The Fbook account
By Jimp
Hijacking your ex's FBook account is a bad idea if mom can kick your arse


(c) JIM P 2013

**SISLAW#6**

"Tracey can you get your mum to call me urgently, This is uncle Jim"

"F*** off yer prat this ain't Tracey, I've hacked her FBook account. F*** off
you w**ker"

I was shocked when my brother in-law Jim drew my attention to this. "Marianne,
you need to report this as this bozo is giving Tracey a bad name" Jim told me
when he eventually got hold of me via messaging. When I questioned my daughter
about it, she admitted that her ex-boyfriend Morgan had hi-jacked her account,
changed the password and wouldn't give it back. I had only met him a few times
and didn't like him; he was one of those swaggering gangsta yobs with their
trousers hanging ridiculously low but Tracey liked him and thought he was
cool.

I'm not very IT literate so Jim sent me a link to report the account hijack
except I couldn't get anywhere. My husband Kurt even tried reporting it to the
Police as identity theft but they just weren't interested. