Sister-in-law?s legs
by Jimp
Drunken pass in a hotel room ends in domination by a sexy pair of legs


(c)Jim P 2017

What would you do if you fancied your sister-in-law and had the chance to be
alone with her in a hotel? I didn?t always fancy her and I?m not a gigolo who
goes around seducing women. When I first met Marianne she was a scrawny young
woman about 5'9" with a lean small-chested gangly body with short cropped
sandy blonde hair. Her face was small, long and narrow with prominent
cheekbones, a long nose and deep narrow, rounded jaw which emphasized a small
thin-lipped mouth and teeth crammed into a small space. A large pair of
spectacles magnified small eyes with blue-irises set in narrow eye slits that
made it seem like she was squinting, giving her a mousey or dorky look.

After she got married and had kids, her figure filled out nicely becoming
slender and well-shaped. Likewise her cheeks plumped slightly giving her face
a nice oval shape that helped detract from a prominent nose. Slim-line glasses
made her more attractive although still a bit dorky. Her bust also grew to
pleasing proportions which caught my eye when she went through a phase of not
wearing a bra to please her loutish hubby. It wasn?t until she began to wear
skin-tight leggings that I became fascinated with her long slim legs. More so
the first time I saw her in a mini-skirt and heels that showed off the
muscularity and remarkably shiny muscle tone in her calves for a woman who
didn?t exercise. From then on I was hooked, appreciating how pretty she was in
her own way and staring at those sexy legs at every opportunity wishing she
would wear skirts more often.

Back to the present. I was all set for another soul-destroying stay in a hotel
on my own, so was only too pleased when Marianne asked to accompany me to
Oxford as my personal assistant. I had arranged to meet a Professor of Persian
History at the University to discuss photos I had taken of the painting owned
by Countess Claudine depicting the Goddess Anahita on a murderous rampage in
the persona of the Dark Goddess [PANTYHOSE#9]. I also had a copy of the
translated scroll that mentioned her gift to the innocents, stolen by the
ancestors of the Global Elite.

Actually she didn?t exactly ask. I had returned home after a long case in
Paris [PANTYHOSE#1?9] and was rather put out that no-one bothered to show they
even cared I was back. So I was pleasantly surprised when my sister-in-law
came around to welcome me home. Wearing a pale pink tight top under a salmon
cardigan that made her look much bustier than I remembered, denim shorts and
tan coloured nylons showed off shapely lanky legs. It was very pleasant indeed
when she pressed her lean body against me to deliver a big long hug and a
friendly kiss. Marianne has a very kissable-looking small mouth with thin lips
that I normally had to resist the temptation to kiss. Her hair, naturally
mousey-blonde, bleached by the sun to a wonderful golden blonde softly framed
her face. I could have stayed there for ages with her arms embracing me and
lovely lips pressed welcomingly against my own while gazing into her blue eyes
magnified by blue-rimmed slim-line rectangular glasses. It was enough to draw
irritated glares and noises of impatience from our spouses. Even that brief
contact was enough to make the front of my trousers lurch a few times.

Later, we were alone in the kitchen. Her magnified eyes were quite unsettling
yet the dilated pupils, a sign that someone is interested in you, was
appealing. ?So why didn?t you take me to Paris, Jim?? she asked petulantly. I
loved the way her blonde hair framed her face with a fringe above her light
eyebrows, falling over the ears that she thought were large, hugging the sides
of her flat cheeks to curl beneath the jaw to the sides of her swan-like neck.
?You said I could help you. Don?t you like me any more?? she asked. ?Of course
I do? I replied. ?Anything would be better than being stuck in that blooming
burger van of his, I hate that boring drudge of a life? she added. I felt
sorry for her and would have had enjoyed her company but had to explain that I
couldn?t have afforded to pay for the both of us for the period of time I was
out there and that our partners would have objected and been suspicious. She
didn?t look convinced. ?So what?s your plan now?? she asked a bit glumly,
which I didn?t like to see as she was quite pretty when she smiled. I told her
about my trip to Oxford and her face lit up. ?I?m going too, as your P.A. Like
it or lump it? she was very adamant. ?I don?t think your old man will agree
nor my missus? I objected. She gave me a hard tough look that was stony,
fierce and determined.

?You?re just finding excuses? she accused. Before I could reply, she had
seized my right hand, twisted my palm inwards while stretching my arm out to
the side. ?Ahh ahh? I whimpered as my wrist felt like it would explode. I was
shocked that my sister-in-law was hurting me with a wrist-lock. With a
magnified hard cold glare, she pressed my hand towards the ground forcing my
knees to bend as shards of pain seared through my wrist and tendons. ?No
arguments. I?m going? she said forcefully, no longer the shrinking violet she
used to be but an assertive confident woman. Without a smile touching her
lips, she stepped to the side and placed a hand on the back of my arm close to
the shoulder. Pressing her other hand on the back of my elbow it felt like it
was going to shatter and forced me to bend forwards.

I had a good close-up of her long slim legs shown to their advantage by a
small pair of shorts. The sheer tan-coloured pantyhose made her legs look
perfect, smooth and blemish free, not that they weren?t already, with a
sensual shine. Although removing her shoes when she entered the house, the
shape of her calves were still highly noticeable. An impressive eye-catching
shape ran from slim ankles fanning out behind long shins. Even without heels,
they were long, deep and curvaceous, rather like upside-down bowling pins in
shape. The irony that she wore tan-coloured tights while inflicting
wrist-shattering pain was not lost on me, although she knew nothing of my
recent adventures. ?Ahh no please? I begged but she just stared at me
clinically studying the effects of her handiwork. ?Thank you for those
self-defence lessons you brought me? [PRESENT] she stated. ?It really changed
my life?

?No!? I gasped as her right leg rose bent at the knee then straightened in the
blink of an eye. I braced myself for the painful impact of her foot with my
face but to my relief it stopped a fraction of an inch away. ?I?ve got a
pretty strong kick? she announced. Her foot pressed gently but firmly against
my face rubbing nylon against my lips. ?Shall I demonstrate by smashing your
face in?? she asked, pressing the sole of her size 8 foot firmly against my
mouth. The taste of nylon against my lips wasn?t my thing and tried to shake
my head to dislodge it. ?Refusal is not an option? she declared in a firm
tone. Raising her foot a little, she playfully stomped my face a few times,
mashing my mouth then twisting the sole to grind it against my lips. She also
pressed on the back of my elbow while threatening to break my arm, making me
squeal. With a wicked chuckle she kept stomping my face and painfully
stressing my arm until I gave in and began kissing her foot. ?That?s right
foot-slave, kiss your mistress? she chuckled. That my sister-in-law had me
like this was humiliating and reminded me of my experiences with The Pantyhose
Society.

Eager to bully me some more, her foot dropped away and controlling me with
small twists of my wrist, she forced me to stand straight. Looking me right in
the eyes she folded my arm back upon itself around her right forearm. ?I
enjoyed them so much I joined The Salvation Army to learn more? [JIMP#15] I
knew that but was trying not to scream as she tried to force my hand over my
shoulder and wrap it around the other side of my neck. As she moved behind me
forcing my elbow up towards the ceiling, I crumpled before her, my legs
folding while I leant back in pain. I was helpless, just a toy for my leggy
sister-in-law to abuse for her pleasure.

The words of Duke Gregory came to mind: didn?t I wonder why I seem to attract
women like the Countess or in this case my sister-in-law? [PANTYHOSE#9]. She
twisted my arm this way and that, forcing me to go wherever she wanted with a
bemused smirk in unashamed enjoyment of her own dominance and without a care
for the pain she was inflicting. She was in complete control and enjoying
showing it off. ?Oh Jim this feels so good. We must do this more often? she
chuckled before twisting my poor arm at the wrist once more while pressing on
my elbow. Forcing me to bend right over in front of her I watched helplessly
as her right knee shot up with the long slim shin right in front of me,
flinching as it narrowly missed my face. I caught a glimpse of her legs
opening wide at the crotch as one soared over me only to freak as it dropped
down fast. The back of her heel hammered hard between my shoulder blades
driving me down to my knees.

Still holding my arm, Marianne shoved my head face-first between her waiting
thighs. Pulling the back of my head against the crux of her legs, long columns
of nylon femininity closed in on either side in a firm grip. Kneeling with the
back of my head rammed against her crotch, there was nowhere to look except
down. Her calves shone with good muscle tone through the pantyhose. I thought
I could extradite myself as her legs were lightly holding me but my right arm
was pulled vertically against the front of her body with the forearm sinking
into the distractingly soft mounds of her chest. ?Well, this is an
embarrassing position to find yourself in? she teased. ?How are you going to
explain this to your wife, my husband and the kids? she laughed. ?Shall I call
them in from the garden??

Panicking, I grabbed one of her slim ankles with my free hand enjoying how it
fit nicely and began to tug as hard as I could. Raising herself onto her toes,
Marianne?s large softly rounded-sided calves expanded and hardened into solid
hard diamonds of muscle. Not that I could enjoy the sight as her lean thighs
squeezed on the sides of my neck with surprising force. ?Oh no need, here they
come now?. I tapped desperately on her leg with my free hand, not wanting to
be seen like this. Thankfully she returned her soles to the floor and released
me. Looking down at her sexy legs as I got up, part of me wished I could have
stayed between them to enjoy being their prisoner. Marianne looked at me with
a bemused expression then burst out laughing. In embarrassment I realised that
she had been leading me on and that no-one was coming to witness my
humiliation. ?No argument, Jim. I?m coming with you and that?s that? she told
me brooking no-nonsense. ?Or shall we see how long I can kick your balls for
before someone comes in to see what all the screaming is all about??. The way
her magnified blue eyes glared at me and her firm-set mouth gave me little
doubt that she meant it. I couldn?t help thinking what a monster I had created
by paying for her self-defence classes. The feelings that caused in me made me
agree which caused her to look smug.

I stared down at her shorts and lovely slim legs in appreciation but also in
thought. ?What?? she exclaimed. Tactfully I suggested that she wore something
more professional looking for a renowned place of higher education. I doubted
she would have such a thing in her wardrobe. It was a therefore a very
pleasant surprise when a few mornings later Marianne turned up looking
incredibly smart. A light charcoal-black blazer covered her slim frame,
buttoned up at the front with a peek of a high-necked white top beneath while
wide shoulder pads imparted an exciting look of executive power. A matching
knee-length skirt hung above shapely lower legs clad in sheer nylon giving
them a light black hue with the lack of seams at the back suggesting tights.
Smart shiny black slip-on shoes adorned her feet with high heels and wickedly
pointed toes. More surprising was that she had dolled herself up with make-up
with a subtle rouge to her cheeks, a hint of light blue mascara and pink
lipstick that made her small mouth all the more kissable. I was so gob-smacked
by her appearance I just stood there staring in silence. ?Scrub up well don't
I?? she joked. ?You look absolutely stunning? I said in awe ?like a shorter
Princess Di with glasses?. She actually blushed at the compliment.

Stealing the occasional glance at Marianne?s legs as she sat in the
passenger?s seat, I drove the car along the motorways until we finally reached
Oxford. Arriving at the University, we got out to stretch our legs as we
searched for the professor?s office. I?m sorry but I just couldn?t help it and
soon found myself slipping behind to admire her calves flex as she walked.
Quite large in length and depth but slender in width they were muscled in a
very feminine way and highly toned. Raised upon high-heels, clefted
double-arrow headed calve muscle heads were emphasized in bold relief and I
just had to stay behind her to admire them while my manhood twitched in
appreciation. They were sexy enough to turn more than a few heads of male
students no doubt wondering who the leggy lady was in her studious glasses and
business dress. Unfortunately her home counties accent spoilt the illusion of
a well-bred woman.

The meeting went smoothly with the professor confirming that the painting and
scroll were genuine and that a former colleague did the translation but was
murdered before he could complete a second scroll. ?A second scroll? From the
temple in India?? I asked. ?Yes, but William thought they originated from the
Fire Temples in Persia, that?s modern Iran you know? I nodded my head in
understanding. ?A prophesy made by the Goddess to her followers about
deliverance from servitude but sadly he didn?t get much further than that?. I
enquired about the murder. ?The pathologist thought bruises on his body were
consistent with martial arts strikes? he told me. ?Were there witnesses?? ?No,
but a security guard thought he saw a nun walking away from the campus around
the time-frame. But then he?d probably been drinking eh what? Ha! What would a
nun be doing around here?? ?Stranger things have happened? I mumbled under my
breath but he heard me. ?Indeed? his tone became more respectful.

Analysing the conversation in my mind, I hardly said anything to Marianne as
we drove to the hotel. I had booked one that wasn?t low-priced and cheap but
not ridiculously over-priced either. After checking in, we agreed to meet up
later after unpacking and freshening up, for a meal in the hotel restaurant at
my expense. With almost 2 hours to kill before dinner and still a bit down
about my poor welcome home, I went to the bar in T-shirt and jeans for a drink
or more.

I soon wished I?d made an effort to smarten up when Marianne turned up wearing
the same blazer and skirt from earlier but unbuttoned to reveal a light gauzy
white blouse which showed off a tantalising amount of cleavage. Having
re-applied her make-up she looked stunning. If anything, she looked even
better than before and I was lost for words. I finally stop staring to stutter
out a complement. ?Wow Marianne, you look really beautiful? ?You?re just
saying that. I?m just plain. None of the boys at school would look twice at
me? she smiled. ?I would have? I said and with her smiling warmly at me we
were led to our table. As I followed her, watching her sexy calves flex and
wane, the sight of sheer black nylons with seams running up the back filled me
with hope that they were stockings. Despite her protestation of plainness, I
don?t think I?d ever seen her looking hotter and driving me wild with longings
that I knew were wrong. Maybe it was that or the drinks I had before dinner
that gave me the crazy idea of plastering her with alcohol in the hopes of
maybe an illicit kiss and cuddle later. However she stuck with a couple of
glasses of wine although that didn?t stop me having a few pints of bitter.

I had never had taken my sister-in-law out for a restaurant meal before and
found conversation awkward. Largely because I am socially inept but also
because I fancied her something rotten. The low neck line of her blouse also
didn?t help. Luckily Marianne showed no such awkwardness and ended up leading
most of the talk by discussing our meeting with the professor. ?So what?s with
the murdered man?? she asked ?How do you mean?? ?You seemed disturbed when he
mentioned the murder of his colleague? she observed astutely ?Possibly killed
by martial arts and the security guard who saw a Nun, what?s that all about??.
?Do you remember the fire at Cambridge where the Anahita scrolls were being
worked on?? I asked. She nodded ?Two security men were killed using martial
arts [JIMP#40] and the CCTV cameras picked up the images of what looked like
two nuns [JIMP#41]? ?Killer nuns? I don?t think so? she scoffed ?DVLA traced
the car to the Sisters of the Covenant of the Holy Messiah. An ancient order
that even the authorities won?t touch? ?And you think they are behind this
other death?? Marianne asked. ?I don?t know. Two archaeology research projects
relating to the Persian Goddess both involving murders where Nuns were seen at
the scene? ?But why?? she asked ?Religious zealots? I don?t know?. We
continued our meal discussing more mundane topics, such as family and the
like. After, she declined to keep me company at the bar. ?I think you?ve had
enough as it is? she observed, but agreed to come back to my room to keep each
other company before going to her own room to sleep.

?Jim how many have you had?? Marianne asked as I returned from visiting the
bathroom. ?A few, it?s not as though I?m driving? I replied as I sat on the
double-bed next to her. She had removed the blazer allowing me to see the sexy
see-through blouse with clear visibility of the low-cut bra she wore beneath.
Wow! I didn?t realise she had become so well-stacked and in my befuddled state
had difficultly trying not to stare at her chest. However a greater
distraction caught my eye. Although she sat primly on the end with one lanky
leg crossed on top of the other, the skirt had ridden up with a glimpse of the
dark matt band of stocking tops. Flipping heck! That got the heart pumping and
my manhood twitching. How is a man expected to react when a woman shows off
her stocking tops? As she chatted about this and that, I kept wondering
whether she had worn this sexy clothing just for my benefit. Of course that
would be silly being my sister-in-law and all. Alone in the room, I couldn?t
stop lusting about her sensational slim busty body and incredibly sexy legs,
nor stop the bad thoughts circulating in my head. I had a terrible urge just
to push her skirt right back to her hips and grope the patch where the
stocking tops met her bare upper thighs then ripping open her blouse to give
her breasts a good feel. However even in my intoxicated state I knew that
being unfaithful with my sister-in-law would get us both in a whole heap of
trouble, certainly destroying both our marriages and more than likely leaving
me homeless.

There is something about stocking and suspenders that inflames a man?s
passion, well it does mine. The way the thin nylon forms a sensual second skin
clinging to every curve and shapely contour, and Marianne?s legs were
beautifully long and shapely, obscuring blemishes to give an image of feminine
perfection and imparting a sensual nylon sheen. Although tan is more natural
for white women, sheer black imparts an exotic lure. The matt black of the
denser tops were stretched by suspender belts into a tantalising black
triangle over bare skin as if signalling the way to her love nest. So caught
up was I in battling my primal urges I wasn?t really paying attention to what
she was saying until I heard her complaining about finding it hard to get good
fitting boots that fitted over her ?fat? calves. That was it, I was off that
bed in a flash and on my knees in front of her. I looked adoringly at the
nylon-clad calve muscle sticking out on either side of her long shins like
sexy wings. ?They are not fat, They are beautifully shaped? I explained
lifting her right foot with one hand. ?You really have fantastic legs? I
exclaimed before she could object. ?When a man tells a woman that she has sexy
legs, what catches his eye is this shape caused by the long slender shin at
the front? I demonstrated by sliding my other hand along her shin, enjoying
the silky smoothness of her nylons. ?Contrasted by the curvy shape of her
calves? I moved my hand to the back of her slim ankles. ?See how comfortably
that fits in my hand? I slid my hand along to the back of her Achilles tendon.
?See how your calves form this lovely outwards curve?. My hand slid to the big
hanging meaty calve enjoying the feel of the weighty muscle in my hand beneath
the silky nylon smoothness. ?Beautiful, so beautiful? I murmur in
appreciation. ?Enjoying feeling up my legs? You rascal? she chuckled. ?These
are not fat but wonderfully full muscles that give the back of your legs such
a beautiful sexy shape. Look at this wonderful sweep? I ran my hand back and
forth to illustrate from her slim ankles to the deepest part of the dangling
muscle and over into the inverse curve heading towards the back of her knee.
?That?s what a man finds sexy about a woman with good pair of muscled calves?
?I guess you?re a real leg man? she remarked. I guess if I had been more sober
I might have detected a hint of sarcasm.

I gently moved her leg out to the side, trying to point her foot and stretch
her leg to flex her calves. ?See this beautiful arrowhead shape visible on the
inside edge of your lower leg? I said running my hand over the downward
pointing slab of hard muscle. ?That?s a quite a noticeable edge you?ve got
there. Wonderfully toned too? I remarked observing the shiny gleam coming off
her calves visible through the sheer nylons. ?Some women such as yourself have
a beautiful heart-shaped muscle with a smaller downward pointing arrowhead
next to the first, forming a sexy double arrow head with a deep cleft
particularly noticeable from the rear. And when you wear high-heels, Wow!? I
exclaimed before realising that I?d probably said too much. ?That?s why you
keep walking behind me? she chuckled knowingly.

With my brain not in gear I slid my hands to higher regions. Running a hand
along the back of her upper leg, I felt the long gentle but firm swell while
extolling the sexiness of the female hamstrings. I then turned my attention to
her outer thighs noticeable as a sleek firmness. I tried to get her to flex
them but she claimed she didn?t know how. ?That?s what you get living on a
road up a hill. Up and down several times a day. Go to the shops, take the
kids to school which is up another blooming hill. No wonder I?m fit? she said.
?Phoar! You can say that again? I remarked. ?Jim!?.

