed my wrist and
kicked me in the stomach. It was then that I realized my only line of defense.
I was wearing shoes and she wasn't.

I literally started stepping on her toes. She hopped around and screamed at
me. I only giggled and kept trying to step on them. She moved her feet around
trying to dodge mine. I was giggling the whole time.

I started missing on purpose and kept giggling. She was wide eyed and moved
her feet around in a frantic.

"Check it out Georgie. We're dancing."

I chuckled but she wasn't a bit humored. She let go of my wrist but I grabbed
her's instead.

"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere."

By now her boobs peeked out of her blouse and the blouse hugged the sides of
them. The bottom tails were still tighed together. I took it upon myself to
untigh them with just one hand.

That was a mistake. I had to let go of one of her wrists. That freed one of
her hands and she slugged me on the side of my face. I did manage to untigh
her blouse though.

"You are the mosty nasty naughty perversed little girl I've ever met!"

She thought she"d inform me before taking another swipe. I was tired of
playing around, so I blocked her punch and trapped her arm under my armpit. I
used the other hand to twist one of her titty nipples.

"AH! AH! AH! AH!"

She screamed out then seered in pain through gitted teeth with her eyes shut.
This was quite the sight seeing this big 6'1" 185 pound 42 year old woman
whine out in submission to the 5'1" 83 pound 18 year old little twerp that I
am. She dropped to one knee.

Seeing that I pretty much had her where I wanted her I unlocked her arm but
used that hand to twist the other nipple. She kept screaming out in submission
and I verbally goaded her. With her eyes shut and her mouth wide open I really
wanted to kiss her. I did. Right on the lips.

She opened her eyes real wide and gave me a hard shove. I fell backwards but
kept a tight enough grip on her tit nipples that even though I let go of them
I was able to pull her down to her hands and knees. Seeing her on all fours
like she was made me decide to play cowgirl. I leaped frog over her and landed
on her lower back sitting backwards.

It was then I decided her shorts needed to come off. No sooner than I got them
down to her knees she bucked me off. Once I made it to my feet she was back on
her knees. I decided it was time for a hammerlock.

I used both hands for the hold and pinned her arm to her back and I wrenched
up on it. Georgia hollered out, tilted her head back, and arched her upper
body forward. She placed her other hand on the shoulder of her hammerlocked
arm.

She began moving her hand around as if she were looking for something. Finally
she rested it on her shoulder. In defeated shame she hung her head.

Truthfully I really love the hammerlock hold. Its what I call a control hold
more so than a submission hold. The thought of having control of a gorgeous 42
year old woman that has a much bigger size advantage on me is both a rush and
a sense of accomplishment..

I kept the hold on for a few minutes until I got bored with it. I told Georgia
that if she wanted me to release the hold she would have to stand up. While
she was on her way to her feet I let go of the hammerlock and stripped off her
blouse.

She spun around and with her shorts around her ankles she looked rather
startled. Like a Pittsburgh Steelers fan waving a yellow terrible towel I
waved her blouse over my head. Gloating victory with a hoot and holler. Our
first fight her bikini top came off by accident.

This time however I was able to accomplish a feat that I am sure anybody whose
ever seen the two of us wouldn't believe what I was able to do. I'm sure that
when Georgia herself came over that day getting stripped by little me was the
farthest thing from her mind. I glanced down and noticed she wasn't wearing
any panties under her shorts.

"I stripped you naked!"

I sang out while still waving her blouse. She narrowed her eyes and slapped me
across the face. I threw the blouse aside.

"Oh you want to keep fighting. Do you?"

Instead of answering she showed much resolve by doubling a fist. The other was
just hanging down at her side. It was the arm that not only did I hammerlock
but it was also the fist she connected with my wall earlier.

I thought about fighting fair, but no way. I'm giving up way too much size to
her for that. She threw a punch but I caught her by the wrist, and charged in
using my other fist to abuse her boobs and shoulders.

With one arm already out of commission she used the other to cover her breast.
Though not nearly covering them completely she did takeaway any bullseye shots
I would have on her nipples. Oh well. I wanted to attack something else
anyway.

Like that impressive mid-section of hers. It must have been weakened because
the first punch sank right in. She doubled over and I punched away about 5
more times. Her body shuddered, her head rocked back and forth, and then she
let out a little cough followed by a wimper after each punch.

After each punch the coughing and wimpering got louder and the body shuddering
became more violent until she just dropped to her hands and knees. I stepped
back and noticed how those huge tits of hers swayed. I thought about milking
them like I read in ths story on the internet a couple of months ago, but I
wasn't sure if that would really work.

I stepped to her side and ended up playing "cowgirl" again. This time I
grabbed a handful of her hair and sat down front ways. I reached behind me and
slapped her on the ass.

"YEEEEHAAA!"

Despite that shout Georgia didn't budge. I looked around the romm and saw her
shoes. You can figure out what went down from there. With her shoe in one hand
and a handful of her once perfectly groomed hair in the other I shouted Yehaaa
again and smacked her on her ass with the heel of her shoe. She moved a bit
but not to my satisfaction, so I stuck the heel of her shoe in her butthole.

"WOOOO!"

She let out and started bucking around. I was able to stay on her for about a
minute until I was bucked off. I still had a hold of her hair and she fell
over to her side. It was then I got an idea.

