Wicked Step-mother's dancer's legs
by JimP
Man gets a brutal dance lesson when claiming his inheritance


(c)Jim P 2020

'You've got to help me, you're my last hope' the man opposite begged. In his
late 50's Paul Junior, named after his father, was tall, scruffy and
overweight with a thin scrubby patch of unshaven silver hair around the jaw,
short greying hair and well-aged features. Wearing worn jeans, an old top and
a fleece jacket, he told me he'd been cut from his late Dad's inheritance by
his wicked step-mother who got the entire estate. 'And it's a tidy sum, I can
tell you' he added bitterly 'What's more, the ruthless witch shut the business
I set up with dad, magic props and fancy dress for parties. Left me on the
streets' 'The evil cow came to the shop with her legal heavies. Gave me 3
minutes to grab my stuff and go' he added 'One assistant was 4 months pregnant
and needed the money but she didn't care. Just turfed us out' 'Surely she
can't do that'' I said 'Well she did. It was only after going to the
employment tribunal that I got 2 months pay and 9 years redundancy' he told me
'She's a gold-digger. 20 years younger than Dad. A dolly bird show-girl that
got her hooks into him and made him ditch Mum' he sounded bitter 'You've no
idea what it's like to have a step-mother who's only a year older' 'You need a
solicitor, not me' I told him 'Yeah but she can afford much better ones. Dad
made her who she is' he was angry 'Without his name she is nothing but an
ageing jumped-up talentless dancer who craved the limelight' 'People think
she's a sweet innocent widow. I want you to expose her for the fraud she
really is. I've put up with her for years, breaking mum's heart. I want my
fair share then I want nothing more to do with her' I wasn't comfortable with
this but he kept begging.

Following his directions, I drove us to a picturesque village untouched by
mass development nestled on the banks of a river. 'Pricey' I remarked as I
drove through. 'Stockbrokers, politicians and council officers' Paul griped
"In other words crooks" I quipped and he laughed. Further on we came to a
place with tall walls either side of tall ornate metal gates with vertical
opaque glass panels between the bars. Stopping before them next to an intercom
panel mounted on a metal post, I lowered my window. "The code is my birthday'
he grinned. Entering the 6 digit number he dictated on the keypad, we waited
while the automatic gates opened. 'Rich bitches and their toys' he griped as I
drove forwards with the gates closing behind us. 'It's a mansion' I exclaimed
at the view of a large modern house then noticed it was raised on piles.
'River floods annually' he said 'Dad installed a pump system to drain the
land. Council told him to remove it. A big bribe shut them up' There were
several satellite buildings attached by glass-enclosed corridors 'Summer
house, guest house, gymnasium with built-in pool and dance studio' he
indicated. My VW Golf was conspicuously out of place as I parked next to a
top-end convertible Jag and Merc. 'Check the gym. I'll do the house' he
suggested. I agreed and made my way to a door in the inter-connecting corridor
to the building he indicated.

Walking along the windowed corridor, I felt guilty to be intruding in
someone's home. At the door at the end I found a large heated pool with white
tiled walls and big windows overlooking the river. Some people have it all. It
was empty so I continued along an interior corridor that passed a changing and
shower area then a small gym until it ended at an open doorway. Peeking in, I
saw a brightly lit room with a dark blue sprung floor, white walls and a
highly polished wooden pole which ran waist high around most of the perimeter.
Floor to ceiling mirrors made it very airy, as well as large roof windows and
suspended fluorescent strip lighting. This time I was not alone.

A petite slim woman with a thick mane of shoulder-length curly silvery blonde
hair had her back to me doing stretching exercises. About 5'2' tall, she wore
a form-fitting sleeveless black leotard, sheer black nylon tights and white
ballet shoes. The back of her left ankles were hooked over the pole with her
foot delicately pointed as she leant into it stretching her legs making
exciting small thrusts of her backside. The leotard is cut very wide and low
at the rear and I marvel at the taut hard shapes in her back that ripple
beneath the surface of her light skin. However my eyes kept going to her
calves, which although slender like the rest of her legs, kept flexing into
dense pointed slabs whenever she raised herself onto her toes. The outer side
of her calves had sinewy lines and a groove running along the side separating
the shin from the back of the curvaceous muscle itself. Even through the sheer
nylon they shone with a good tone and the way they relax into firm smoothness
with her feet on the floor then explode into muscular shapes as she went onto
her toes was arousing. I should have made my presence known but was
mesmerised.

Lowering the leg, she turned while holding the pole with one hand. My gaze
went to the figure-hugging leotard which emphasised a pleasantly shaped body
that was taut in all the right places, although perhaps slightly heavy around
the hips but not unduly so. Her bust was small but pleasing and her arms firm
while her face was delicate, small and elfin with good complexion. The
features were cute with high cheekbones and a long sleek nose above a pleasant
thin-lipped mouth. Small blue eyes sat beneath wisps of thin eyebrows and
surrounded by black mascara on her eyelashes. A few light wrinkles and creases
around the eyes and chin suggested she was in her early 60's while once blonde
hair now resembled white gold imparting a refined dignity as it tumbled down
around her ears and in a fringe across her forehead. Her neck was slender and
taut with little signs of ageing which met a well-defined clavicle across the
shoulder line. They say a woman's legs are the last part of their body to show
their age. Maybe it was the sheer black nylons covering blemishes and making
her legs look super smooth and perfect but they looked sensational. The
overhead lights reflected from the nylon sheen made them glow and shine in
ways that were captivating.

Her left leg swung high in front of her with ease until her knee was against
her shoulder. Her limberness stirred my groin as she grabbed the heel with one
hand and swung it around to her side, a beautiful long slim silky-smooth
shimmering flagpole. The top edge of the leg was straight as it was humanly
possible to get, with the top of her foot arched over in a graceful convex
curve towards her pointed toes while the sole of her foot formed an equally
elegant concave shape. The back of the leg possessed long smooth sensual
curves that swept over her well-shaped calves and the strong swell of
hamstrings. Returning the leg to the floor, the attractive lady crouched low
with thighs wide and knees pointed outward, making my dick lurch. Rising, she
brought her heels together to stand upon her toes causing strong bulges where
her quadriceps were. These were legs developed through dance rather than the
gym but no less sexy for it. Lowering herself into a crouch once more while
remaining en-point with her slim legs wide, her calves were thick hard slabs
with a notable edge around the arrow-headed points as she supported her weight
steadily upon her toes. Strong inner thighs led my gaze to her crotch modestly
covered by her leotard stretched tight over her lady-bump and again I felt
arousal. Raising herself up once more, while still on her toes, the dignified
lady bent sharply forwards to place her hands upon the floor. To my surprise
she effortlessly raised herself into a handstand with her legs vertical,
perfectly straight, steady and together with feet elegantly pointed. Now
watching her from the front, her calves were noticeable strong shapes sweeping
from slender ankles in beautiful curves. It was an impressive sight even more
so when she began to do push-ups, steadily raising and lowering her body upon
taut lean arms. With her pretty aged face set deep in concentration, her poise
was perfect, keeping her torso and legs dead straight and rock steady. Her
slim arms were lean and firm but not visibly muscular yet were able to lift
her body-weight with ease and without a tremor. I decided to knock on the door
to pretend I'd just arrived when, still maintaining a solid handstand, those
long slender legs shimmering sexily in skin-tight nylons opened wide in
opposite directions into a full side splits whilst raised upside down upon her
hands! She was facing my direction so I got full view of the insides of her
legs with my gaze drawn along visible inner thigh muscles to her crotch. My
dick was rigid for this classy fit step-MILF. Given her step-sons were old
enough to have kids of their own she could even be a step-GILF!

'Excuse me!' the lady suddenly exclaimed in indignation, staring right at me.
I flushed, she'd caught me looking! 'What do you think you're doing in my
property'' her voice was firm. As smooth as silk she swung herself back
upright with her sexy legs parting once more into a dick-lurching side-splits
yet made no attempt to rise and confront me. 'I'm sorry for startling you' I
apologised, stepping forwards while trying to conceal a hard-on "I'm Jim
Priest, a private detective. Your step-son let me in' 'I don't need to guess
which of my 3 step-sons that was" she remarked "No doubt he told you that I'm
the wicked step-mother' she said. 'I'm Debbie by the way' she introduced
herself then seemingly unconcerned by my presence, carried on stretching which
was a very distracting sight indeed. 'Do you always spy on women exercising''
she asked with a refined tone while doing the splits upon the floor 'No,
sorry. I didn't want to interrupt you" I lied "You are very flexible' 'I was
in the Royal Ballet' the gorgeous aged blonde replied, effortlessly flattening
her torso along the top of her right thigh and reaching for her foot 'I also
do Pilates and Yoga so I'm quite limber'. 'Did you know that Paul's home was
raided by The Police'" she asked while she made a not unpleasant bobbing
motion as she stretched out "He was cultivating cannabis and got a year
community service' She repeated the stretch along the other leg, a beautiful
sight to watch. 'I was devoted to their dad and struggled to come to terms
with his death. I've tried my best to be good to those lads but Junior's
obsessed that I'm cutting him out of his inheritance' she spoke while
stretching. 'It's simply untrue. I'm sorry to say this but he's a free-loader
who lived on handouts from his dad for years. He has had a free ride all his
life. It's time he stood on his own two feet' she told me as she reached for
her foot and pulled her right leg straight up against her side in a
dick-lurching display of flexibility. In those sheer nylons, those slender
legs were sensationally sexy and I barely suppressed a groan of pure desire.

'What about the shop'' I ask trying to stay focussed. 'It's been losing money
for years because he has run it so badly and my husband kept subsidising it'
Debbie replied without breaking pace. It was hard not to be turned on by those
sexy legs and her flexibility but I needed to remain level-headed. 'Why do
that if it was such a money pit'' I asked 'To give Junior something to do to
keep him out of trouble' she answered 'When we closed it, it was a mess.
Filthy and unhygienic' she stopped stretching and looked at me with
captivating blue eyes. 'He has been well looked after. To suggest otherwise is
nonsense' she told me firmly 'My step-sons are not kids any more, they're
grown men. They need to make their own living and get on with it'. 'Do you
believe him'' the sweet-faced lady asked getting to her feet with my eyes
unable to stop admiring her trim figure and long legs as she rose. 'I'm
undecided. It's his word against yours' I told her.

'Are you looking at my legs again' Debbie said with a knowing smirk. 'You have
a great figure and great legs' I told her honestly, which lit up her cute face
'I was in the Iranian National Ballet for a while but had to flee back to the
UK because of the revolution. I needed a job so became a show girl. You need
good legs for that' she told me, looking proud. 'Is that how you met your
husband'' I asked 'Yes, I was a dancer on a few of his magic stage acts and he
asked me to become his assistant' she replied. 'They are so slim and flexible
yet seem strong' I remarked 'Dancers need to be supple and have strong legs'
she replied 'Is that why you keep staring at them'' 'I'm sorry. I meant no
offence. It's just that I find strong female legs quite sexy' I told her. 'How
so'' she asked with a curiosity that I found refreshing. I knelt before her
feet. 'Your calve muscles give them this beautiful shape' I explained running
a palm along the back of her right calve, enjoying the silky smoothness of the
sheer nylon 'I bet they turn heads when you wear high heels'. She smiled.
'Could you go onto your toes, please'' I asked and was surprised that she did
so rather than telling me to go to hell. 'I love the way your slim ankles have
this long sensual curve around the back of your lower legs formed by your
calve muscles' I explained as I ran my hands over them. 'They are beautifully
defined and heart-shaped with this cute diamond-shaped cleft here' I said
feeling the muscle head 'and this deep edge is like a cliff. Wow! they're hard
as steel!' I exclaimed as I felt the unyielding toned mass. 'Decades of
dancing, Mister Priest' she replied 'Please call me Jim' I told her 'Yes I'm
always on first name terms with men who feel up my legs' she replied
light-heartedly that gave me the courage to go on.

'I bet you could scissor a man senseless between these' I told her with my
dick engaged and brain in neutral as I felt the astonishingly hard edges of
her slender calves while she kept steadily en-point 'They'd press into a man's
neck here and here" I indicated "Cut off the oxygen to the brain and knock him
out' I added as explanation 'What a little thing like me'' the engaging lady
asked coyly. 'Flexed like this your calves are hard slabs of solid muscle. I
can't even press my fingers in' I said 'A man's neck wouldn't put up much
resistance against them. Flex those calves tightly and he'd be out in no time'
I tell her. 'Fascinating' she exclaimed. Was she mocking me' She probably
thought I was a deviant. The feel of her calves was making me throbbing hard
but I forced myself to stop before I got myself into deeper trouble. 'Sorry
for getting too familiar' I apologised, removing my hands 'Men used to look at
my legs all the time but not so much nowadays' she smiled sweetly. 'They
should, they're sensational' I remarked. I went to stand but then noticed the
strong swell in her thighs I'd noticed earlier. It vanished as she lowered her
feet. "I'm sorry Debbie, could you go en-point again please'' I asked. 'This
better be good' she said curtly and once more rose onto her toes. I slid my
hands up her nylon-sheathed legs to her slender thighs. 'You better not be
taking liberties with my hospitality, Jim' I noted her tone but had gone too
far to back off. After all how often does one get a chance to feel the legs of
a beautiful if aged ballerina' 'I can feel the 3 major muscle groups of your
quadriceps when they are flexed like this. Amazing and very sexy' I said
running my hands over the bulging mass in her slender upper legs 'They are
hard as steel' I gasp 'A man wouldn't stand a chance being squeezed between
there either'. 'Really'" she sounded intrigued as those strong shapes
disappeared as she returned her feet to the floor 'Show me'

That took me by surprise. She really seemed interested, and turned on as I
was, I couldn't resist such an invitation from an attractive lady! Trying not
to seem too eager, I got down to the floor with Debbie doing the same and
facing me. 'So you put your neck between my calves'' she asked innocently
stretching her legs towards me. It was very tempting to move between those
sexy slender wide-spread legs but one look at those hard defined arrow heads
coming towards me gave me second thoughts. 'Actually that's best done with you
standing' I told her 'Let's start on the floor using your thighs to scissor
me'. The lovely slender legs opened invitingly wide. Before my eyes, the thin
material of her leotard stretched over her crotch and the temptation was too
much. My head began to move forward until I saw her adductors. 'Those inner
thighs look like steel cables' I said indicating them but dare not touch in
case that was too bold. 'Get those against the arteries in a man's neck' I
pointed to my own. 'And he'll be out in seconds' 'Let's try it!' she said
enthusiastically 'It's too dangerous. If you don't release me it could cause
paralysis, brain damage and even death' I told her. Her cute face was so
disappointed and it's not every day I get a beautiful woman eager to get her
lovely legs around me. 'A body-scissors would be safest' I suggested then
explained the basics.

She was very eager and getting her to lay upon her her side, I laid face up
with the middle of my back over her right leg then told her to close the left
over my belly and lock her ankles. It felt good between those silky-smooth
nylon-clad thighs and I enjoyed running my hands over them until Debbie locked
her ankles and began squeezing. 'Oraghh!' I groaned as her legs squeezed my
middle much tighter than I had expected. In fact her legs were exceptionally
tight and packed a devastating wallop. Those slim legs were much stronger than
they looked and I was instantly in trouble. I tried to prise her thighs away
but beneath the silky smoothness of her nylons, her outer thighs were as hard
as granite, swelling up under my palms like sculpted balloons of stone and
exerting a shocking power. The sheer muscle mass was astonishing forcing me to
close my eyes and clench my teeth while gasping like a fish out of water. 'Do
you really think I'm that naive'' the lovely blonde asked in a steely tone as
I tapped frantically on her hard bulging outer thighs, unable to stop
groaning. 'Never underestimate the power of a dancer's legs' she told me as
wedges of thick muscle flexed hard and held tight with remarkable sinuous
power. 'I love to watch the fear and panic in your eyes as you struggle for
breath between my legs' she stated. Bringing her pretty face close she
surprised me with a light lingering kiss on my lips that set my dick throbbing
hard 'Thanks for the complement' she whispered in my ear with a glance towards
my groin where a tent had formed. With a chuckle her beautiful legs squeezed
so hard I heard a whistle in my ears. Trying to get those slim legs to part, I
found them absolutely solid with no slack. She was squeezing my middle as
easily as she could squeeze a balloon. 'A lot of rich creeps used to hang
around the Royal Ballet like kids in a sweet shop' she recalled as I suffered
'Girls soon learnt how to deter the more persistent ones'.

'Let's get this straight' the cute looking lady fixed me with a steely glare
as bars of nylon-sheathed steel compressed my diaphragm with unstoppable power
squeezing out all of my air and preventing me drawing breathe. 'You will drop
this case' I groaned as a surge of literally breath-taking power increased the
squeeze of her slender legs causing them to feel armour plated. 'You will
never publish a bad word about me' I couldn't believe it, the power exerted by
her legs increased further and I had nothing more to voice a groan. Her
scissors really did feel like they could cut my body in two! 'You will have
nothing to do with Junior. Is that clear'' Her tone was hard. I nodded my head
frantically in agreement. She leant forward again, her blue eyes staring right
into mine and rewarded me with another kiss that nearly made me blow my load
'By the way, where is that scumbag'' she asked. I opened my mouth and nothing
came out. 'Oh for heaven's sake, you men are such wimps' she remarked. I felt
a hand slap the tent at the front of my trousers, a chuckle of amusement then
the devastating pressure relaxed slightly. "I won't ask again, Where is he''
she demanded 'Main house' I gasped after drawing in some air, completely
helpless between her sexy dancer's legs. 'Stealing stuff to sell no doubt' she
stated then opened her legs and pushed me out onto the floor.

'You better go and stop him' Debbie said in an imperious tone while I lay a
gasping wreck 'But first I'm going to exercise those inner thigh muscles you
are so scared of' I hadn't caught my breath and was in no condition to stop
the petite mature lady as those shiny black-clad legs whipped out like a snake
on either side of my neck. My hands flew up as she locked ankles. 'I'm having
a shower then will join you' she told me staring right in my eyes with an air
of smugness as I tried in vain to unlock her leggy hold 'Now to work those
inner thighs'. As soon as her thighs tightened around my neck with her
adductors bulging like steel clamps, I knew I was finished. "You look like a
beetroot!" she chuckled as her inner thighs cut the blood flow from my brain.
In despair and humiliation at being dominated by such a dainty petite mature
lady, I felt the hard slabs in her thighs bulging beneath the soft nylon and
couldn't help but be turned on. Laughing at my helplessness, she grabbed the
back of my head and pulled my face right against the top of her
leotard-covered crotch. 'A dancer can crush you with her strong legs' she
stated as I moaned while she tried to pop my head off my neck! "Orrr eff this
is so sexy!" she sighed then began to thrust her hips to keep punishing my
poor neck leaving me increasingly woozy through oxygen deprivation. Chuckling
softly she then twisted her hips to throw me from one side to the other like a
rag doll. Totally degraded and humilated, everything was swirling inside my
head and felt black senselessness overwhelm me with the sound of her laughter
fading in my ears while my dick beat like crazy.

I awoke with a jolt, disoriented for several moments before remembering where
I was and the embarrassing thing that had happened to me. Gaining my feet I
made my way towards the connecting corridor as quick as I could, forcing
myself not to look as I passed the shower and changing rooms. Entering the
main house, I called out for Paul. 'In here, Jim' came a reply. Following his
voice I found him in a luxurious oak-panelled room with a wide view of the
river and featuring tall wall-fitted wooden bookshelves, a big old-fashioned
desk and leather upholstered chairs. It was crammed with antiques. 'Dad's
study' he explained looking at a statuette about a foot in height. 'Find
anything'' he asked 'Only your step-mother' I replied. He looked up sharply
with a hint of alarm 'She'll be across and told me to tell you not to take
anything' I added. 'Don't let that cute act fool you' he said 'Dad was into
antiques associated with magic, especially this Persian crap" he growled 'Look
at this rubbish. A naked woman with big muscles and more than the normal
complement of arms and legs carrying weapons' he sneered. I moved closer for a
look. "Women didn't have muscles until they burnt their bras and starting
taking steroids, and look at the wimp kissing her feet" he shouted. Indeed a
smaller man had been sculpted at her feet who appeared to be worshipping her.
"That's Anahita!" I exclaimed taking the figurine from his hands and placing
it on the table to take some pictures with my phones. 'Should fetch a few bob'
he added snatching it up again after I had finished.

'Put that down. It's ancient' Debbie entered the room wearing a stylish
sleeveless black waistcoat tied around the middle with a thin black leather
belt worn over a sheer black lacy top. Her firm slender arms were visible
while an undone top button gave a peek of lace at the top of a pert bust-line.
It is said that a woman of a certain age should never wear a mini-skirt, yet
the tiny black one she wore had my dick rock hard in an instant because of the
sensational legs on show. With her trim figure they were long and unbelievably
sexy sheathed in sheer tan nylons, complemented by black high heel shoes that
had flat toes and were soft and pliable like ballet shoes. As she walked, a
small side slit opened up to allow easier movement. Her cute compact
heart-shaped face looked refined with a touch of pink lipstick and pearl stud
earrings. I heard heavy breathing next to me and was shocked that Paul was
staring wide-eyed at her before remembering that she was not his real mother
and he was only a year younger. He probably fancied his step-mother like
crazy, I know I did.

'It's my inheritance' Paul protested 'Actually that's mine. I came across
artefacts of the cult of Anahita while I was in Iran and found it fascinating'
Debbie said "An amazing Goddess who cared for humans and defeated the Demon
Lord in combat. Unfortunately with the revolution I could only bring a few
pieces out' 'Did you meet the Sisterhood of Anahita'' I asked with suspicion.
'Don't be silly, that was several centuries before Christ. Some kind of
matriarchal death and fertility cult that believed in the strength of women
physically and in combat' she replied 'The Sisterhood fled from Persia to
India to become a global secretive female organisation who work through
organisations such as The Salvation Army and The Women's Institute to
influence global affairs' I told her 'I've had several encounters with them'
'Bollocks!' Paul exclaimed 'I agree with him for once' Debbie added 'Although,
an Indian based multi-national keep pestering me to sell it. How they found
out about it I don't know' she stared pointedly at her step-son who shrugged
his shoulders looking guilty. 'Do you remember who the buyer was'' I asked. 'A
pretty young woman called Nandra kept video-calling me from Tota Industries'
she answered 'I remember the beautiful black sari she wore, exquisitely
embroidered with gold silk. Fabulous handiwork. It was really beautiful. I was
surprised by her senior position for someone so young'.

I picked up the artefact again for another look but could see nothing special
about it. 'Please give that to me' Debbie commanded. I was about to do so when
I felt grooves on its base. 'Er, what the hell do you think you're doing'' she
demanded as I turned it over. 'The underside has an irregular pattern on it,
like a maze of some kind' I remark, studying it. 'Treasure!' Paul exclaimed
'I'm not sure. There are small skulls and ominous looking symbols dotted all
over the place' I replied. "So where's it located'" he asked "Fairyland"
Debbie snapped "Could be anywhere between ancient Persia and northern India" I
replied "Baloney" the elegant lady remarked. I passed it to Paul to hold while
I took some pictures of the base. 'I'll take that' she said curtly as I
finished, snatching the statuette 'to put away from thieving hands'. He was
practically drooling at the sight of the back of her legs as she turned around
to walk across the room. Not that I could blame him. The short skirt clung
tightly to her backside, shifting in exciting patterns of folds and plains
while her calves flexed and waned sensually raised upon high heels. Bending
down to open a glass-fronted cabinet, the hem of the skirt rose higher as she
placed the item on a shelf inside before closing and locking it. Paul's hand
crept to the front of his trousers before he realised what he was doing.
'That's mine by rights' he protested. 'Over my dead body' she replied 'Fine by
me' he replied.

Debbie whirled around angrily 'Get out of my home right now and don't come
back' her face as fierce as a pretty woman can be. 'I want my inheritance'
Paul demands trying to intimidate her with his greater height and bulk. 'Back
off Junior. It's not my fault you are irresponsible and spent it. You're not
getting any more' she refused to be cowed. 'You don't tell me what to do,
you're just my Dad's talentless dancer' he snarled. 'Yes, I am a dancer' she
declared proudly 'Can you do this'' with that her legs suddenly went fore and
aft as she dropped to the floor in a full splits with the mini-skirt around
the tops of her thighs, stretched tight. My dick was absolutely throbbing at
the sight of her sexy legs in such a flexible pose and the taut skimpy white
knickers visible beneath the gusset of her tights. A groan of desire from Paul
echoed my sentiments. 'You're both younger than me' she chuckled 'I bet you
aren't nearly as flexible' 'You're a disgrace to Dad's memory' Paul moaned
'And you've a throbbing tent at the front of your trousers' her sweet-looking
face smirked. The limberness and sensational legs of this attractive slim
mature lady was driving me wild but I needed to remain focused. 'Let's sit
down and discuss things like adults' I told them. 'Says the private dick with
a boner' she smirked.

Swinging her legs around in front of her like the arms of a pair of scissors,
Debbie placed her hands upon the floor and leapt nimbly to her feet. 'Now get
out of here before I call The Police' she demanded. 'You gold-digging little
witch!' Paul lost it and rushed his step-mother, pushing her to the floor.
'Paul, no!' I shouted but he was already trying to get on top to pin her. The
skirt rode up over her hips as the ex-dancer put up a valiant struggle kicking
out those sexy legs to force him away. He yelped several times as her foot
slammed against his arms and side then cried out as a long legged kick caught
a glancing blow to his balls. Groaning he bent slightly to cup his hands over
his groin. The same leg raised vertically like a flagpole, showing off the
magnificent curves of her meaty calves. His eyes followed it as it bent
further back until the shin was against the top of her forehead. Suddenly it
swung forwards with the heel of her shoe rushing towards his forehead.
Throwing his hands up he managed to get his hands around that meaty calve
stopping it but then howled in agony as her other leg snapped forward driving
the toe of her shoe straight into his balls. As he began to curl up the limber
lady brought both of her knees back over her chest until they almost touched
her face. The skirt fell right back to reveal the tights running over the
sensual curves of her hips. With a strangely sadistic smile, her legs unfurled
in an instant powering the sole of both heeled shoes up at an angle into his
belly. With a loud sound of impact and the out-rushing of air from his mouth,
his body was sent hurtling back across the room. The back of his legs hit an
armchair and he fell into it and creased up groaning. The sweet-faced little
lady got to her feet, placed her hands upon her hips and looked down at her
step-son with a satisfied smug grin.