?Such sexy legs? I moan, caressing her calves ?Really beautiful? Pressing my
lips against the shapely hard muscle sheathed in soft sheer black stockings, I
give in to the overwhelming urge and kiss them. ?Jim!? she exclaims ?you?re
p*ssed!?. ?Intoxicated with the passion your legs harden within me? I groan
running one hand along her sleek thighs and the other along her hamstrings.
?Beautiful thighs? The sight of her stocking tops peaking out beneath her
skirt spiked my lust and I reached out to push back the hem. ?Jim!? she
protested. ?Oh Lord, you are an incredible sexy leggy goddess? I moan running
my hands over the stocking tops and then the suspender belts laying over bare
skin at the top. ?Your legs drive me wild? ?Jim stop it?. Climbing onto the
foot of the bed I force myself between her legs placing my head between her
thighs. ?Squeeze me Marianne, squeeze me between your sexy legs? I beg,
closing her delightful thighs around my head. ?No Jim, you?re plastered? she
opened her legs and made to sit up ?I?ll leave you alone to sleep it off and
see you in the morning?.

I?m ashamed to say that in my alcohol-infused state I pulled her back down to
the bed and tried to pin her arms. ?You?re beautiful made up like that? I
remark looking down at her as I laid across her chest to hold her down. Rather
than anger in her eyes there was a strange look of suppressed excitement and a
hint of a smile upon her lips. ?The lipstick makes your mouth even more
kissable. I just can?t resist it? with that I lowered my lips to hers and
began to kiss her passionately. I expected her to turn her face to the side in
disgust but instead she lay still beneath me kissing me in return. Just as I
was thinking that I was going to make out with my sister-in-law, a steady
surge of unexpected strength pushed back against me. I was so shocked that I
had to stop kissing to see what was going on. Even though I had gravity on my
side, and had assumed maybe naively greater mass and strength, she was pushing
back with a strength that I never expected. The first thing I noticed was how
her forearms were actually quite brawny as they powered a resistance
threatening to bend my hands back at the wrists. Beneath that see-through
flimsy blouse her arms were thicker than I remembered seeming more bulked up
and certainly not fat judging by the strength they were exerting. Although she
wasn?t having an easy time of it, I was surprised to find myself struggling to
force her arms back down. Marianne has this way of looking at you where she
silently studies you with a cold hard stare of her small blue eyes, which are
magnified to a scary degree by her glasses, and a firm set to her slim mouth.
I found it such a dominant look that inflamed my desire all the more as she
maintained a spirited attempt to push back my arms.

I was really trying my best to stop her, yet I couldn?t help noticing clearly
delineated shoulder caps and strong defined lines of her traps. ?Give it up
Jim. I?m stronger than you? she taunted with a pout of her lovely mouth. Not
only did that make my cock aching hard but it made me more determined to pin
her back down and give her a flipping good snog. Her hands were slowly lifting
away from the bed and I was struggling to stop her, she was a lot stronger
than looks would suggest. Flexing taut and toned, small low lying mounds of
hardness steadily powered my arms back. ?Bitten off more than you can handle,
Jim?? she taunted with a smug smile, barely showing any signs of exertion even
though I was sweating like a hog and tiring by the second. The harder we
fought the bigger and more solid her arms got until they sported sturdy hard
low hills that I was unable to cope with. Not that it helped having a steadily
growing erection as I experienced her unexpected arm strength. It was no use,
against her untiring strength and fierce determination I was flagging fast. I
tried to tell myself that it must have been the booze however at the back of
my mind was the thought that she was actually stronger than me. ?Jeez! Are you
working out?? I gasped as my hands lost ground rapidly. ?Just a daily session
at the Sally Army gym to keep fit? she said smugly. Jeez was she turning into
a muscle babe? The thought turned me on all the more. Oh Lord, I wanted her so
bad, my dick was unbearably hard for her. Abandoning all hope of pinning her
back on the bed, I let go in defeat.

?Please let me see your biceps properly? I beg. ?Why sure, if you think you
can handle it? she teased, sitting up with her legs bent down at the knees in
front of her. I watched in amazement as my sister-in-law began to unbutton her
blouse without taking her eyes off me. It was like living one of my dirty
dreams about her. The blouse fell open and she slipped her slim taut arms from
the sleeves revealing a hint of biceps veins running along the centre of her
upper arms. ?Wow, you really have been pumping iron? I gasped. My heart pounds
in my ears and I feel myself getting warmer as my attention slipped to her
white bra and it?s alluring contents. When I first met Marianne she was
somewhat skinny with a small bust which filled out nicely after having kids.
Until this moment I never realised just how stacked she had become. Phroar! I
groaned silently to myself drinking in the sight. Her bra was nicely filled
with a good-sized pair of beauties forming a sexy pair of mounds peeking out
from the low front with a short but tempting dark cleavage between. ?You?re
looking at my tits? she exclaimed in mock outrage ?I thought you wanted to see
these? she said raising both arms and bending them in towards her head. ?Wow!?
I exclaimed as her slim upper arms thickened with low gently curved hills that
were undeniable muscle. They weren't peaked or defined as a serious gym-rat
but they were nice feminine biceps. I also noticed with excitement how her
belly was sleek and flat. ?Are you scared yet, Jim?? she teased while pumping
her arms with inward jerks of her forearm. She twisted her forearm at the
wrist so her fist was pointing outwards while continually pumping her arm
making the small biceps seem to grow larger and more rocky. I had to feel them
and they were rock-hard beneath her warm soft skin. ?You don?t think they make
me look like a man?? she asked. ?No way! They are incredibly sexy? I gasped in
appreciation. After all that booze, my sister-in-law in my hotel room fully
made-up wearing a nicely-packed bra, stockings and suspenders and a skirt
while flexing unexpected biceps was the sexiest woman on the planet. ?That?s
what a little exercise does for you? she told me shrugging off my groping
hands then rising from the bed.

For a moment I just lay there watching her shapely rear with the room lights
creating a sensual sheen off the back of the seamed stocking adorning her
luscious long legs. To my surprise she turned to face me and began taking off
her skirt. ?Wh..what are you doing?? I stammered, sitting up in amazement,
unable to tear my eyes away from the full reveal of those amazing legs clad in
sheer black-nylon from the tips of her toes to the upper reaches of her thighs
and topped by wonderful stocking tops. Lord! she has great legs and I couldn?t
stop becoming aroused. ?Isn't this what you want?? she asked with a teasing
smile stepping out of the skirt ?to get me in the nude and bang my brains
out?. ?No!? I cried getting up to face her, although part of me wanted to do
exactly that. ?We?re married and not to each other?. ?Sure and that?s why
you?ve been feeling me up all evening? she remarked sarcastically. Leaning
forwards to pick the skirt from the floor, her breasts fell forward with a
dick-twitching wobble to dangle provocatively in her bra giving me a wonderful
eyeful and unable to keep up the pretence of not staring. ?It?s been a while
since I gave you a taste of my self-defence skills at the passing-out parade
[JIMP#49]? her eyes bore into me with chilling enthusiasm through the lenses
of her glasses. Her hard stare and hard words were sobering and made me
realise that perhaps I?d taken this too far. ?I?m sorry Marianne but I think I
will take that lie-down and sleep off the booze? I said. ?Oh you?re going to
take a lie down and sleep all right? she said in a taut voice.

Twisting quickly to one side Marianne leant away and a shapely blur shot out
sideways at waist height. ?Orphh!? a size 8 foot slammed into my belly causing
me to take a step back. This was no sloppy kick by a beginner but a
well-executed side-kick delivering a hard blow to my unprepared gut and a
nasty jolt to my system. With a hard expression on her face her foot returned
to the floor a pace in front. Pivoting on it, she swung in the other direction
as her other leg kicked out in blaze of reflected light off her nylons.
?Urghh!? another strong side-kick pounded my belly driving me back, knocking a
jolt of air from me. Looking stern and serious, she took another step forward,
swinging back the other way launching another kick. ?Nnnn!? step and
side-kick, step and side-kick. Long shapely stocking clad thunderbolts
hammered my breath from my body with metronomic precision while steadily
walking forwards. ?I?ve been studying self-defence for several years now? she
stated without even sounding breathless. ?My kicks are fast, powerful and
precise? ?Orragh!? she doesn?t need to tell me as her sole kept finding the
same spot making it really sore. My breath spilled with each kick, unable to
catch it again before the next nylon-clad missile blasted my gut. ?I know
every spot on the male body that allows me to drop him at will or slowly take
him apart until he is begging for mercy.? Her confident brazen words might
have meant to intimidate me but made my cock lurch strongly. Helpless to
protect myself I could only watch those erotically-clad limbs kick me
backwards across the length of the room.

Marianne?s face remained glacially cold with her mouth tight and her small
hard blue eyes unflinching staring right into my mine savouring every agonised
moment caused by her hot legs of destruction. ?I almost feel sorry for any man
who tries his luck with me? she says. ?Almost? she adds. Her stare chilled me
yet turned me on making my dick really stiff. Her foot plunged further into my
belly with each kick, piling agony on top of agony. ?Mnnnrr Mnarrr!? The
forced expulsions of air got louder as my diaphragm deflated. Unable to stand
tall I creased over with my eyes looking down at her legs. Hard muscled calves
bulged as incredibly sexy legs painfully rock my world in harsh jerking blasts
and explosions of lost breath. I never realised that my sister-in-law could
kick so hard and effortlessly in smooth fluid motions. I couldn't even get my
leg up to do a proper sidekick let alone have the stamina to keep walking
forwards while kicking, yet this ordinary non-athletic woman and mother was
doing precisely that dressed in sexy lingerie. She was a leggy kicking
destruction machine and the thought kept me really erect. ?Nnngh nnngh nnngh?
pounding my gut like a drum, each blast from her feet was a seismic shift felt
throughout my entire body. Creased over in agony I noticed that her nipples
were huge, jutting out against her bra, hard in excitement. She was loving
this.

By the time I felt the window wall against my back, the relentless leggy power
had turned me into a gasping wreck. ?I?m a good kicker aren?t I Jim?? she
bragged but I was too winded to answer. ?Are you listening to me, Jim Priest??
she asked in a stern tone of voice. I couldn?t even gasp out a reply. ?Those
self-defence lessons you paid for were really good as you can see? she
remarked. Her hands reached out for my shoulders and turned me around until I
was facing the window with her between me and the wall. ?Obviously you?re not
impressed? she said and pushed me gently away. I watched in disbelief as she
suddenly turned side-on and a bolt of reflected nylon sheen blasted my belly.
With a face steely cold in concentration with a hint of excitement, those legs
of desire hammered my gut all the way back across the room. Strong and
confident, she showed no sign of exertion while I was crippled with agonising
stomach cramps. Breath-taking legs in both senses of the word delivered
mercilessly powerful kicks that got stronger as I got weaker. The stern
dominant stare of her face and the sexiness of her legs kept my pecker stiff
even though I was in agony. I was staggering blindly backwards, terrified and
turned on by her legs at the same time, creased over and unable to breathe or
straighten up until the back of my legs hit the side of the bed. ?Was that
better or shall I do it again?? she teased. It felt like every molecule of
oxygen had been kicked from my diaphragm making it impossible to answer. ?What
was that Jim? Can I please show you more of my self-defence moves? Why of
course I can? she chuckled.

Looking straight down at the floor, the slim beautifully shaped legs that had
devastated me came into view. Shimmering with nylon sheen, her calves were
very noticeable even from the front. Even though she had just pulverised my
gut and I was in absolute winded agony I had the most intense stiff dick
imaginable. Too ruined to do anything I watched helplessly as my slim blonde
sister-in-law moved towards me, brushing my side with her hip as she slid it
behind me. Seizing my right wrist with one hand and pressing the palm of the
other into my face, she kicked her right calve backwards into the crook of my
knee while pushing against me. In an instant my foot swept from the floor and
I went tumbling backwards over her hip landing heavily upon my back on the
double-bed. She made it seem so easy I wasn?t sure whether she had just thrown
me or simply tripped me up. ?Enjoy your trip, Jim?? she teased ?Why didn?t you
send me a postcard??. Crawling onto the bed next to me with hold of my right
wrist, she gave it a slight twist forcing me to roll over onto my knees.

Lying in front of me on the bed, Marianne?s long perfect legs opened wide in a
highly provocative pose that shamelessly exposed the skimpy panties at her
crotch and matt black triangles of stocking tops with suspender belts running
over patches of bare skin at the top of her thighs. As they stretched up
towards me in a wide open V, it was like pure Viagra to my dick which started
thumping against the inside of my trousers. I just couldn?t resist the erotic
allure of her sexy limbs and had to reach out to pull those things of desire
closer to caress them and kiss the inside of her calves while adoring the hard
diamond pointed slab of muscle. Yes I know it was a stupid thing to do, but I
was intoxicated with booze and lust. Those alluring sculptures in sheer black
nylon closed quickly without warning capturing my neck between long shins and
shapely calves. Before I had time to respond her hands grabbed my head and
pulled it swiftly between a long channel of erotic silky smoothness until my
neck slid past her knees. Those hot shapely sheer-black columns of beauty
closed tight and squeezed much harder than a sexy slim pair of legs should
have a right to. ?Grrrkk!? the pressure around my neck soared to a level
greater than I expected, like a sexy nylon-clad car crush. ?I?ve seen you
looking at my legs? Marianne told me while staring at me through her
spectacles as I felt her lock her ankles behind my head increasing the
squeeze. ?You?ve always wanted to get between them, haven?t you, Jim?? she
asked ?Well today?s your lucky day?.

?Arggg!? I groaned as she began twisting her hips flinging my head one way
then the other. My hands flew to her upper thighs where I felt the warm
smoothness of the bare skin between her panties and the roughness of her
stocking tops. ?Argh!? my head lurched to the opposite side scrambling my
brains. I slid my hands further down to try and get better traction to try to
pull them off my neck. ?Oorrrr!? my hands encountered sleek hard slabs bulging
in her outer thighs like steel plates beneath the silky nylon smoothness. I
had always admired the sleek strong-looking lines of her thighs yet was taken
aback by iron-hard unyielding muscle wrapped in feminine stockings beneath my
grip. ?I love how my thighs bulge like that? she said as my hands struggled to
gain purchase. ?They look so strong, so powerful? she adds ?That makes me feel
so?.phroar...like some kind of super woman? she laughed ?With legs like these
I could crush you to a whimpering mess in seconds?.

?Aghh! Jeez!? I groaned as Marianne racked up the pressure, the tightness
around my neck was like a tourniquet. ?Are you looking forward to being a
whimpering mess sobbing for mercy like a woose?? she teased ?I am. It really
turns me on?. As my palms caressed her solid flexing thighs, my fingers
couldn?t make enough of an impression to dig in to pull them away from my
neck. ?I love crushing you between my legs and am enjoying every second of
it?. ?Oraghh!? her lovely thighs crushed in with intense pain. I needed to
find somewhere I could get a good hold of her legs to prise them apart. Moving
my hands to the inside edges of her long legs, I slid my hands in the narrow
gap between my face and her crotch. I tried to get a hold on the inside edges
of her thighs but she didn?t have an ounce of fat to spare to grab onto.
Everything was so firm, taut and unyielding. ?Oh Jim, your face has gone all
red? she chuckled while whipping my head from one side to the other with a
twist of her hips. I tugged with both hands at her inner thighs in vain until
with a twist of her long legs, Marianne slammed me down to the bed onto my
side.

I was looking straight at the crotch of her skimpy knickers less than a foot
in front of my face while my head was held firm between her long lean
stocking-sheathed legs. The thought went through my mind that this was a very
nice position indeed to be trapped in. With a stony stern expression, which I
found domineering and arousing, Marianne stared at me with scary magnified
eyes. Although she was wearing make-up that made her look very attractive, her
stare was quite intimidating. ?Eyes on the prize? she mocked, noting the
direction of my gaze. Twisting her hips in the other direction I was flipped
onto my belly. Clamping down with those silky thighs, her leggy man-trap
tightened up and squeezed with a vengeance. ?Orrghh! Stop please...arghh stop?
I begged as her inner thighs cut like pincers into my neck. ?Orrghh!? in
horror I realise that they are pressing into the arteries in my neck like
steel cables making me light-headed as they restricted the circulation of
blood to my brain. The thought of being knocked out scares me. It?s like
missing minutes of my life. The thought of being accidentally knocked out by
an inexperienced woman terrified me even more. My hands went once more to her
thighs before the hardness of her sleek bulging thighs reminded me I had no
chance of shifting those sexy beauties. ?Oh no, Jim. My legs are far too
strong for your puny arms to pull apart? she laughed.

Jeez! Her inner thighs were more potent than I had expected and I saw spots
before my eyes. I?ve often found that it is the slimmer women who have the
more devastating scissors. Marianne watched me intently with a hard cold
expression. ?I love watching your face as I squeeze you between my legs? she
announced. I try to get to my knees hoping that I can somehow make her drop
her legs. Not wanting to her hurt her I reach down and try to tickle her but
she grabs my hands and stretches out her body keeping her back and legs
straight. The surge in neck crushing pressure is eye-watering. I try to twist
and turn to break the hold, but her legs remain locked tight and her lean body
counters my every move forcing my head back to centre. Another surge of
crushing power while the strong core of her body twists suddenly to the right
sends me crashing back down to the bed, still prisoner of her sexy thighs.

?Pathetic! No wonder you keep getting your arse kicked by women? Marianne
taunts. ?Ogghh! No! nooo!? more anguished sounds escaped my lips as she
squeezed very tight while giggling at my helplessness. ?Ooh your face has gone
all dark? she laughed while flexing her slinky thighs around my head. ?Jeez!?
the power of her legs was insane. Desperately reaching behind my head, I got a
good hold around her knees and frantically began tugging at them in opposite
directions to try to prise away her clamp-like legs. ?Oi! Stop that? she
scolded. ?If you ladder my stockings I?ll crack your skull like an egg? she
warned. To underline this, she folded her right calve around the back of my
neck then bent her other calve over her ankles locking me up into a very tight
figure four head scissors. ?Urrkk!? in dismay I found my situation had just
got a whole lot worse. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled my
face against her crotch. My lust soared as I found my mouth pressed firmly
against the gusset of her panties with only a thin piece of material
separating it from her pussy. My nose, meanwhile, was pressed against the top,
giving me a view looking over her crotch, along her slender pelvis, over her
flat belly to the lovely peaks of her nicely-filled bra. ?The feeling of power
I get when I have you trapped like this is like?.Phroar!? she expressed with
sensual tinged emotion.

Reaching down, Marianne grabbed her right foot and pulled the hold even
tighter. ?Mmm!? I groaned and ended up with a mouthful of panties. ?Oooh I can
feel your hot breath on my pussy and the vibrations from your mouth make it
tingle? she giggled. Jeez! my dick was absolute throbbing with how hard she
was dominating me with her legs and crotch. ?I love the figure four scissor
hold? she told me ?I can thoroughly squeeze different parts of your head and
neck while smothering your nose and mouth with my pussy?. With that she
twisted her hips hard to the right with my head so tightly locked I had no
choice but to roll with her or risk getting my neck broken. Laughing at my
helplessness she immediately twisted her hips in the other direction forcing
me to roll back to the other side. ?Oh Jim! your helplessness between my legs
with your face mashed against my pussy is really turning me on, Phroar!? she
gave a lusty roar then chuckled. ?Mmmm!?. ?Oh God Jim! I love it when you moan
against my pussy like that? she declared. Again I tried to tug against her
knees behind my head but had to give that up as her legs were locked too
tight. ?No chance Jim. My legs are too strong for you. You?re my prisoner to
do with what I wish? she teased. ?You?re not getting out there and you know
it, except out cold?. She must have seen the expression in my eyes. ?Oh yes,
Jim, I can knock you out whenever I want and there?s nothing that you can do
about it? she stated.

