Wife's thighs go deadly on poor husband's head
by barbunny
How a wife turns her thighs from head squeezers to head smashers in order to stay faithful to her husband


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"Come here and place your head right in between my
thighs" Nancy ordered. She was lying on the carpet in
the living room, her back flush with the floor, her
massive legs extended straight up in the air, wide
open, waiting to crush a head, her eyes looking at the
ceiling, avoiding eye contact with her husband. "don't
make me get up and force you down there, you know
there will be sad consequences to this kind of
behavior" she said, her muscular legs still spread
apart high in the living room air.
"please thighs, I can't take it anymore, I beg you
two, please, give me one night's rest for heaven's
sake" jack whined, looking at the two pillars that
control his soul, talking to them as if there were
three persons in front of him.
"I am not going to tell you again, my love, either you
stick your skull where it's belong, in your favorite,
familiar spot, or this time they are gonna be lethal
in our trilateral meeting" Nancy said, referring to
her husband and her two carnivorous body parts that so
profoundly changed the relationship between her and
her husband.
She knew it wasn't a game anymore. It wasn't foreplay,
as jack hoped to enjoy so much. To her, it was a way
of life. A way of life, because of the death those two
could cause in the process, and they both knew it. She
was so proud of her lower body muscles. So different
from her upper body. Her arms were average at best,
but her thighs ...  the looks on the faces of the new guys
in the gym when she took her skirt off ...  it was
orgasmic. They couldn't speak. They couldn't move.
They couldn't lift their gaze up from her explosive
thighs, even when she talked to them. They were
momentarily inert, like a mouse cornered by a cat,
like a rabbit caught by a car's lights, like a head
crushed between female thighs.
It all began 6 years ago, Nancy recalled, when they
got married. The vows, the kisses, for better or for
worse. She knew she entered a male oriented marriage,
him sitting on the couch every night, watching the
football game, angry why the dishes are not done yet,
herself trying to explain she was busy taking care of
the house chores. Laundry, dishes, cleaning, she knew
it's going to be her responsibility. After all, she
was the woman. Then, during their first lovemaking, he
commented to her how large her legs were, relatively
to the rest of her body, that was average.
"Why don't you go to the gym a bit? Your legs seem to
have a lot of potential, they are so big and strong
looking" he asked, imagining what it would feel like
to be squeezed between his own wife's thighs." I've
never been to a gym before, Jack, and what kind of
potential are you talking about anyway?" she asked
innocently. He decided to tell her about his squeezing
fetish, believing it was so remote that she'll
actually be able to develop muscular legs. "Well, I
don't know how to tell you this, but there's something
you should know about me. I ... well ... I ... I like to be
squeezed" he murmured. "What do you mean by that
honey?" she asked curiously. "Well, since my
childhood, I was fascinated with the female thighs" he
said. "I know that. Nothing new here" Nancy whispered,
afraid of what's coming. "No, listen. I love to be
squeezed between women's thighs. I've been dreaming
about what they could do to me for years, crushing my
head from the front, from behind, different angels,
hurting me. I can't see any reason for the gap between
a woman's thighs, other than to shove a male's head
inside, and squeeze". 
Nancy was on the verge of tears. She could not believe
what she was hearing. Her husband, the love of her
life, the kisses, the commitment, till death do us
part ...  "You can't do this to me. I want a normal
husband, a normal relationship, I won't be able to
live this way" Nancy cried. "Look at the bright side
of it all. It could be a big advantage for you,
controlling your husband, giving orders, threatening
me with a squeezing evening if I didn't behave as you
wish" he said, chuckling to himself, knowing it would
never get to this level. " Oh, one more thing. You
know that I love you with all my heart, I admire you,
but I'm telling you, if you won't be able to control
me from within your legs, eventually I might go and
have my head crushed by another female. It's a safe
way for you to keep me at your feet, or rather at your
thighs I should say. It's like a mental prison, making
sure every evening that your husband is faithful to
you by compressing his head between your legs, even
making him bring you pleasure down there. Think of the
possibilities.  Will you do that for me, please?" he
asked knowing it could never happen. He only wanted
her to strengthen her legs a bit, so he could enjoy a
great hypothetical headscissors. To have his wife's
thighs around him and imagine what would it feel like
if ... ?  It sure is going to be his trumpet that will
make the decisions around here. "I even wrote a
limerick for you, listen ... 
I know you only want to tease
I would rather feel the squeeze
Thigh and leg
Can't you see, I beg?
Will you make'em stronger please
Nancy looked at her husband, realizing it is serious
on his side, and said "well my darling, I am willing
to try to become stronger, but I need you to know that
it is only for you. No mental prison, no pleasure down
there, just because I love you".
As years went by, they could not believe how fast her
legs grew. It was like magic. Every night when she
came from the gym, sweating after running the three
miles to their home, they checked out her muscles by
placing her legs around his head. She was reluctant at
first, saying there's no use, she would never be able
to hurt him this way, as he hoped, but she started to
enjoy the fact that he could not escape from there
anymore. She gradually prolonged the periods of time
she held him between her thighs, alternating between
putting his head facefirst in her crotch and placing
his nape there, locking her ankles in front of his
eyes. "O.K. We got your point, you can release me now"
he used to grouch, while she was sitting on the couch,
the same couch he was supposed to sit on, watching
football. She was reading People's magazine, polishing
her nails, doing whatever she liked to do, sometimes
forgetting that her husband was sitting on the floor
in front of her, trapped between her thighs.
"I can't see why you are so angry at me, sweetheart. I
just sit here, doing what I usually do every night,
it's not my fault that you are stuck down there. And
besides, why don't you extricate yourself out of
there? You have your hands and legs at your disposal,
all you have to do is simply get out ... " she used to
tease him when she noticed there was someone in
between her thighs.
More and more, they became aware of the fact that her
hips got firmer and stronger, muscles bulging from all
sides converging around his hapless head. She noticed
he wasn't initiating the squeeze anymore, he wasn't
smiling when she forced him to start the regular
routine of the evening, she could handle him easily
now, almost effortlessly, his hands going up
instinctively the second she began closing her legs,
feeling the sleek muscles constricting around his
cheeks, devouring him. 
"You haven't told me lately how do you feel when you
are in there, honey, can your face see the daily
progress of my powerhouse feminine legs?" Nancy asked
while she started to lift her feet from the floor,
during one of their sessions in the living room,
straightening her legs to both sides of her husband's
head, his throat is in its place next to her crotch,
knowing he is not going to escape their usual ceremony
although he still could, while her bars are still
open. Jack didn't answer. He only placed his hands on
the huge hip muscles, trying to pull them apart even
though the prison wasn't even closed yet. "I think I
have asked you a question, my love, and you know I
won't tolerate a less-than-perfect behavior from you"
she said sternly, starting to bring her legs together,
feeling her inner thighs touching his soft cheeks,
knowing her soul and body are ready for the
newly-defined relationship between herself and her
soulmate. No word was heard in the living room. And
than she decided to let it happen. Nancy Slowly hooked
her ankles, and started to squeeze her spouse's skull
with her powerful legs, as she lifted herself off the
couch, her arms clasping the armrests, the whole mass
of her body is up in the air, her legs parallel to the
floor, Jack's head is stuck in place, his upper torso
involuntarily following the motion of her legs. 
After a minute or so of full pressure, them both
looking into each other's eyes, she came down back to
the couch, spreading her legs a little to allow him to
breath and listen. "I want you now to listen
carefully, my sweet apple. You know that I love you
with all my heart, or with all my thighs I should say,
but things are going to change from now on. You will
not address me anymore at night when we are on the
couch. You will talk to my thighs. They will crush you
anyway, but if you want to stay alive you better treat
them with respect. You sure can try to open them when
they crush you, but don't get on their nerves, or
they'll kill you. The pain will stop either when my
thighs decide, or when you death is imminent. We
didn't know it then, but that's exactly what we meant
when we vowed till deaths do us apart. And by the way,
I've decided so, because I can."
Jack could not believe what he was hearing. His wife,
the love of his life, the kisses, the commitment ...  "But
Nancy, let's be reasonable, who is the ma ... " WHAM her
thunderous thighs sprang to life closing around his
windpipe, depriving his lungs of the very needed
breath for a moment, and than relaxing, waiting for
the correct answer. "I guess I have no choice Nan ... "
WHAM she closed her oceans of power again, tightening
them around her husband's existence, engulfing his
whole world, making use of the strength he wanted her
so much to have. "I am sorry, thighs. I should treat
you better. I know that my only purpose in the period
of time you allow me to live is to serve you both in
the best way I can. And I need you to know that I
still love you, the thighs, I mean" Jack said, wile
looking straight to the his wife's snatch, the
juncture of her pillars, the spot he used to play
with, to fondle and lick for his own pleasure, the
part of her body that he will face for the long hours
she will hold him there from now on.   
"That's a good boy. And believe me when I tell you
it's good for the both of us. It's a squeeze-squeeze
situation ... "
Nancy woke up, opening her eyes, wondering how long
her daydream lasted. She wasn't sure where she was
until she felt a head between her still-up-in-the-air
legs, waiting to be crushed. She decided not to
degrade herself by asking her hubby how long has he
been there, waiting for the powerplant to make its
move. She assumed it must have been at least 20
minutes, herself drifting away in her reverie lying on
her back, her legs all that time high in the middle of
the living room, her loved husband on the floor, face
down, inhaling her private aroma, the result of a long
strenuous workout at the gym. 
"Well well, look who is sniffing the shrine while I
was slumbering" Nancy asked, stretching her arms
without moving her legs. " I hope your head is ready
for the next phase of our relationships. I have some
good news and some bad news for you. The bad news is
I've decided to quit squeezing you, cause there's no
fun there anymore, and as far as I'm concerned my
crushing thigh muscles are already developed to the
fullest. But, and here's the good news, I think my
smashing thigh muscles are underdeveloped." With that,
she opened her now-stronger-than-ever legs wider and
wider, keeping them straight as a plank, her feet
touching the carpet, himself not getting the point,
^Ñwhat the hell does that mean?' he was wondering, when
she violently closed her granite legs together,
powerfully smashing them around his head. Jack was
amazed, hearing the repercussion, a strange noise of
snapping bones he wasn't sure yet to whom they belong.
There was none of the gradual vision blurring, the
slow change of colors in his eyes he got used to, the
games with the oxygen debarment ... 
He felt her dynamite legs leaving his cheekbones,
spreading slowly, returning to their starting position
on the carpet, only to rise again at the speed of
light, smashing the sides of the poor head that
happened to be between them.
"Hey Jack, my sensitive peach, before you pass out, I
have to tell you something" she said loudly, smiling
her sweet smile into his broken face, knowing it's
hard for him to use his senses right now, let alone
hear her clearly, although her humane swords were now
spread, pointing diagonally to the paintings-covered
walls. "Remember the first night we made love, when
you told me to strengthen my legs ...  well it was all
just for you baby. All those years of hard workouts,
the devotion, the efforts, the sweat ...  I know I can
keep you faithful. Problem is, you are not strong
enough for me now. It is a problem cause I promised
you I am gonna be faithful to you, and I always keep
my promise. So I have no choice but to wish you luck
up there. We will have to quit the headcrushers and
get to the headsmashers. That is the only way I can
let you go without any lingering pain. I even wrote a
limerick for you ... 
Look how strong is my thigh
to escape you can only try
crotch and hip
your life is so cheap
sorry, I have to say goodbye

and she smashed one more time.
the end.