'Get out!' Debbie demanded in a stern tone and surprisingly fierce glare
pointing a finger at me 'and take that waster with you' she indicated Paul
with a nod of the head. 'That wasn't very lady-like' he groaned clutching his
groin with one hand and his chest with the other 'You'll pay for that' 'You
better watch out, I'm a dancer' the mature lady replied with her hands
nonchalantly upon her hips. 'Is that meant to make me scared'' he sneered
standing up. A smile lit up her small heart-shaped face 'You know what dancers
can do'' she asked 'Look dumb and blonde' he snapped back. 'Don't' I begged as
he stepped belligerently forwards. A fierce scowl crossed her elegant aged
face as stepped her left leg forward, bent slightly at the knee, with the tiny
skirt rising up her long thigh while leaning back to bring her right leg
through. The slim leg took off like a rocket with the light shimmering off the
sheen of her nylons. Beautifully proportioned, long and shapely, it soared
effortlessly high at astonishing speed, unhindered by the short skirt which
fell back to reveal white knickers beneath her tights tightly moulded over her
lady-bump. Paul's head was in it's path and the sole of the shoe pounded the
underside of his chin kicking it clean out of the way as it continued to
travel upwards. The tendons in his neck stood out as they tried to cling onto
his skull as it whipped back over his shoulders before he went down like a
skittle.

I was stunned watching the beautiful but surprisingly dangerous leg return
gracefully to the floor, with a raging hard-on. 'One kick and you're down'
Debbie smirked in a superior tone staring at her step-son groaning on the
floor. 'Dancers can kick high, Junior, that was the answer to my question and
don't you forget it' the leggy lady told him. 'That goes for you too' she gave
me a stony glare. Paul tried to rise but was unable to even get to his hands
and knees which wobbled uncontrollably while his head kept bobbing around.
That kick must have been like a hammer-blow. I was shocked she could kick so
high and so hard. 'That was amazing' I said in awe and more than a little
aroused 'I'm calling The Police now so you better go' she glared with a
snobbish expression then turned and began to walk away. I just stood there
watching her slim muscled calves flexing and waning beneath the shiny nylon,
elevated by high heels, in lustful appreciation.

Paul's legs were like jelly and his head constantly swayed. 'Thieving witch!'
he snarled managing to get to his knees 'I was unprepared'. The heels stop
clacking and a chilly silence descends upon the room. Slowly those marvellous
legs turn around and return at a measured pace. He looked nervous as the
mature beauty in the little black dress approached until those hot legs are
standing right before him. 'What did you say'' the cute face asked in a tone
that could freeze water. 'You heard' he growled. Debbie grabbed his chin in
her dainty hand with the fingers pressing into his cheeks and forced him to
look up at her 'You're never prepared for anything' she told him then
dismissively flung his chin away. Turning on her heels she began to walk away
again 'I want you gone by the time I return' the petite figure of proud
arrogance told us without turning her head 'and no thieving'.

'No!' I yelled as with a snarl on his face, Paul leapt up and grabbed his
step-mother from behind. The shock on the mature elfin face turned to anger as
he tried to wrap his arms around her chest, enjoying the feel of her
mini-skirted backside as it squirmed against his groin. Debbie raised her
right knee and hammered the heel down upon his instep. He let go crying out at
the piercing pain. Bending her right forearm to horizontal and clenching the
fist, she pumped her arm back driving the elbow into his sternum then pivoted
her forearm vertical to slam the back of her fist against his cheek. With a
grunt then a howl, he stepped back. The leggy lady began to walk away but with
a snarl Paul rushed at her, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back
against him. With an angry scowl, the hem of the skirt fell back as her right
knee rose to chest height then straightened in a flash. I got a glimpse of
knickers beneath her nylons stretched tight over her crotch and taut
hamstrings as the leg hurtled over her shoulder in an incredibly flexible
high-kick. The toe of the shoe pummelled his forehead and he howled in pain as
he released her. The beautifully shaped leg dropped back to the ground then
immediately raised before her bent at the knee before powering backwards at
tremendous speed. The sole and heel of the shoe slammed into his belly with
such power he was bodily lifted onto his heels, then as the leg straightened
behind her, he was sent staggering fast backwards across the room until he
stumbled and fell.

'Too much talk, not enough action' Debbie told him as she smoothly raised
herself onto her toes with arms stretched towards the ceiling. She then did
that thing ballerinas do where they go onto the tip of their toes with their
feet close together one behind, their legs and body perfectly straight while
they remain on one spot yet their feet are in constant motion. Her thighs
bulged with hard shapes outlining her quads and quivered with the constant
motion of her feet radiating pure feminine strength as she glided across the
room towards. Paul sat up in alarm and began to stand up 'I let my feet do the
talking' the mature dancer said turning her back to him. Suddenly a flash of
nylon sheen soars high behind her while her torso swings forwards. The sole of
the shoe smashed straight into his face and kept moving driving it right back
sending him crashing to the floor. The long shapely leg continued to rise
until her foot was several feet above her head. Moving more gracefully than a
martial artist, she was beating him up with ballet!

The cute cougar turned to me with a hard look on her impish face. Her hands
were raised, one balled in a fist, the other held flat-palmed with fingers
straight. I was certain she didn't know Karate but the menacing pose made my
dick throb anyway 'Do you want to force yourself on me as well, Jim'' she
asked with a pointed look at the bulge at the front of my trousers. Phroar!
those legs would be sensationally sexy on any woman especially with a tight
mini-skirt to show them off. That they belonged to a refined lady in her early
60's was all the more amazing and filled me with lust. 'Of course not!' I
protested. 'Are you sure' You were very keen to touch up my legs earlier' she
came so close our bodies were almost touching and I was enchanted by that
sweet face and clear blue eyes. Although there were feint lines and wrinkles,
she was still a beautiful woman. She stared at me for a moment then huffed in
indignation. Her face tensed then I yelped as the hard blocky toe of a shoe
slammed against my right shin. The little vixen turned her back on me and
began to walk away with her sleek sexily hard muscled calves moving in a
sensual manner while I rubbed my shin. She stopped suddenly then turned around
and strode back to me in a purposeful manner. 'What did you call me'' she
asked aggressively. 'Nothing' I protested 'You're the one who kicked me in the
shin!' Her right foot shot out again and the hard toe of her shoe bruised my
shin again leaving me hopping as I raised my leg to rub it. 'Then stay out of
it' she snarled.

'Kitty's got a temper' Paul chuckled 'Not quite the sweet little widow she
makes out to be' He fell silent as Debbie went onto the toes of one foot,
making her hard calves and quads bulge, then pirouetted towards him. As she
spun and glided across the room, her skirt stretched tight, riding up around
her hips as she brought her other knee to waist height poised to one side with
the calve tucked under and foot delicately pointed while each arm stretched
up. She was graceful and the light shimmered off her slender nylon-encased
legs as she moved. He looked bemused as the dainty lady pressed her front
against his chest and glared up into his eyes. He opened his mouth to say
something when she went en-point with a flex of arrow-headed calves and
sharply brought up her knee with the skirt tight across her compact backside.
Paul howled in agony as her knee blasted between his legs and solidly hammered
his groin. The blow was so strong his feet left the floor as he rode upon her
knee to waist height. With a serene look on her face she watched his agony
with indifference then let the knee drop. He landed heavily on his feet then
creased right over before her. 'You haven't got the balls to take me on' she
sneered, twirling and raising her knee once more 'well not now you haven't'
she chuckled.

'That's enough' I said stepping forwards but Debbie spun around to face me
with arms stretched horizontal on either side and a smile that radiated
sweetness and light. I groaned loudly as a knee snapped up high and plunged
with devastating speed and force into my belly violently expelling my breath
through my mouth. It may be dainty but it was very solid and the pain immense.
Smiling sweetly, her hands slipped around the back of my neck as I folded
before her. Helplessly winded I watched in horror as that beautiful long thigh
repeatedly jack-knifed like a nylon-sheathed piston engine into my gut. The
mini-skirt rode high to reveal an eye-watering length of leg with streaks of
reflected nylon sheen as the mature beauty plunged that knee deeper and deeper
into my belly flattening my diaphragm until I had no more air to give. Her
hands lifted my chin forcing me to look at her remorseless blue eyes while
continuing to destroy me. I creased my eyes and gritted my teeth against the
incessant blasts of agony. My whole breathing system had shut down, unable to
breathe due to the dreadful pounding of her knee beating my belly like a drum.
It felt like I was dying and unable to defend myself from the petite mature
lady who was destroying me. My head span with no oxygen left and on the verge
of passing out my legs could no longer support me. I crashed to the carpet at
her feet to find she was still en-point. 'I'm perfectly capable of defending
myself' her cold voice told me as I curl up into a ball as agonising stomach
cramps racked me and tears filled my eyes "Robustly. So butt out" she added as
I gasped to draw air into my lungs. It was a horrible long lingering agony as
oxygen-starvation shut my body down.