?What?? she fixed me with her enlarged eyes as I held onto her firm upper
thighs with the feel of bare skin with suspender belts running along them.
?Don?t you think they?re strong enough?? With that she threw herself back onto
her shoulders while lifting her hips high into the air with her legs slipping
back around my neck. ?Grkkk!? I had to use my arms to support my bodyweight or
hang myself in her leggy noose while being choked by her crotch. Dear Lord! my
head was absolutely swimming. ?I can squeeze very tight like this? she
needlessly stated. ?Urgg!? I couldn?t stop groaning as Marianne tried to hang
me with her legs, stretching my neck as she forced my head high off the bed.
?Urrkk!? I got to my hands and knees to try to ease the strain on my neck but
she just raised her crotch even higher until she was fully resting on her
shoulders and the back of her neck. Jeez! How could legs that feel so silky
smooth crush so hard? It felt like she was trying to lever my chin from my
face with her hard unforgiving crotch. ?Effing heck! This is blooming well
turning me on like nobodies business? she gasped. The realisation hit me that
she had been toying with me all along and that she really could have knocked
me out at any time like she had boasted. Raised up on my arms, my
sister-in-law was almost bent back double beneath me. ?Noo! Noo! Oh God oh God
oh God!? I cried as she began twisting from side to side once more. I was
amazed with her core body strength that enabled her to press my torso right up
above her using her vice-like thighs. I thought I could knock her off-balance
by throwing my weight to one side but was shocked by how solidly she resisted
my attempts.

Another sharp twist of her slender hips and my side hits the bed. ?Look at the
state of you, Jim? she laughs studying me closely. ?Your face is all purple
and you?re all groggy? she chuckled. It was true, I could hardly co-ordinate
myself to move my hands. ?My legs have you right on the edge of passing out?
she looks me right in the eye with a tight smirk on her kissable mouth. ?Don?t
believe me? Then how about I tighten my legs even further to increase the
pain?? she taunted. No, surely it wasn?t physically possible for a woman of
her build to squeeze any harder. My leggy sister-in law unbent her legs and
stretched them out against the sides of my head. Hot sexy columns of sheer
nylon-clad feminine muscular power bore down upon the sides of my face and I
realised in horror that I was wrong.

?It?s funny but when I was younger, men never gave me a second look. They
called me scrawny and a dork. They used to bully me rotten? she told me as
another twist of her hips slammed the side of my face down against the
bed-covers. My vision blurred, my heart pounded loudly in my ears and it felt
like my neck would snap at any moment. There was no doubt that she was fully
in charge, manipulating me however she wanted with those sexy legs. I was
completely at her mercy and it turned me on like crazy and yes, my dick was
absolutely rigid. ?Now when I?m older and have kids, I find guys like you
staring at my legs like you really fancy me?. I was really struggling to cope
between the relentless pressure of her legs and didn?t think I could take much
more. She might have long slim legs with little visible signs of muscle other
than her sexy calves and a hint of sleekness in her thighs but she could
really power down a never-tiring agonising head-scissors. ?It?s so unfair? she
complained ?When I wanted boys to notice me they ignored me and now when it?s
too late all they are interested in are my legs. Sometimes it makes me so
angry I wish I could get them between my thighs? she said while raising
herself up on her arms, sending the crushing pressure through the roof. ?Jeez
no!? I cried ?and just CRUSH? ?Argggghhh!? My eyes were rolling around so much
I felt sick and had to close them. ?and SQUEEZE? ?Kkkurkk! Kkkurk!? she
powered down so hard her crotch was pressing right into my throat choking me
while her adductors sliced into my throat like steel pincers. ?Yes Jim? I
heard her voice over the terrible noise in my head. ?I?m knocking you
out..RIGHT? ?Orrrrgh!? flashes of light blasted my closed eyes and I felt
nauseous. ?NOW!? ?

?Mmurr!? a spasm shook my body so hard that I bounced on the bed-covers.
Opening my eyes in startled bewilderment, for a moment I couldn?t work out
where I was. ?Flipping heck, You went out!? Marianne?s excited cry drew me
back to my senses. My dick went very rigid indeed as I realised that she had
knocked me out with her legs. I looked across to the corner of the room where
her voice had came from and marvelled at the sight of eye-watering lengths of
slim legs with shapely calves with the sheen of sheer black stockings
reflecting the room?s lights. ?The way you just went out between my legs was
so effing hot!? she exclaimed ?I nearly came all over your face!?. She raised
her left leg and began removing her skirt. ?Wh..what are you doing?? I
exclaimed as the skirt came off and was folded neatly before being placed on
the sideboard. The long lines of her legs were now revealed in all their
wonderful glory, matt black stocking tops and all, all the way to her hips
courtesy of a daringly cut skimpy pair of panties. ?This makes it easier to
kick your arse? she replied.

My sister-in law might not be supermodel material. Not that there were any
signs of fat or flabbiness on her slim body. Her arms, legs, swan-like neck
and chin were firm but bearing children had taken its toll on her mid-section.
Although that too was in the main flat and firm, the sides of her trunk
weren?t as taut and there were a few stretch marks. She hardly would have made
a fitness contest, but standing there in just her bra, panties, stockings and
suspenders had me aching to do things to her other than fight. I just had to
get closer to this incredibly erotic image of my sister-in law knowing that
I?d probably never see her like this again. ?Come on Marianne? I said as I got
off the bed to walk over to her, unable to stop my eyes wandering over her
body in her undies as she showed more of her body than I?d ever seen before.
?You?ve made your point. You?re good at defending yourself. Come and sit down
and get comfy? ?I know how you want to get comfy Jim and you?re not getting
any?. I knew it was wrong, but the sight of her undressed had me throbbing in
my trousers in pure lust. Not to mention how constantly stiff her unbelievably
sexy stocking-clad legs were making me. ?What a MILF? I groaned before
realising I had said that out loud. ?Jack now has a baby so that would make me
a GILF? she replied with an amused arch of her eyebrows. ?You?re the sexiest
granny I?ve ever met? I groaned in appreciation.

Despite how I felt about her, I was shocked when her hands moved either side
of her knickers and began to pull them down. ?Woah stop! What are you doing??
I cried. ?Isn?t this what you want Jim?? she purred seductively bending one
leg at the knee slightly in front of the other, a pose that really showed off
their slim eye-watering length of sheer nylon sheathed cock-hardening
sensuality. ?Orrrr!? I groaned ?Your legs are amazing?. My dick was so hard it
was pressing awkwardly against the inside of my trousers. Lifting a leg she
stepped out of her knickers. ?Marianne no!? I cried and tried to grab her
hand. Her hand shot into the air out of my grasp and I caught sight of the
excited eagerness in her eyes. ?HAI!? she cried sharply while glaring at me
through her glasses, making me jump as her hand held with fingers together
slashed down like a knife. ?Arghh!? the edge of her hand thudded against the
left side of my neck shocking my system like an electric cattle prod. My face
jerked up and caught a glimpse of her cold grim stare as her hand rose and
swiftly fell again. ?KIYAAH!? Her hand chopped the other side of my neck.
Bolts of pain lanced through my nervous system, totally incapacitating me for
a few moments. Once again I was stunned by how advanced my sister-in law?s
self-defence skills were.

?Actually Jim? her voice cut through the frazzle in my head ?This is so I
don?t mess them when I cum in your face when I knock you out again? she
continued to stare at me in that exciting cold arrogant way of hers and raised
her open-palmed hand as her other hand reached down for her knickers to
complete their removal. ?Try to stop me again, Jim? she challenged. With her
hard expression and hand raised menacingly poised to chop me helpless, I felt
nervous to even try. ?Please try? she taunted, her nipples noticeably erect.
The capable way she held her hands made my imagination run riot of how they
would chop me to bits. ?Please Marianne, I don?t want to fight you? I told her
although the thought of getting my hands on that scantily-clad body was very
tempting. ?Fighting? Ha! Don?t make me laugh? she sneered ?This isn?t
fighting, this is kicking your sex-crazed arse?. ?And with these legs? she
gestured to them and my eyes instantly followed, quickly skipping over the
small patch of blonde pubic hair at her crotch. Marianne really did have the
best pair of legs of anyone that I knew. She turned her right leg outwards
proudly showing it off and of course my eyes followed drinking in their long
lines and sensual curves. ?They can really kick as I demonstrated earlier? she
said with a smug smile. Her magnified hard eyes never stopped staring with a
firm set to her mouth that made her look like a very stern teacher, albeit one
in sexy lingerie and shamelessly exposing her pussy. Even with her closely
watching I found it hard not to keep staring.

?My legs are very flexible too, considering my age and that I had kids? she
announced. A black streak of motion took me by surprise as her right leg
soared skywards in the blink of an eye, giving me a fright as it narrowly
missed my face. My heart pounded in my chest knowing that kick would have
really hurt and probably have knocked me out if it had connected. Marianne
caught her leg held it against the front of her shoulder pointing towards the
ceiling like a very sexy flagpole. ?Phroar!? I moaned at the sheer flexibility
of my sister-in law doing the standing splits right in front of me. Add to
that, the sheer black stockings and suspenders and well-filled bra and my dick
strained for release from my trousers. What sent me over the edge was the
sight of her pussy brazenly on show. With one leg vertically upright while
standing on the other, it was impossible to ignore her sex. ?Orrr Marianne!? I
groaned, taking a step towards that lust-inducing raised limb and that exposed
pleasure-box of femininity that I just wanted to plunge my manhood into. She
maintained that constant unnerving cold stare and I thought I caught a hint of
a tight smile as if this was the reaction she wanted. Her leg dropped back to
the floor and I braced myself for more high-speed high-altitude head bashing.

Instead, with a knowing glance at my twitching trouser-tent, Marianne pressed
herself against me while continuing staring into my eyes. Some men would find
her plain but in my eyes she had a prettiness that was genuine and less
cosmetic than those wannabes you see on TV. ?What are you going to do about
it, Jim?? she said in a soft seductive voice. ?Orrrrr!? I swear I tried to
retain control, I truly did. Her well-stuffed bra pressed against my chest as
she moved her face until we were nose to nose and I could feel her hot breath
on my lips. With erect nipples pressing into my chest and her small kissable
mouth barely an inch away, I had pulled her into my arms and melded my lips to
hers. Letting my inhibitions go and meeting no resistance I kissed her with
frenzied passion while my hands pulled her closer by her tight compact
buttocks that felt wonderfully bare and devoid of clothing other than the
suspender belts running over her hips. Suddenly her backside pushed back
against my hands as she broke off the kiss and stepped back. Holding my shirt
at upper chest level she suddenly jumped up, folding her legs towards her
chest with knees bent. ?Nnorr!? Her feet slammed together into my gut. Hanging
onto me she leant right back upsetting my centre of gravity and pulling me
down rapidly towards the floor. With a glimpse of her stockings and bare
crotch, I saw her fall beneath me as I plummeted towards her. Before I could
squish her, those hot legs straightened as her back rolled upon the floor. A
surge of strength flowed through her feet against my belly, hurling me high
into the air as my body arced over hers. It all happened so incredibly fast
and the thought that my back was going to hit the floor hard had barely formed
in my mind when I crashed into the bed covers and bounced softly. Lying on the
bed I was staggered. Good grief! She had just thrown me! She was just an
ordinary housewife yet after a course in self-defence my sister-in had combat
skills like a marine! How was a normal man expected to cope with women like
that?

My thoughts were rudely shattered when Marianne leapt astride me with her legs
spread wide exposing her pussy to me like a pornstar. Grabbing the front of my
shirt she rolled me to one side, her legs opening up like some kind of
predator to ensnare me. I felt a leg slip beneath me then as she rolled me
back I found my middle sandwiched between her thighs. I had to admit that they
looked stunning with the patch of pale bare skin at the very top in stark
contrast with the matt black of the stocking tops and those in turn with the
sensual sheerness of the black nylons clinging to every line and curve like a
second skin. My hands felt the lovely beauties lying across my belly with the
other leg resting uncomfortably across the small of my back. Of course she
crossed her ankles and squeezed. ?Uh!? the upper leg pressed down compressing
my gut making it hard to draw a full breath. A thick noticeable sleek slab of
feminine muscle stands proud from her slim thighs looking as hard as steel
beneath the sheer black nylon. ?Jeez! Look at that muscle bulge! Oh eff! I
feel so powerful? she cries proudly. I didn?t need to look, I could feel the
strength caving in my middle. Ordinarily when her legs were relaxed, there was
no noticeable muscle other than her sexy calves flexing when she walked or
wore heels, even better both. However when she applied a scissor hold her
sleek outer thighs bulged into prominence, a thick ridge of sexy muscle
capable of crushing any man to a whimpering mess.

?Aaa..aaa!? adding to the intensity of the body-scissors, Marianne?s adductors
cut into my left side like an oversized pair of scissors. ?Strong adductors? I
gasped, grasping at her slim rock-hard legs. ?Where?? she exclaimed, looking
around the room in confusion ?I?d like to see them try. I?d give them a good
kicking then knock them out too?. ?Inner thighs ? you?ve ? strong inner
thighs? I gasped. I?m not sure she understood or even cared. In response and
with an exaggerated yawn, her legs flattened my middle and I experienced what
female power was all about. I was astonished that she could squeeze with such
ferocity and with such relentless stamina. The pressure was insane from such a
slim pair of legs. I was short of breath and light-headed. I struggled to get
free by tugging on her shin but her legs were as unyielding as steel girders.
?Please?.? I gasped rocking back and forth on the bed in vain ?Can?t
breathe...please..stop?. With that cold hard stern stare that drove me wild,
she ignored me. ?Why Jim, you're as hard as a rock!. You love it? she exclaims
with her hand on my trouser-bulge. Sandwiched helplessly between her thighs
there?s nothing I can do to stop her as she unzips my files and releases my
manhood. ?No ? stop!? I gasp as her hand encloses it and begins pumping. ?Oh
feck you?re so hard! That really turns me on. I want to force you to cum? she
tells me. ?I?m going to squeeze your middle like a tube of toothpaste and it?s
going blast out here? she chuckled as her hand pumped away. ?Arrrr!? I groan
in a mix of pain and arousal as my sister-in law steadily works my dick so
hard that I no longer want her to stop. Bending her upper body she pulls her
face close then begins kissing down the side of my neck, working my erogenous
zones while I squirm in her strong legs. ?Mmmm! Mmmm!? her lips press against
mine kissing me passionately in a long lingering series of kisses that had me
thrusting my hips as my dick got hard beyond belief. Her tongue slipped inside
my mouth to French kiss me and I nearly lost it completely. She stopped to
stare me straight in the eyes to tell me. ?I?m now going to force you to shoot
your wad?. Resuming the hand job while continuing to scissor me, I had no
chance and was soon bucking my hips moaning loudly. ?Nnngh! Nnnngh! Nnnnarrr!?
my dick blasted with vigour. ?Feck! Such big spurts? she cried ?Jeez look at
that one! Is that all for me??. Spent, I collapsed back with Marianne?s leggy
embrace around my middle. ?Well you?ve had your fun? she said as I lay on my
back panting ?Now it?s time to have mine and put your lights right out?.

With that Marianne placed her hands palm down upon the bed and raised herself
up on her arms while leaning back then straightening her thighs. Dear God! I
was arching up in throes of excruciating agony as her slim legs turned to
bulging muscular man-crushers. With those hard inner thighs biting into my
sides, it was like she was going to slice me in two. In desperation I pushed
my hands against her thighs while writhing in agony crying with pain. Sheer
agony burnt throughout my twitching body as it arced back with her legs
squeezing out every molecule of air. With my mouth gaping wide unable to
inhale I sagged back to the bed, unable to find the energy to resist,
staggered by the overwhelming feminine strength in her legs. Over the pounding
of my heart in my ears I can hear her moaning as she begins to cum while
rocking and piling on the pressure on my rapidly weakening body. While she is
having an orgasm, I am in the brutal grip of her silky nylon-sheathed wonders,
certain my diaphragm is going to burst as every nerve and muscle strains
within. A black mist overwhelms me as her orgasmic cries get louder and I feel
like I?m falling down a deep dark well in utter defeat at the sexy legs of my
sister-in law.

?Mmur!? my eyes open with a start as my arms and legs jerk to find myself on a
bed looking up at the ceiling. A shift in the mattress and I become aware of
Marianne kneeling close by watching me. Wearing only a bra and stockings with
suspenders, her love nest stares out from between her thighs. Her fingers move
provocatively around the area. ?You better give me a big one or I?ll knock out
you real slow and painful the next time? she stated as her fingers rubbed her
clit. Oh God! It was tempting but I felt awful guilt. ?Marianne. I don?t know.
It feels wrong? I tried to explain. With a stern determined look she began to
move towards me. ?You are my sister-in law. Family. It?d be wrong? I began to
back away only to find myself at the end of the bed. ?I?d feel guilty? I
added. ?That didn?t stop you coming on to me? she stated, moving closer. I
stepped onto the floor and began to move backwards. ?Admit it, this is your
dream come true? she said absolutely smouldering with sensuality. She looked
so hot that my resolve wavered for a moment. In that moment she pounced.
Leaping off the bed and pushing my back right up against wall, her
scantily-clad body pressed against me. Those blue eyes bored into me with
laser-like intensity enlarged by her glasses while her small mouth held firm.
?I?ve just been playing with you up to now Jim? she stated. ?I could really
hurt you if I wanted?. A tight smile pushed up the edges of her cheeks. ?I?m
going to have a blooming big orgasm? she stated bluntly then underlined it
with a long lick up my neck that had me moaning with wanton desire. She stared
at me then stated ?on your face?.

?Hai!? the shout made me jump and the next instant her fist drove deep into my
belly. ?Urrrr!? I cursed myself for being badly winded with just one punch. No
matter how I fought it, my upper body creased over my gut. I saw her right arm
swing up bent at the elbow. ?Hai!? the point hammered the back of my neck. The
impact made my shoulders jerk up while bending almost 90 degrees before her. I
had no breath to scream when her palms slapped down upon the back of my neck
and a stocking-clad thigh twitched driving a knee like an express train
towards my face. Bracing myself for excruciating agony I was surprised when
the top of her thigh above the knee met my face with a soft but forceful bump.
Continuing to raise her knee, she forced me to stand straighter. ?It?s lucky I
like you Jim. I could have easily bust your face? she stated. Like a
well-oiled fighting machine, the leggy blonde faced me grabbing my shoulder
with one hand while the other grasped my right elbow. Turning around, her
compact bare backside brushed against my groin while her right hand slipped
around my waist and the other slipped to my wrist. A slight bend of her knees
and her buttocks thrust forcefully into my groin. In a dizzying whirl, my feet
left the floor and my body rode over her hip. Even as I flipped over I could
feel her controlling my fall, steering my flight towards the bed. Barely had I
thought that when my back slammed into the soft bed covers. Not only had my
sexy sister-in law flipped me easily with a hip throw but had shown skill in
doing so. She was more advanced in self-defence than I first thought and
suspected the influence of the Militant Wing of The Salvation Army.

Still in possession of my wrist, Marianne bent back my hand forcing me onto my
side facing away from her. Climbing onto the bed behind me, one foot stepped
over me before the back of the heel tucked itself against the side of my neck.
That gave me a close-up view of a muscled diamond of calve jutting out in bold
relief of sheer black nylons with a stocking seam running over it vertically.
Sitting down behind she pulled my right arm between her thighs then lay back
at right angles to my body. With the rasp of sheer nylon against my neck, the
semi-teardrop shaped calve was a solid weighty but very feminine pillar
pressing down at an angle across one side of my throat while the shin of the
other leg tucked in against my armpit. ?Oh Marianne!? I sighed as the leggy
goddess immobilized me with a side arm-bar. Dominated by her self-defence
skills my erection awoke with a vengeance.

I was acutely aware of my sister-in-law?s pussy rubbing against the back of my
elbow as it was pulled over her crotch. ?Ahh ahh!? I yelped as she
hyperextended my elbow joint. ?Ahh! No please!? I begged as more agony was
inflicted as a thumb pressed into the base of my wrist made the hand flop
forwards which was then pressed painfully towards my forearm. I was squealing
and writhing in agony. ?Shush! Have some consideration for the other guests?
she scolded while pressing her foot over my mouth to shut me up. Pulling back
on my arm, I had no choice but to taste the nylon. She laughed as she ground
the sole of her foot against my lips. ?Oh you love it really? she chuckled,
rocking her foot back and forth across my face. A sudden press of my hand in
her wrist-lock had me opening my mouth to cry out, only for it to be filled by
the back of her heel. ?Lick it Jim and I might consider showing you mercy? she
chuckled. Her cruel dominance was so stimulating that I licked the heel in my
mouth trying to block out the raspy taste. ?Or maybe not? she laughed,
removing her heel. Hooking a semi-peardrop of dangling calve over my face she
pulled back on my arm really hard. ?Jeez no! You?ll break my arm!? I cried as
she suddenly threw her hips into the air. ?Arghh please stop!? I begged
certain my arm would break at any second. ?Argkk!? my neck involuntarily rose
causing me to choke upon her large firm calve.

