Mid-section crush agony
By Session Man



Joanne had her 28 inch thighs locked around Jim's mid-section from behind and
was squeezing with everything that she had. She was leaning back on the bed;
sweat glistening off of her 6 foot, 190 pound muscular body. Jim was in agony,
but he didn't want to give up. He tried to pry her ankles loose, but they were
solidly locked. He could feel his heart racing. He was getting physically
drained. Her legs were much stronger than his arms and he realized that he had
no chance of getting out of her body scissors. But this was what he wanted.
When they met for the session he offered her eight hundred dollars to squeeze
him so tightly that he would either give up, or, if not, he instructed her to
keep squeezing until his ribs cracked or he passed out. This had been Jim's
dream since he was an adolescent. Now at 34 years old he would finally fulfill
his dream.

Joanne had initially said no to his request, not wanting to seriously injure
him. But he insisted and the money was really good. Besides, when he took off
his shirt she saw that Jim was in great shape. His abs were ripped and he
weighed maybe 185 pounds. Joanne figured that he could take her scissors hold
better than most guys, although no one had ever broken her body scissors once
she clamped her inner thighs around their waist. So she agreed to his terms.

Joanne could feel Jim running his hands over her powerful thighs as she
continued to crush him with maximum pressure. She had been squeezing for 5
minutes. No man had ever held out so long. She wondered how long she could
maintain her pressure. But then she detected that his breaths were getting
shallower; perhaps he was even getting light headed she thought. She leaned
all the way back and squeezed with unimaginable force, visualizing that her
steel thighs were crushing through his waist until there was nothing left
between her legs.

Jim yelled in pain, but screamed "don't stop." His hands were flailing against
her thighs, "Don't stop! Harder, Harder." Joanne couldn't see his face, but if
she could she would have witnessed that tears of ecstasy were streaming down
his face. She grabbed both of his arms and pulled him back, thereby stretching
his abdomen and making him even more vulnerable to her scissors. Jim sides and
lower ribs were hurting beyond belief, yet he wasn't going to give up.

"Oh shit! Ahhhhh!" screamed Jim. Joanne kept up her full pressure. "Oh God!
You're killing me," whispered Jim since he could no longer manage more air to
speak.

'Do you want me to stop?" asked Joanne.

"No, I think I can holdout," whispered Jim again, his face contorted in agony.

Ten more seconds and then Joanne felt his body go limp. She let go of his arms
and turned his face toward her. She could see that he had passed out. Joanne
released her scissors hold and patted his face to try to bring him back to
consciousness. After a few seconds Jim briefly convulsed and slowly opened his
eyes.

"Damn, what happened?" he said.

"You passed out, Jim. Are you alright?"

He tried to move, but felt pains on both sides. "Ouch, my sides are really
sore," he said. "You're incredibly strong," Jim replied.

Both Joanne and Jim were trenched in sweat as Joanne massaged his neck and
shoulders in an effort to bring him back to par. She was still holding him
between her thighs, but without applying any pressure or locking her ankles.
Jim moved his hand over her massive thighs and smiled.

"Joanne, I had no idea that a woman's thighs could be so strong even though I
have been looking at bodybuilder photos and videos for years."

"I hope that you enjoyed it," said Joanne as she caressed his forehead. I have
to give you credit, you held out a lot longer than anyone I know could have."

Jim continued to stroke her muscular thighs; this excited him even more now
that he had been crushed by her. "Let's do it again, only this time I want to
be facing you," Jim stated as he turned around to look into her eyes.

"Whoa, I don't know, Jim. You're already going to be hurting badly tomorrow."

"Seriously, this is what I want. It's always what I have wanted."

Joanne was slowly shaking her head and about to say no when Jim moved his hand
between Joanne's legs and gently rubbed her clit. She lifted one eye-brow and
cocked her head to the side. She thought that he was being a little
presumptuous, but on the other hand, he was good looking and had a great body.

"Maybe," she said with a smile on her lips as she lay back onto the bed. Jim
continued to rub her clit through her panties, and then he leaned forward and
sucked her tit. Joanne was pleasantly surprised. She had just knocked him out
with her body scissors and almost broke his ribs, yet he was treating her to
sexual stimulation. Her smile grew bigger.

"Let's take off our underpants," Joanne said as she slid out of hers. Jim
followed suit. He then went down on her, licking her clit. After a minute or
two he could feel her starting to spasm as he moved his tongue back and forth.
After another thirty seconds she was really rocking and rolling on the bed.
Once or twice she locked her thighs around his head and squeezed, but realized
that she was better off with Jim free to do exactly what he had been doing.
She kept her thighs spread until she reached an orgasm. Slowly Jim stopped
licking and sucking her. He slid up onto her muscular body and kissed her on
the lips. She returned the passion.

"Oh, Jim!" That that was fantastic! So, do you still want me to squeeze you
from the front?"

"You bet. I need to feel your inner thigh muscles crushing my waist."

Joanne reached down and found his penis. He was as hard as could be and he was
big. She guided his penis into her vagina. Jim started moving back and forth,
slowly at first.

"Wow, Jim, this is great," she whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck
gently. "If you're certain about being squeezed again, I'll do it." Joanne
brought her thighs up around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back.

"Yeah, I really want to be crushed," Jim pleaded as he picked up the pace of
moving his penis back and forth inside her.

"OK, her goes, but don't stop fucking me, Jim, no matter how hard I squeeze."

"That's a deal," replied Jim, who was more excited than he had ever been.

"One, two, three," said Joanne with a big smile on her face. Then she
contracted her inner thighs around his mid-section. Jim grunted as the
pressure increase shocked his body. She built up the pressure; to his credit,
Jim continued fucking her. Both of them felt that this was the most erotic
experience they had ever had. As Jim increased the speed of his movement,
Joanne responded with equal increases in scissor pressure.

"Oh, yes, yes, Jim, keep it up!" Joanne was now jerking her own body up and
down, while squeezing more tightly with each movement.

"Joanne, I can't breathe well," cried Jim as Joanne squeezed to almost full
force.

"It's too late now, Jim. Hang in there!" she said. Joanne was in full heat and
wasn't about to relax her rib-crushing body scissors. She sensed that Jim's
movements had slowed down. But that only caused her to increase her own pelvic
thrusts. Jim had become really weak. She was now manic to reach orgasm before
Jim's erection failed him. Although still on the bottom, she pounded him with
her pelvis, forcing his penis to move back and forth inside her. As she
finally reached orgasm, she gave one last huge squeeze of her thighs,
extending her legs to their full length while still locking her ankles.

Jim cried out as Joanne's pressure crushed his mid-section. At the key moment
of her orgasm Jim's lower ribs cracked loudly. He passed out as she continued
to milk his penis with her vagina, enjoying the last vestiges of his hardness.

Joanne relaxed her body scissors, sliding out from under him and eventually
pushing him over onto his back. Jim moaned and slowly awakened.

"Oh no, you broke my ribs."

"I'm truly Sorry, Jim. But you said that was one of the possible outcomes of
the session, remember?"

"Yeah, I know I did, but I didn't think you could really do it." Jim's ribs
were aching badly. When he breathed it hurt like hell. "What do I do now?"

Joanne thought for a moment. "If you can get up, I'll drive you to the
hospital. You can always say that you fell down the stairs and hurt yourself."

"That doesn't sound too believable, but it will have to do."

So Joanne did just that. She dropped him off at the emergency room and drove
home. As she drove she thought that this experience opened a whole new window
for her on doing sessions. From now on, she would raise her rates to $800 and
demand to be serviced in exchange for her "crushing body scissors experience."