Seeing that I was pretty worked up I needed to relieve myself somehow. I
figured I would try on my new strap on penis that I recently bought in the big
city 50 miles from town. In order to do that I had to drag her down the
hallway to my bedroom. I didn't want her snicking out while I went and got it.

There we were looking like one of those classic cave person pictures. Except
we both were female and I didn't have a club. Now that I think about it that
would be more than one way a funny sight to see. Little me dragging big
gorgeous her by the hair while she kicked and screamed.

Tell me something Pygmalion. Have you ever seen a small ordinary looking 18
year old girl dragging a big genetic wonder of a woman that was 42 by the
hair?

Only in my fantasies.

Well believe me the reality of it is probably a lot different and unusual than
a fantasy. Dragging her through the hallway was no simple task. Not only
because I'm 83 pounds and she's 185 pounds but also because that was where we
put the couch.

Her shoulders were too wide to fit, so I made her turn sideways. Her gigantic
boobs still got hung up a bit and mashed. She let out a scream but I kept
dragging her to my room.

"What are you going to do to me?"

She asked in a quivery voice.

"I bought something new and I'm going to try it out on you. First its work
before play."

I said looking her over while she sat on her rump shaking nervously. At first
glance Georgia doesn't look like she weighs 185 pounds but after forklifting
her from behind and dragging her a bit its like "damn she's a load"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get you on my bed."

"Oh no! We're not going there!"

She rose up to her feet and put the brakes on. With her standing upright there
was no way I was going to be able to drag her. I did the only thing I could
think of. I stooped down and grabbed her around the back of her knees and with
a heaving grunt of effort I hoisted her on my shoulder.

This surprised us both.

"Put me down!"

She tried to sound so authoritative in her quivering voice, but the priss in
her was completely revealed. Once we got to my bed I just dropped her on it.

"Goodness. You're one huge bitch. Now stay there or else."

I said in between heavy breaths. She was actually still breathing heavier than
I was. You'd thought she was the one that had to do all the work.

I took off my clothes and went to my dresser. I got my little toy out and
strapped it on. When I turned my attention back to her she was sitting up and
leaning against my bedpost.

Her eyes got as big as half dollars and she turned ghost white. Her mouth was
dropped wide open.

"No I'm not going to have you suck on it. I'm going to stick it in you."

"Why?"

"Because Georgia you make me hot."

Her eyes began to water and she looked pleadingly at me. I paid no mind to
them.

"Lay down or else."

I commanded. Without any type of protest she did as I told her. It was obvious
by now she was scared of me and would willfully submit to me.

I climb in bed and on top of her. I placed my arms on her shoulders then under
her armpits digging my nails into her shoulders. Once I was in desired positon
in it went.

"God no!"

She said with shut eyes. I just started doing what you men do. This works even
with my strap on gadget because there is this little rubber trinket that
penetrates my vagina and rubs my clitoris the right way.

The bed started rocking and we both began panting and moaning. Well hers
seemed more like a grimace.

"Don't!"

She said but I kept on going anyway. A few more pants and moans went by.

"Stop!"

It was then I realized what I was doing. I was raping this wife and mother of
two. Truthfully I'm a fiend but not that big of a fiend, and I actually began
to feel ashamed. I stopped and actually almost began to cry.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't rape you. Its wrong."

"You're not raping me. I said don't stop."

She smiled at me and wiped my tear away. Well she didn't have to tell me
twice. Back on top I went and we did our thing again until we had four orgasms
each. Truthfully I thought we were finished, but she wanted to continue.

I had nothing left in my tank so I removed my strap on gadget and ate her out
and made her cum four more times. Afterwards we snuggled on my bed talking. By
snuggling I mean my head tucked nicely away in her bosom while she rubbed my
head.

I learned a lot from her that day like what a sex craved nympho she is. Her
and her husband do this 2 or 3 times a day and on a day off they'll go 4 or 5
times. No wonder they are always smiling.

She told me that she fell in love with him when he beat her in several
athletic competitions.

"I've always been aroused by someone that could better me in any form of
physical competition."

She told me.

"Even the first time we wrestled?"

"Why do you think I ran into my house? I was getting pretty worked up and I
didn't want my daughter and her friends to know my little secret."

"Does your husband know what happened?"

"Yes. He didn't mind because he knows how sexually charged I get out of such a
thing."

"Do you think we can do this again sometime?"

"Sure."

We took a short 30 minute nap and moved all the furniture back into the front
room and carefully placed everything in the frontroom back to where it
originally sat. Before she left I played some of my Eminem cds for her. She
still doesn't like his music though.

Are you an Avril Lavigne fan too?

Yes Pygmalion. I am. I have to be. People say I look a lot like her.

Whats your favorite Avril Lavigne song?

"Complicated"

Do you think that describes things between you and Georgia?

No. Because I want her to keep up certain appearances. It makes are little
private get togethers all the more stimulating. In fact I'm trying to get her
to run for mayor.

Why?

Think about the trophies I've collected from her. She went home naked that day
too. Fortunately we live next door and no one was around to see her naked body
streaking from my porch to her house.

That's a lovely little story. Keep us posted.

Well reader's I hope you enjoyed this. Sorry I couldn't write about anything
else at this time, but sometimes when I get stuck on a combination it becomes
an every other story type of thing.

Sincerely,

PYGMALIOn

Hey don't forget me.

Oh sorry. And DAphnee too.