?What a woose!" Marianne chuckled as her backside returned to the bed. ?You
like my strong legs don?t you Jim?? she asked with a smouldering look of stern
superiority that kept my dick rigid. Lifting away from my neck the leg stayed
close to my face turning this way and that to tease me with it?s erotic
beauty. The room lights reflect sensuously off the sheer black nylons
enhancing its sleek shape. The black seams running up the back of her nylons
are a constant reminder of the extremely enticing lack of clothing. As that
sexy leg continues to flaunt itself right in front of my face, the agonising
wrist-bending hold is forgotten as I adore the long sweep of the top of her
thigh, the more pronounced curves of her hamstrings on the underside, the long
straight line of her shin backed by the dramatic large hanging muscle of her
calves. ?Beautiful? I sigh in true appreciation. ?Then kiss it? she ordered
pointing to her calves before lowering the sexy hanging semi-teardrop until it
was pressing against my lips. This time I didn?t hesitate and eagerly kissed
the weighty muscle over and over until it finally lifted away. Swinging behind
my head it gently nudged it up. A twist of my arm had me on my belly between
her open legs staring at her pussy. ?Kiss it? she demanded pointing to the
inside of her thigh. Her sheer authoritative attitude was so dominant that I
just got stuck in and began adoring her inner thighs with reverent passion.

?Now there? she demanded pointing to her crotch. Giving me no time to think
she used my arm to pull me forwards with one hand while guiding the back of my
head with the other. My face was rammed right into her pussy with those strong
thighs immediately closing up around my head, locking me back up in a very
sexy prison of her own making. ?Pleasure me? she demanded folding a solid
meaty calve behind my head. ?Make me cum all over your face?. It was a
dominant order not a friendly request. Her beautiful slender legs tightened
like an anaconda squeezing tight to encourage me to carry out her command. It
wasn?t necessary as I was so turned on that I immediately begin nuzzling into
her lightly haired patch to find her clit with my tongue. ?Orr eff!? she
moaned in delight. ?Deeper. Go on, get your tongue right in there?. With her
thighs raised vertically around my head like silky-clad columns of steely
feminine power, my head was kept firmly in place with my nose mashed against
her fuzzy patch and my mouth pressed firm against her pussy. ?You?re not going
anywhere until I?ve had a blooming big one on your face? she declared. With
that her sleek legs slid tighter around my head like a nylon-sheathed noose to
ensure I serviced her for what seemed like an age. She began to breath deeper
and louder, giving wonderful little sighs of pleasure that just spurred me on,
determined to give this leggy blonde a big orgasm. ?Orrr you?re the best
brother-in law ever? she moaned in a voice dripping with breathy passion. ?I
don?t give a flying feck if its wrong. It feels wonderful?

Just as I began to think I couldn?t lick no more, Marianne clamped down the
figure 4 tighter than I could have imagined for such slender legs. ?Don?t you
dare stop licking? she warned. Her leggy stranglehold was so tight it was
beginning to choke me. ?Ohh Jim!? she sighed loudly ?I love it. Your pain and
my pleasure is so effing delicious?. With a big moan her pussy rubbed into my
face with small up and down movements that got stronger and deeper as her
moans got louder and more frequent. ?Ohhh eff I?m so wet and horny? her juices
covered my nose and lips with slime. Her strong legs continued to hold my face
captive, an inescapable prison that I didn?t even try to get out. ?Look at me,
you bugger? she moaned as she rode my face vertically like some kind of
obscene slot racer. ?Look at me and see how much I?m enjoying this? she gasped
in a voice full of yearning. Moaning more frequently her pussy slid over my
nose and mouth making it hard to breathe let alone pleasure her. I found that
all I could do was lie there being used by my horny sister-in law as she
ground her pussy on my face. Marianne was bucking her hips so fast that I was
nothing more than a sex toy upon which she was pleasuring herself. ?Oh Eff!
Look at the colour of your face? she gasps ?It?s all purple?. I didn?t need to
look I could feel how hot it felt. ?Oh Eff! That really makes me so effing
juicy, I really want to scissor you hard and hurt you?. With that she squeezed
against the sides of my trapped head, flexing her strong thighs in what seemed
to be wild random waves of mind-crushing agony as she lost herself in a wild
frenzy focussed on her arousal. I?m getting very turned on myself but I can?t
move and can?t get much air. I?m weakening fast while this scantily clad woman
rides my face with wild abandon. ?Oh Eff, eff, eff!? her cries of passion got
louder while the waves of sheer power from her flexing thighs sent me into a
swirling spiralling pit of sensory depravation.

I awoke with a jolt only to find myself being battered by Marianne?s
frantically bucking pussy lathering my face. ?Oh Eff! Oh Eff!? she moaned. So
intent upon building herself up to an orgasm, she hadn?t even noticed that her
sexy legs had knocked me out again. Either that or she had and put her
pleasure ahead of my well-being. ?Oh Feck! Oh Feck!? she gasped as her silky
smooth thighs squeezed hard in orgasmic spasms. Her legs are so strong I feel
myself spiralling towards the edge as she mashes my face frantically. Cumming
hard and loud while squirting all over my face, her deceptively strong slim
legs flexing and pulsing in uninhibited frenzy obliterated me again.

?Mur!? I came around with a jerk to find my movements restricted. I?m very
groggy and it took me a while to realise that Marianne was sitting high upon
my chest with walls of stocking-clad thighs framing my face. She was
completely naked apart from a suspender belt from which hung the black
suspenders that held up her stockings. The sight of her hot near-naked body
went straight to my groin. With my face framed by her thighs, I stared up over
her fairly flat stomach at her bare breasts and a nice size they were too.
?That?s it, look at my tits Jim? her voice came down from upon high. I saw her
face peering over the soft wobbly mounds with her scary magnified eyes glaring
down at me. ?I?m not finished with you yet? she said. ?Eff Jim!? she exclaimed
?That was blooming amazing?. I was acutely aware of the scent of her juices.
?The way you went out like a flipping light-bulb? she exclaimed ?Fff..lipping
heck! that gave me another orgasm right on top of the first?. I really wanted
to get up and wash the smell of her love scent off my face but my shoulders
are pinned by the backs of her thighs while the back of my head was resting on
her calves crossed beneath in a sort of schoolgirl pin-figure 4 head-scissors
combo.

?Marianne. Let me up? I begged. ?Guess what Jim?? she ignored my request. ?The
thought of what I just did makes me so blooming horny. That I want another
one. Right now?. She waved her hands before my face with the forefingers
pointing to her crotch. ?You?re going to lick my pussy again and then I?m
going to knock you out once more as I climax which should make me cum again?
she said running a finger gently over my forehead. ?Please Marianne no. Don?t
knock me out again? I begged ?it?s dangerous to keep knocking someone out?.
?Oh nonsense? she scoffed ?where did you hear that rubbish?? ?I?ve read lots
of articles on the web that say that. Please Marianne you might leave me with
brain damage or worse? I pleaded while her breasts jiggled around as she
laughed. ?Oh Jim! You don?t want to believe everything you read on the
Internet?. With that she clenched her thighs together squeezing the sides of
my face. The inward compression of her long slim thighs squashes my cheeks and
jaw with astonishing force, pushing my lips into a tight oval. ?Oh you look so
silly with your cheeks puffed up and your mouth pouting like that, like a long
narrow sucker? she laughs. ?You?re so powerless and pathetic. It?s a wonder
that you don?t get used by women all the time? she teased. ?Ooo oooo!? I tried
to reply but it?s hard to speak when your mouth is all squashed up by a lovely
pair of legs. Marianne laughed hard at that. ?Oh you?re making monkey noises
now are you??. She tightened her strong leggy noose sealing my lips tight. ?Oh
your sucker-mouth is too irresistible? she said ?I?m going to sit my pussy
right on there and use you?.

Totally unable to stop her, my sister-in-law sat on my face, positioning her
pussy right on my squashed-up mouth with my nostrils pressed against the front
of her fuzzy patch. Those long strong thighs squeezed the sides of my face
tight as if trying to force themselves to meet in the middle. ?Mmmmm!? my dick
sprang to instant flagpole. ?I?m sitting on your face, Jim. What are you going
to do about it?? she challenged ?Mmm! Mmmm!? I protested but she just laughed.
?Oh yes Jim, keep doing that and I?ll soon cum all over your face?. Her strong
thighs were distorting my face so much that I couldn?t even slide my tongue
out through my compressed lips to satisfy her even if I wanted to. Not that it
seemed to bother her. With her pussy pressing down upon my enforced trout
mouth, she began to rock back and forth, working herself off upon my lips.
?Orrrr, I love this? she taunts as she rocked and wriggled her pussy on my
face ?I?m going to knock you out and cum all over your face at the same time?.
Trapped in this humiliating position beneath my sister-in law by her sexy
stocking-sheathed legs, I can only lie there, completely helpless as she uses
my face as a sex toy for her pleasure. ?Oh Eff! This is so delicious mmmmm!?
she moans while gradually building herself up towards to an orgasm. I can only
groan into her pussy while desperately trying to get a few breaths as she
slides back and forth. ?Oh Jim, oh Jim!? she moaned between gasps of carnal
joy ?this is so effing good?. ?Ohhhh!? her moans got more ecstatic as her
orgasm builds. ?Oh Feck! Look at you suffering beneath me. Jeez! That is
really making this more intense Eff!? she cried in a voice full of yearning.
Sliding back and forth across my mouth, she works herself into a frenzy, no
longer caring about the prisoner of her thighs who can barely draw any air.
?Ohhhh Feck!? she cried out as she went absolutely ape-sh*t, reaching the
point of no return as her climax began. ?Mmmm!? I cried into her furiously
riding pussy as powerful surges of power threatened to crack my cheeks, bust
my teeth and shatter my jaw as she reached her climax and came all over my
captive face. Barely had that begun to subside when she growled ?Now you?re
going out to give me another?. What could I do, pinned beneath a horny
dominant woman? Fully smothering my mouth and nose with her pussy, her thighs
squeezed really hard upon the sides of my face while her calves exerted a
strong pressure on the back of my head forcing my face even tighter against
her crotch. Oh God, was this to be death by pussy? ?Ohh Jim, Oh eff, go out
you bugger!? she cried pressing down hard upon my face while crushing the
sides of my head with her slim thighs. Her wet slippery pussy prevented me
breathing while the pressure from her legs was brutal. Helplessly pinned
beneath her as she scissored my head while smothering me, I was panicking as I
couldn?t breathe at all. That?s when she began to cum on my face with her
juices feeling like a veritable torrent. ?Ohhhh you?re going, you?re going?
she moaned as my eyes went all funny and my vision swirled. ?Oh eff I?m
cumming? I heard her as my hearing faded.