'That was easy!' a feminine voice exclaimed from somewhere above my winded
form. 'Two grown men unable to handle a tiny dancer' Debbie sneered 'Look at
the state of you. Did a gang of big bad thugs come through here and beat you
up'' she asked 'No, it was a supposedly talentless dancer who's found a new
talent' The sole of a shoe pressed against my side and roughly rocked my torso
back and forth. "You still with us'" she asked. I couldn't even express a
groan of protest. 'I feel like Purdey' she declared. I looked up to see the
side of those hard-edged arrow-headed calves right before my face. 'I always
wanted to be her when I was younger because she was a ballerina and fought
with panache' she said as the click-clack of heels moved away from me. 'How
did it go'' she pondered 'Oh yes!' Paul looked up to see his leggy step-mother
stepping towards him. Panicking, he tried to force himself straight to face
her only to find a shapely long leg rocketing skyward at close range. He cried
out in agony as the sole of the shoe mashed his mouth whipping his face right
back trailing a spray of drool as his neck strained. Staggering backwards, the
impish ballerina took a step to follow. Looking sophisticated and uncaring,
she effortlessly high-kicked him in the face again, the mini-skirt stretching
tight with a glimpse of white knickers at the gusset of her tights. 'I'm good
at this!' she exclaimed with excitement as she took another step following the
staggering man then high-kicked his face again. Step and kick, step and kick.
Each time he staggered back the petite lady took a step forward then delivered
a blistering front high-kick into his face. Despite her size, impishly
attractive mature face and long slim sexy legs, there was nothing delicate
about the cumulative effect of her high kicks. Paul was almost out on his feet
with a swaying nodding head, glazed eyes and floppy arms. With inner thighs
bulging strongly her flexible high kicks were more elegant than a martial
artist and a thing of dreadful sensual beauty. That beautiful long leg kept
soaring way above her head full of feminine beauty and power blasting his head
clean out it's unstoppable path with deadly efficiency. It was incredibly
arousing but disturbingly violent.

'Debbie, no!' with my stomach cramps easing and able to breathe again I forced
myself up and got between them to stop the cute woman before she killed him!
The sweetly smiling lady didn't even pause. A beautiful slim leg shot out to
the side slightly bent then whipped towards me in a high arc. With a brief
glimpse of strong bulging thighs and a camel toe at her crotch, pain exploded
in my face as the top of her shoe pounded my right cheek. Mashing my mouth and
scrambling my senses, my face snapped hard left. The next instant I saw her
coming around from a spin upon her toes, leant slightly forward with her right
leg raised with the foot coming around fast at head height. The sole of the
shoe was like a mallet blow to the side of my head with it's momentum. Agony
flare in my temple and sent me back to the floor. From the carpet, I looked up
to see sleek thighs bulge into very defined quads that stretched Debbie's
nylons before unleashing an almighty high kick to Paul's face. It connected so
loudly and with such power his whole body was launched into the air and
flipped over backwards before crashing to the carpet.

'Yes!' Debbie cried doing a fist pump with a surprising glimpse of hardness in
the middle of her upper arm. 'It's been my pleasure to kick your face, Junior'
she announced 'If you'll just stand up for act 2, I will kick you right out of
my house'. Stretching a well-shaped leg behind her upon the floor she curtsied
low, as graceful as a lady could in a mini-skirt 'A lady should always curtsy
before kicking a man's butt' It was cute and I was throbbing hard for the
feisty sweet-faced mature leggy fighting ballerina. I thought Paul was
finished but maybe all that frustration of being kicked helpless by the
step-mother he hated yet fancied fueled him. Striking like a viper, he grabbed
her slim ankles and pulled her feet from under her sending her falling onto
her backside with a shriek of indignation. 'I'll break your legs you
mule-kicking bitch!' he cried, trying to leap on top but the leggy beauty
wasn't going to make it easy for him. As he bent over her with the intention
to drop down and pin her, she bent her right leg at the knee to plant the foot
firmly on the floor while raising herself upon her toned arms. With her
backside lifted from the carpet, her left leg shot up with a strong flex of
her right calves. The toe of her shoe blasted beneath his chin, slamming his
mouth shut in a clash of teeth and wince of pain. I adored the sweeping
curving lines of the nylon-clad leg as it remained vertical while his head
whipped back. Suddenly it swung towards him like a war-hammer. The sole of her
shoe pounded against the top of his face, squashing his nose beneath it and
eliciting an anguished cry. Dropping to his knees, the leggy lady on the floor
swept the raised leg sideways clubbing him around the top of his face with the
side of her foot knocking him onto his back.

Paul was surprised to find his attractive step-mother leaping on top to sit
astride his chest with the full length of her lovely long hose-sheathed thighs
spread either side with the calves pinning his arms. He was visibly aroused,
with eyes locked onto the gusset inches before his face. With a stern look she
raised a hand, shaped like a blade, open-palmed with the fingers straight.
'Debbie, no!' I shouted realising her intent. 'I'm just like Purdey!' she
exclaimed excitedly. 'HAI YAH!' the cutie shrieked. Paul's eyes went wide with
shock at the unexpected shout while my cock lurched. The hand fell in a blur
of motion to strike the join of his neck with his left shoulder. It was a
solid chop and his body jerked while his eyes creased up and his mouth
grimaced. 'YA! YA!' with a smouldering hard stare and a smug confident set to
her mouth, her hand rose and fell twice more to chop each side of his neck.
There was nothing petite and dainty about her strikes. They struck hard making
his body twitch and spasm and I must admit my manhood did too. She looked
masterful and dominant and made my dick throb. 'No no no!' I rushed up behind
her and gently put my arms through her armpits to drag her off. "YA!" her hand
fell again before I could, delivering another hard chop to the neck that left
him unmoving.

The sight of a big burly man knocked out by a petite mature woman's hand was a
big turn-on, but I need to get her away before she did any more damage. It
wasn't an unpleasant feeling holding her slender body with her backside
rubbing and bumping against my groin as she squirmed against me. 'That's
enough! You've knocked him out' I told her as I got the mature hell-cat to her
feet. 'You could have killed him. You're not a Karate expert' I tried to
explain. Debbie wiggled her shoulders to shake off my hands then stared at her
step-son lying senseless but breathing on the floor. She turned to look at me,
her blue eyes like jewels wide with excitement and a broad smile lighting up
her sweet face. 'I did it, I actually did it!' she said triumphantly 'I Karate
chopped him out like Purdey!' she exclaimed excitedly with a proud glance at
the motionless man at her feet. 'It feels great!' she said placing a foot upon
his prone form then raising both arms and flexing them in victory. "Yes!" she
exclaimed. To my surprise her slender toned arms thickened and small hard
peaks swelled into existence on her upper arms. I groaned in lustful
appreciation. Okay, they weren't big but I never expected a woman with such
slim arms to be able to flex such solid biceps. Unable to resist, I placed my
hands on her arms to have a good feel. The mature beauty didn't object.
'They're really hard' I gasped, my dick beating with excitement as I ran my
hands over them 'small but peaked. Amazing!' 'You actually like them'' she
asked in surprise 'Oh yes, they're really sexy' I replied with yearning which
made her smile and her pupils dilate in an alluring fashion. 'It's the
handstand presses I do. You have to be fit to be a ballerina' she explained.
'And you're really fit' I remarked in the other sense of the word. 'And you
want some, Jim'' she said in a seductive tone and looking appealing, which
wasn't very difficult for her. The faint lines and wrinkles marking the
passage of time did not detract from her attractiveness. 'I think you do' she
purred. I looked into those blue eyes with big pupils close to my face and my
resistance melts. Before I could think, I was kissing her lovely lips
passionately while feeling those small hard biceps.

A groan from Paul brought me to my senses. 'Sorry' I apologise 'that was very
unprofessional of me'. "I thought so too" Debbie said with a teasing smile.
Lowering her arms she turned towards her step-son as he began to rise from the
floor. 'Get a load of this!' she exclaimed. He did and his jaw went slack as
the petite lovely raised her slender arms once more and flexed those
surprising biceps whilst pointing her right toe to flex her calves which also
made her upper thighs bulge. 'What the eff!' he actually stepped back, though
probably due to the uncharacteristic assertive pose by the step-mother he
fancied and despised, rather than her small biceps. 'Be afraid, Junior. Don't
make me angry' she taunts stepping forward while still flexing those toned
muscles and laughing as he backs away 'Get out of my house' she tells him as
he backs to the doorway of the room. Feeling the door-frame against his back,
he realises what he is doing and began to approach the leggy aged lady with
angry purpose. 'No mule-kicking gold-digger is keeping me from my inheritance'
he snarls. 'Oh you like the rough stuff'' the mini-skirted ageing dancer
teased.

To Paul's amusement and my chagrin, the petite lady began dancing around him
in her tiny skirt with her dainty fists raised. "You wanna fight Mister'" she
teased in a girly voice 'You've got to be kidding' he sneered as she bounced
around lightly on her toes dancing close then swiftly away again. 'If that's
how you want it' he snarled balling his own big meaty fists in response. In
horror I watched as he swung a punch at Debbie's head. She skipped nimbly back
and his fist hit air. 'What do you call that'' she laughed 'You couldn't swot
a fly let alone hit this' she mocked, pointing to her jaw. Red in the face
with fury he threw another punch. The silver-haired beauty swiftly leant
forwards and crouched low causing her mini-skirt to stretch tight around her
hips, while his fist swung uselessly overhead. With her face beaming, she
tensed her right fist making the tendons stand out then let fly. Paul's eyes
went wide with horror as her fist shot toward him like a bullet, streaking on
an unavoidable collision course with his groin. He howled in agony, creasing
over with his hands cupping his aching balls. 'Oooh I bet that hurt!' the
impish lady laughed clutching her crotch, mimicking her step-son's agonised
expression 'Boo hoo' she pretended to wipe tears from her right eye. 'Oh well,
it's for the best' she teased 'We don't want any more layabout brats like you'

'Bitch!' Paul snarled and angrily rushed at her. The lithe woman stepped back
but found her back up against the end of a bookcase facing her raging
step-son. 'Paul, stop' I cried but he was like a rampaging bull. 'No where to
run' he snarled. With a fierce snarl on her pretty face, Debbie's toned
forearms tensed as she drew back a fist then it shot forward like a missile.
Her dainty knuckles slammed into the side of his jaw surprisingly loudly. His
mouth distorted as his lower jaw lurched to one side while his face almost
whipped right around. Staggering back with a surprised expression of pain, an
angry elven-faced mature lady followed with her fists stilled balled. Her
right arm tensed again then the fist shot straight up and connected solidly
with bottom of his jaw in a perfect upper-cut. I never expected that the
dainty woman's punch would sound so loud. Paul's teeth gnashed together
audibly as his head whipped right back before staggering back with his arms
flopping around until his legs gave way beneath him. 'Yes!' the cute mature
lady exclaimed excitedly 'I did it" then began to rub the back of her hand,
wincing "but it makes my knuckles sore' 'Yes!' she cried placing one foot on
Paul's body and flexing both slim but hard arms in victory making my cock
lurch hard. A knowing smile crossed her lips as she noticed.

Keeping one arm flexed she pointed to the small hard biceps with the other
while looking me straight in the eye with a smouldering tough stare. "Kiss it"
she growled in a stern tone that nearly made me cum in my pants! Stepping
forwards I eagerly placed my lips against her taut peaks and began kissing
them. 'HAI!' a shout close to my ear made me jump and my dick lurch. A slender
nylon-sheathed knee rushed between my legs, rising fast then pure agony
exploded in my balls. 'YAH!' the edge of a slender hand flashed across the
front of my face to deliver a hard chop on the opposite side of my neck right
on my carotid artery. My body tensed as a terrible jolt to the system sent
blinding flashes of light across my eyes as I clenched them. Opening my eyes I
saw Debbie looking so stern and menacing with her right hand shaped like a
blade that my dick throbbed like crazy 'HAI YAH!' another chop vertically
delivered to the join of my neck and shoulder sent me to my knees. 'I told you
to butt out' she told me as I fought the swirling blackness threatening to
envelop me 'I will take care of you if you get in my way' she added. "HA HA!"
a solid chop firmly to each side of my neck made my body spasm while feeling
nauseous and light-headed.

A foot nudged me. 'You dead'' Debbie's soft cultured tones asked. I raised my
face to see the mature dancer standing on her toes right in front of me. Her
calves were flexed so hard they stood out sharply in bold relief on the backs
of her lower legs. I reached out and touched them 'You really are a leggy
goddess' I said lustfully running my hands over their hard bulging shape
before kissing them. 'And you're weird' she remarked but made no effort to
move away as I gently kissed the hard shapely muscle before reaching out to
feel the hardness of her equally solid quads, all the while she remained
steadily en-point. 'Oh you like them now but earlier on when I caught you
perving on me, you were too scared from sticking your neck between them' she
told me while I adored the dancer's muscles in her wonderful nylon-clad legs.
Without warning, she bent forward, grabbed my hair and shoved my head between
her legs from the front, passing those sleek calves on either side with her
feet now flat on the floor. Looking out at the carpet behind her I felt those
slender calves assert a very firm inwards force against the sides of my neck
gripping it tight. I gasped as she went back onto her toes and her calves
flexed iron hard against my neck. It felt as if hard rocks were digging into
my neck and as she prolonged the tight hold, the more uncomfortable and
painful it became. Clutching the sides of her legs I tried to pull her calves
away but they were immobile like nylon-sheathed stone columns and I heard her
mocking me. With relief her feet returned flat to the floor but then I sensed
her feet crossing which tightened the grip against my neck and then she went
en-point again. My head swam, my eyes went out of focus and I felt close to
passing out. You would have thought that being on her toes would be a
precarious position to adopt but no matter how hard I tugged at her lower legs
she maintained perfect poise and the steely grip around my neck. Clenching my
eyes and gritting my teeth, I held onto those hard balls of muscle unable to
budge them at all. My head was absolutely spinning and my ears sounded like
they were stuffed with cotton while my heart beat sounded overly loud. The
pressure eased as her feet again returned to the floor but suddenly she
snapped back onto her toes and my head span out of existence.

I awoke with a groan to find myself alone in a strange unfamiliar room. The
sides of my neck hurt and it took a few moments before I remembered being
knocked out by a mature ballerina's calves in a standing scissor hold. Hearing
a loud meaty thud and a man yelping, I got to my feet and rushed outside to
find a badly battered Paul clutching his chest while a mini-skirted mature
cutie performed graceful ballet moves before him. Poised on the toes of a
single slender leg, the thighs were bulging slabs of dense muscle while the
calves were a sexy curvaceous hard jutting heart-shaped mass while it
supported her weight upon her toes. The other leg reached horizontally behind
her, stretching the small skirt tight around the top of her hips while her
arms are spread out on either side. Her face is raised to the sky at an angle
set with a serene sophisticated smugness. It is such a picture of regal poise
and beauty that Paul can't stop staring at the sexy long legs lithely
positioned before him and the skimpy knickers exposed as she slowly leans
forward while swinging the leg higher behind her until it was vertical. The
leg smoothly returned towards the ground as her torso returned to vertical.
Suddenly leaning sharply forwards, the slim leg whipped up behind her. The
sole of the shoe blasts the bottom of his jaw like a speeding express train.
Crying out in pain, his face snapped skywards while her foot continued to soar
until the leg was once more vertical. Without pause, Debbie, still leaning
low, spun right around on the toes of one foot. The long leg raised high
behind her became a club, the heel of her shoe pounding the side of his head
like a hammer sending him staggering on unsteady feet.

The leg lowered and the prima ballerina in a mini-skirt resumed dancing on her
toes, as if in some sort of destructive ballet. Paul watched nervously,
visibly flinching every time she leant back and kicked a long leg out in front
of her. All of a sudden, those strong lean dancer's legs propelled her in a
series of remarkably high leaps with her flexible legs doing over-splits in
mid-air. Paul was a nervous wreck, twitching every time she came near. Without
warning, a stunning head-height leap powered the sole of a shoe straight into
his face, driven by strong bulging thighs, with an almighty crunch. He went
flying backwards, blasted off his feet with tremendous power. His back hit the
lawn hard and he laying groaning clutching his nose while the slender lady
with the wild mane of white gold hair pirouetted around him on small
well-developed calves resembling iron-plates.