I awoke with a start only to experience the pleasurable feel of a hefty
well-shaped calve sheathed in sheer nylon caressing the side of my face. I
took hold of the slim ankle intending to move it away, but found myself
running a hand along the gently outward taper and then over the semi-tear drop
of hanging calve muscle, feeling it?s hefty weight and the hardness of the
calve heads. ?Beautiful just beautiful? I moan before leaning forwards to kiss
it with reverence. Marianne said nothing but just sat there staring at me with
a hard unreadable expression. The sight of her beautiful bare breasts reminded
me that she was completely naked other than her stockings and suspenders.
Rubbing her right thigh, she then pointed to it. Unable to resist, I slid my
hands along the sides of her sleek smooth thighs running one hand back and
forth over the long slab of outer thigh muscle then began to kiss that too.
When she ran her palms along her inner thighs before pointing to her bare
crotch, I had qualms about sticking my face between those devastating muscles
again and backed off. Getting to my knees on the bed, I moved towards her and
gave her a gentle peck on the cheek, resisting the temptation to grab her and
trying to have my wicked way with her. ?It?s been fun passing the evening with
you but I?m tired. We?ve a long drive home tomorrow and I better get some
sleep.? I explained before getting up and heading to the bathroom to wash my
face and brush my teeth before going to bed.

I had assumed that Marianne would get dressed and return to her own room but
when I came back she was inside the bedsheets with her specs on the bedside
unit. ?I couldn?t be arsed to go back to my room. I don?t want to sleep on my
own? she explained looking rather cute at me over the sheets. ?I just want to
stay here with you?. She looked so adorable I couldn?t say no, so got in next
to her. When she snuggles up to me I?m startled to find that she is completely
naked. I?m only a man for Pete?s sake, I couldn?t help but get aroused. Of
course lying against me, she noticed. ?Cor Jim! Yes please!? she whispered
softly and began to get really frisky kissing me passionately arousing me
further. I tried to resist the temptation but she won?t take no for an answer.
What started off a playful tussle soon became more serious as she kicked back
the bedsheets. Leaping across on top of my belly she used both hands to pull
my left arm out to one side. Turning right around my arm got tangled in her
legs before she fell forwards across my chest. I found my left arm now firmly
clamped between her thighs. Grabbing my other arm and slipping her right arm
beneath the upper part, she grabbed her left forearm and pressed down. ?Arghh
arghh stop please!? I begged as my arm bent backwards stressing my elbow joint
the wrong way. The feel of her naked body lying across me was exciting but the
cross-body pin double arm lock felt like my elbows would bust at any moment
and had me begging for her to stop.

After letting me suffer for a while Marianne released my arms then span her
naked body around on top of me. Her right leg brushed my face as it skims past
to drop down by the side of my face whilst the other leg simultaneously slams
against the left side of my head. Instantly her thighs close tight against the
sides of my head in a reverse head-scissor. The feel of her soft bare skin on
either side of my neck and my lower head combined with the view of her
beautiful compact backside mere inches away from my face was wonderful. The
lovely walls of her inner thighs close in to squeeze tight, the pressure
around my head soon becoming painful. I grab hold of the backs of her legs
with the sleek hamstrings standing proud, tugging at them to stop her
adductors biting into my neck. However they were as solid and immobile as
steel rails. ?Orrghh!? the inward pressure she can exert with those long slim
legs is scary. They are like a steel vice but far sexier. ?Unnh unnnh!? I
can?t stop grunting as her thighs flex really hard. A barrage of exquisite
agony smashes like jack-hammers against the sides of my skull as she flexes
and relaxes her glutes in quick succession. My hands fly to her tight and
beautifully rounded backside. As I did, her buttocks hardened with her glutes
flexing into tight balls under my palms, driving raw feminine power through
her legs. Instantly my vision blurred and darkened. Her beautiful bubble-butt
relaxed easing off the debilitating pressure, bringing me back from the brink.
?Jeez! I nearly knocked you out there. Wow!? I heard her exclaim over the
pounding of my heart in my ears. ?Eff! I?m having some of that? she exclaimed
in excitement reaching back to grab the back of my head and pull my face right
against her crotch.

A calve folded behind my head locking me into a reverse figure 4
face-scissors, pulling my nose and mouth further forward burying them in her
damp pussy. My eyes could only look up at her perfectly rounded buttocks and
the curvaceous valley between. ?Mmm mmmmm!? I squealed in protest trying to
struggle but drained of energy I had to stop, accepting that there was no way
to break free of my sister-in law?s thighs. They were squeezing so hard I
could barely think straight so it was several moments before I realised that
there was a warm hand wrapped around my erection. ?Ooh you like it rough? she
teased as her hand slid up and down my shaft in long tantalising pumps. I
tried to struggle again but she just reached back with one hand, grabbed hold
of her left foot and pulled the leggy triangle of head-crushing agony even
tighter. ?Mmmm! mmmm!? her ass-muscles ate up my face while her hair pussy
muffled my cries. All the while, one hand remained pumping my dick with
greater vigour while I struggled not to pass out. Marianne?s pert backside
flexed squashing my nose closed with her glutes while her thighs of iron
crushed the sides of my head and her adductors bit into my neck then relaxed
letting the blood flow back to my head. Each squeeze caused my vision to
narrow and darken as she took me to the edge with her deadly arse and legs
while pressing my nose and mouth deeper between her clenching glutes.
Throughout this, Marianne?s hand never wavered as it pumped my dick steadily
increasing the tempo. ?Aww! is your wicked sister-in law wanking you off?? she
teased before another flex of her glutes nearly put me away.

?Mmmmrrrr!? I moaned into her backside as I felt the tip of her tongue teasing
me with light little dabs around the head of my dick that had me moaning like
an idiot. ?Men! You?re so easily controlled by your cocks? she laughed.
?Mmmm!? her mouth fully engulfed my shaft and I began thrusting my hips like a
lunatic in a desperate desire to work myself off inside her warm wet mouth.
?Oh do you want to cum?? she teased between sucks. ?Mmmm mmm!? I groaned my
affirmative. ?Do you want me to suck you dry?? she teased. ?Mmmmm!? I moaned
as a really deep suck deep-throated me. I could feel myself building up to
orgasm and thrust my hips even faster. ?I don?t think so? she laughed. With my
nose and mouth muzzled by her tight muscular arse I began to choke as she
clenched her buttocks and really poured on the pressure. I didn?t stand a
chance, and fell immediately into a dark swoon. Game over, Lights out!

I awoke to find Marianne?s naked body lying on top of me as she kissed me
feverishly. ?Oh Eff oh eff? she kept moaning. The next thing I noticed was the
ache inside the top of my legs and realised that she has spread my legs wide
in a grapevine press. ?Oh God, Jim. feck me feck me? she moans between wild
passionate kisses. A tightness around my dick and I am shocked to find that
she has impaled herself on my erection while I was unconscious and is now
riding me with short vigorous thrusts of her hips and backside. ?Argg arrr!? I
cry with each thrust of her pelvis against my crotch as she plunges herself
down sending agonising lances of pain radiating down the inside of my thighs.
?Oh feck this is so good? she gasps as her hips thrust faster riding me while
leaning forwards to slobber her mouth all over my face and the side of my
neck. Her body is so energetic and strong, I?m overwhelmed by her dominant
lovemaking, taking all the pleasure while keeping me in agony with her strong
legs. I?m astonished by her sheer sexual energy and to be honest finding it a
little scary. ?Oh feck, you were so hard when I knocked you out, I just had to
have it? she gasped between moans of impeding pleasure. ?Kurt just can?t keep
up with me?. Suddenly I remember a remark her husband made to me years ago. We
had gone with our families to an organised bonfire night at the rugby club. It
was cold frosty night and we were walking back to the cars when I found myself
walking slightly behind the rest with Kurt. ?If your wife is anything like
Marianne, god help you? he chuckled in a low voice so he wouldn?t be overheard
?She just keeps going? he added. At the time I thought he was just bragging
but as she kept riding me after already cumming several times I began to
wonder whether he actually said ?God help me?. ?Ohhh ohhh eff eff efffff!? she
moaned as she climaxed triggering my own ejaculation even though my legs were
in agony.

After she got off me my legs were too stiff to get up and go to the bathroom
to clean up so just lay back and tried to fall asleep then and there. My
sister-in law stayed the whole night in my room, cuddling up to me. The guilt
over what I?d just done made it difficult to get to sleep. The feel of her
nude body against me didn?t help either. Not that I got much sleep because she
kept waking up wanting more sex but not until she had dominated me in a
different scissor hold while working me hard with a hand or her mouth before
mounting and riding me. When I could no longer keep it up she would use my
face keeping me short of breath before knocking me out with her wet pussy
wriggling on my face as she came. By morning I was absolutely shattered. I had
to keep stopping at service stations for a strong coffee to try and keep my
eyes open as I slowly drove us back home. Yes the guilt shamed me and I knew
that our relationship would be awkward and would never be the same again
although I had to admit that I still fancied her.