I'd hardly blinked when I found Debbie right before me in her tight skirt,
dancing en-point with her hard sleek thighs quivering. 'You just can't keep
away' she said with a tight smile pushing up her high cheekbones. Before I
could reply a long beautifully shaped leg rips through the air barely an inch
from my face. I flinched and stepped back in alarm but had no sooner done so
when she dropped the leg, stepped forward and high-kicked again coming
frighteningly close to removing my head from my shoulders. Enjoying
intimidating me with her long legs, the petite lady kept kicking like a
chorus-girl while advancing forcing me to keep stepping back to avoid getting
clobbered. I felt a change underfoot from grass to path and instinctively
glanced down. The leading edge of a shin hammered across the top of my chest
making me gasp and clutch my chest. The top of a foot clubbed across the top
of my head, dazing me and leaving me with a ringing headache. Trying to turn
away, the sole of a shoe pounded my side making me cry out. The kicks from
those slim legs really hurt! Unexpectedly she grabbed my wrists and pulled my
arms out behind me. The next thing I felt was the back of a leg slam into the
back of my shoulders with the weight of her hefty calves between my
shoulder-blades and realised she was doing a standing front splits against my
back! The back of her heel pressed against the top of my shoulders and I
discovered how strong her leg was as it slowly forced me down into a low
crouch. I cried out as her foot stomped on the back of my left knee collapsing
it to the ground. 'Stay!' the leggy blonde ordered 'It's time to deal with the
trash' she glared at Paul who was clutching his bloodied nose.

With her arms spread and emotionless face angled skyward, the gorgeous mature
ballerina danced her way towards Paul regularly going onto her toes to raise a
leg high. He looked petrified yet enchanted by the full breath-taking length
of her shapely legs in motion, sheathed in sheer tan nylon from the tips of
her toes to the hem of the tight mini-skirt. 'You will never darken my door
again' she told him with a hard tone for such a sweet-looking face. Before he
could reply she spun right around on her toes before her right leg rocketed
skyward while her left sculpted calves flexed strongly. The next instant, the
top of her thigh was resting against her chest while Paul's head was bent
right back over his shoulders where the sole of her shoe had pounded his jaw,
blasting it clean out of the way. Barely had he taken a step backwards when
the petite lady completed another spin and repeated the devastating kick. Spin
and kick, spin and kick. The leggy whirlwind unleashed destructive wrath, each
spin powering a flexible front kick driven by sleek bulging thighs that took
apart a man's face. Her stamina was inexhaustible, her strong balletic kicks
far more than a man could handle and my dick was aching for her yet too afraid
to intervene 'I told you I was good at this' she chuckled between kicks. His
mouth was bloody with the jaw hanging loose, his cheeks cut and bruised as
accuracy was sacrificed for sheer single-minded enjoyment of blasting the
detested step-son backwards across the lawn towards the gate. Staggering back,
his legs began to buckle but he somehow managed to remain standing although
slouching forwards with his head hanging forward and legs not straight. The
graceful ballerina danced close and stood side-on to him giving him a superior
sneer. Going onto her toes, her right leg soared near-vertical against her
side while her torso remained straight upright, unleashing a fearsome kick to
his chin that felled him in the blink of an eye.

Looking from behind through Debbie's long nylon-clad legs, I saw Paul on the
ground groaning with his hands on his face. The sight of the petite slim
mature woman standing with her legs apart and hands on her hips in an
assertive manner over the much larger man she had destroyed had my dick solid
'Get up!' she orders. He just whimpers 'Leave him. He's finished' I tell her
getting to my feet and approaching from behind. She flashed me a ferocious
glare over her shoulder 'You'll be finished too in a minute'. Without warning
her right leg kicked back, bent at the knee and soaring incredibly high. The
calve whipped around the side of my neck and the back of her heel pounded the
back of my neck. It was like getting clubbed and in blast of pain found myself
knocked to the ground.

'I gave your an order' turning her attention back to her step-son she grabbed
his hair and pulled, forcing him yelping to his feet. The mini-skirt fanned
tight across the tops of her thighs as she went onto her left toes with calves
flexing sharp while her right knee snapped up to a great height. Pounding his
face with the sickening crunch of hard knee against soft face, his head flew
skyward. Stepping back unsteadily and groaning, he bends his battered face
forward and clutches it with both hands. Without pause or mercy, the leggy
lady dances forward on her toe. Her hands reach out to grab the top of his
head and once more the short skirt stretches tight as a slender long thigh
powers upwards. Her hands pull down his face so the knee slams into the back
of his hands protecting his face. He howls as his palms are driven hard
against his face. With a tight sneer she repeatedly drives that slender but
devastating knee into the back of his hands again and again at a rapid pace
while Paul cries in agony into his hands. With a smouldering smirk of
superiority she stands facing her step-son who is creased over clutching his
destroyed face groaning. The mini-skirt showing off her beautiful long legs
are a testament to her femininity as she raises her right hand, shaped like a
blade, to head height. 'HA!' she cries and the hand drops like an
executioner's axe. The edge of the hand solidly chops the back of his neck
eliciting a cry of pain as the hands drop from his face to reveal a screwed up
look of anguish. His legs begin to wobble then give way and he drops to one
knee.

Strangely, the petite woman turned her back on him and began to walk away but
then stopped and looked back over one shoulder. 'Are you staring at my bum''
she demands. His head was nodding but I think that was only because he could
barely keep it still. 'Dirty boy!' she scolds. Going onto her toes once more,
the solid diamonds at the sides of her calves flexed hard as did her
upper-thighs as she span around to face him before lowering herself. Hitching
up the hem of her mini-skirt with a hand on either side to show off knickers
beneath her tights cut high over her hips, she began to approach like a
demented salsa dancer. Flinging the tiny skirt around her hips drawing
attention to her sexy long legs while frequently stopping to fling out a leg
angled to the ground on one side or the other she looked magnificent but
menacing. Panicked and visibly trembling Paul rose to get away but she moved
fast covering the last few steps in long yet graceful steps. Stretching the
tiny black skirt tight between the tops of her thighs, her right knee flew to
chest height as she sprang onto her left toes before it snapped straight in
the blink of an eye with a flash of sunshine reflecting off the sheen of her
nylons. Pointing the toe of her shoe forward, it drove hard against his mouth,
kicking his head right back with bloodied lips. He staggered back a few steps
before stumbling and falling to one knee.

'I should have done this years ago, you pathetic weed' the glamorous mature
lady exclaims standing over her ruined step-son. With hands on her hips and
feet spaced apart, the petite slim woman was a picture of female dominance
over a defeated male. 'That's enough. He's in no condition to cause any more
trouble' I tell her. She fixes me with a hard stare and points a finger at me
'Do you want to take his place'' she asks 'No. Then shut up' Her attention
returned to Paul who was groaning unintelligibly. He twitched in fear as
Debbie raised her right foot but she lowered it gently against the top of his
left shoulder 'Ssshh! It's alright' she told him in a soft soothing voice 'It
will all be over once you're outside those gates'. His gaze went to the sleek
well-shaped calves dangling close to his face then followed the inside of her
long thighs to the gusset of her tights openly exposed before him. 'You like
my legs don't you'' the impish mature lady chuckled knowing full well where he
was looking. Stretching her arms above her head, she rose onto her left toes
while raising her right leg out to one side at waist height. His eyes
following it, drinking in it's long sensual lines. 'You desire them' she
purred raising it higher showing her flexibility. With a twitching
trouser-tent his eyes followed entranced by those sexy long legs. Swinging it
slowly around, it lowered to waist height with the toe of her shoe pointing
right at him.

The sight broke the spell and Paul began to panic and threw a punch. Debbie
moved fast and smoothly, trapping his forearm with both hands stopping the
punch before it struck. A flash of nylon sheen streaked around the outside of
the captive arm and around his shoulder. With a solid thud, the toe of her
shoe hammered the side of his neck making his body jerk and spasm. Keeping his
arm captive, the sensual long slim leg folded back while still raised then
flashed out again to bury the sole of her shoe in his gut. With an explosive
loss of breath he back-pedalled across the lawn as Debbie released his arm. He
stopped and creased right over.

'Still want to fight a talentless old dancer'' Debbie teased walking up and
pressing a button on a raised box on a pole to operate the opening of the
gates. 'This is the finale, Junior, and you've a front row view' she said
turning to walk back to him. The mature ballerina's slender tautly muscled
dancer's legs once more became sexy things of terror. He cowered in terror as
his leggy step-mother kicked her long shapely right leg almost vertically in
front of her, stretching her mini-skirt tight. It stayed there for a few
seconds in an arousing display of flexibility before it fell with the back of
the heel clubbing the side of his face. He barely had time to cry out as she
pirouetted gracefully then delivered another flexible high-kick with the top
of a foot slamming against the side of his head. A non-stop barrage of strong
kicks followed as she spun elegantly around pausing only to unleash a
lightning-fast kick to his head. His head bobbed around like a small boat in a
storm. Each kick was fast, high and strong driving the dazed man towards the
gate. Flexible, sexy and dangerous, that long leg beat him tirelessly while
flying well above head height time after time, whilst going onto the toes of
her other leg whose calves flexed hard and sexy. Her shoe kept blasting his
face out of the way and over his shoulders sending him staggering back on
unsteady feet. It was brutal but I daren't intervene in case she turned on me.
He was completely destroyed and kept falling over but the petite woman pulled
him back up effortlessly with slim taut arms before nearly ripping his head
off with more blistering high front kicks. 'HAI YAH!' she yelled as a final
mighty kick flung him clean off his feet with such stunning force that his
whole body somersaulted in a backwards arcing trajectory. He crashed heavily
on the tarmac outside the open gates where he remained still. After an
almighty kick like that, he wasn't to get up anytime soon.

The cute-looking petite mature lady stood studying the devastating results of
her sexy long legs for several moments before swivelling on her heels and
walking back. Without a second glance at the motionless step-son she had
utterly destroyed, she stopped at the control box to close the gates. It was a
very arousing sight but I was worried whether I was next to feel her powerful
high kicks. 'Case closed' she stated as she reached me, her blue eyes boring
into me 'I will reimburse you for your troubles' 'You two are as bad as each
other' I told her 'You can't solve a family dispute with violence' 'Well I
have. He won't dare bother me again' she replied. 'We need to call a paramedic
to check he's OK' I told her, reaching for my mobile phone. Debbie's hands
shot out and grabbed mine, pulling them wide, then to my horror her right knee
rose in the gap between them unfurling in the blink of an eye. The sole of her
shoe hit my jaw like a thunderbolt, my head whipping right back, scrambling my
senses and making me lose my balance to fall to my knees.

'You'll soon join him if you don't co-operate' she stated as the sole of a
foot pressed upon my chest and I felt a surge of strength flow through her
upper thighs and calves pressing me onto my back. 'I feel so strong,
unstoppable' she declared flexing both slender arms in victory while I stared
up with longing at the small taut biceps that formed there 'Effing horny' she
added pressing her foot firmly on my chest to keep me down 'You didn't stand a
chance against my ballerina's legs' With her biceps flexed she kicked her
right leg up by her side making my dick lurch at the image of sheer power and
exciting flexibility. From my position on the grass looking up at the leggy
slender woman standing on one foot wearing a tightly stretched mini-skirt made
my dick very stiff indeed! The leg lowered and stretched towards my face and
to my amazement the limber woman slid into a front splits along my body with
the sole of the leading leg sliding along the centre of my chest until it
pressed against the bottom of my jaw and pushed my head right back. Pinned
beneath a cute looking mature woman doing the front splits on my body was
arousing but painful with the heel of a shoe digging into the underside of my
jaw. I grabbed her ankle to pull the foot away but she seized my hands and
pulled them away and held them firmly apart. The sweet-faced lady had turned
out to be ruthlessly dominant and it was really turning me on. Swinging her
legs around so they lay horizontally across me, I find her straddling my neck
with her entire bodyweight focussed on her crotch bearing down upon my
windpipe! The pubis bone at the front of her pelvis was driving right into my
throat in a way that is unique to women. It was humiliating knowing that this
lovely woman was choking me with her crotch! It was pressing down pinching off
my oesophagus strangling my airways and hurting my windpipe 'Oh look at your
face' she chuckled 'It's going bright red' I couldn't breathe. She was
literally strangling me with her crotch. Starting to panic I try to move my
arms but they are pinned by her lovely nylon-sheathed legs stretched out upon
either side trapping my shoulders beneath them. 'Oh eff, this is stimulating
my clit, Orrr it feels good' she moans 'You've got a really hard boner!' she
squeals in excitement 'You really like me doing this to you' I can barely hear
her over the pounding of my heart in my ears. 'Oh my God I feel so strong!'
she exclaims and I look up to see the impish woman flex her small hard biceps
again. My vision was blurring and the heaviness of my eyelids force me to
close my eyes.

My eyes fly open with a start and I find the cute lady doing the side-splits
on my face. She is moaning gently with her face lifted and eyes closed while
making small back and forward thrusts of her crotch upon my face. The moans
get louder as the pelvic thrusts get stronger and faster. Despite the
discomfort of my face being used as a sex toy, my erection was getting stiffer
by the second. Soon she lets out a louder moan then stops. 'That was great!'
she gasps. I'm so turned on I can't help myself and begin to lick her gusset.
'Oi! What are you doing'' she exclaims angrily, but I'm too aroused to stop.
'Stop that...Oh don't stop. That's the spot' She exclaims and begins thrusting
her crotch. Her hands slide behind the back of my head and pulls my face hard
against the front of her crotch while moaning and rubbing the gusset up and
down and all over my face in a wild frenzy. Her smell is wonderful and her
moans of pleasure drive me on 'Oh eff! Oh eff!' She exclaims. With only the
gusset of her nylons and panties separating my mouth from her pussy, she soon
goes crazy, rubbing against my face in a lust-fuelled frenzy, moaning loudly
as the climax takes her. 'Cumming...ohh efff!' is all I hear as my face is
buried in dampness.

I gasp to draw fresh air as Debbie sits back on my chest. I gasp as a hand
steals back and feels the tent in my trousers. She smiles at me with her blue
eyes wide. 'Well I can't turn you loose in the streets with that' she purred
softly then leant forward and began start licking the side of my neck, driving
me insane with lust at the intense sensations. She stopped licking and moved
her face above mine with our noses rubbing. "I've got another job for you" she
purred. I couldn't stop myself, she was a beautiful mature woman, fit, limber
with a great pair of legs. Taking hold of her I rolled her onto her back and
began kissing her neck gently enjoying her body writhe beneath me while making
soft sounds of pleasure. I also began running a hand over her nylon-clad
thighs. 'You are so beautiful' I told her as I kissed my way over to her
luscious pert mouth and began kissing her lips with increasing passion amazed
that she was being so responsive. I love to tell you what happened next but
she threaten to slap an injunction on me but was happy enough to tell you how
she dominated two men with her ballet dancer's legs.

I returned to my office to find a robed figure waiting. Her cowl was down,
there being no need for it any more. As she studied the pictures I had taken
of the statue, I gazed in wonder, not at the face of a prophetised saviour but
of an unfulfilled crush of a shy inexperienced youth. The familiar face from
my past negated any sense of menace. 'Anahita' I tell her. 'In her wrathful
form' she remarks then zooms into the picture and shows me the necklace of
skulls. She then studied the pictures of its base. 'A maze of some sort. A
temple at the start and this' she points to the opposite side 'appears to be
an altar. Given the orientation working top to bottom, you descend from the
temple to the altar. By the look of it, choosing the wrong path leads to
death' she said pointing at small skulls etched at various points 'So what's
the big secret'' I ask 'I don't know. I can ask a few people I trust but by
the look of it I suggest you should leave it well alone'

She returns the phone and all I can do is stare at her face 'I still can't
believe it's you' I tell her, adoring at the long golden blonde hair cascading
from a centre parted fringe to hug the sides of a long pale face to fall
fan-like over her shoulders down her front and back. Blue eyes bored into my
soul atop a long sleek nose. "I don't remember the red eye-lid makeup though"
I teased to which she playfully stuck out her tongue 'You still don't remember
when we first met'' She stated in what I imagined liquid honey would sound
like if it had a voice. 'We were 14' I replied 'In the same year at school but
different classes, except one where the whole form came together to watch some
video on unwanted pregnancies, drugs or what not' I replied 'We then broke
into smaller groups to discuss it. That's when I first saw you'.

'In other words, no' she replied with a smile that warmed my heart then gently
brushed my eyelids closed. An outdoor pool with warm waters heated by the sun
in a clear blue sky smiling at my sister's outraged shrieks as I reach the
bottom of the pool then launch myself with my feet and break the surface of
the water spraying her before quickly swimming away to the opposite edge. A
blonde girl in a bikini meets me there and playful tussles with me. Laughing I
chase after her as she flees across the water. I trap her against the other
side and we laugh before she becomes the hunter and it's my turn to flee.
Innocent fun with a whole outside pool to ourselves in the hazy lazy days of
days long past. 'The Sun-n-Sand hotel in what was then Bombay. Popular with
airline staff' I recalled 'but there was no blonde girl' 'It was me' Angel
said. 'That can't be' I said in astonishment 'We were there for our Navjate,
the Parsi equivalent of a christening. We stayed with Dad's relatives
memorising the words but not understanding them as we did not know the
Zoroastrian language'

'Do you remember the ceremony'' Angel asked. 'My sister and I knelt before the
priests reciting the words' I recalled. 'Who kneels by your right hand'' she
asks. 'The blonde girl from the pool. All dressed in white silk. A priest
drapes a white and gold cloth over the back of our wrist whilst recites more
words' I open my eyes in confusion 'That never happened. You're putting these
images in my mind' I accused' 'Sorry Jim. I assure you I can't do that' she
replied softly 'I was an orphan that was adopted by a Parsi family in England'
the beautiful blonde told me 'So we had a joint induction ceremony and my Mum
arranged for me to forget you and that part of it'' I was confused. 'No Jim,
it wasn't a blooming induction ceremony' Angel said seriously tapping the
board impatiently with the whiteboard marker on the link between my name and
hers under 'genealogical chart'. 'It was a betrothal' she replied 'Ordained by
the Priestesses of Anahita'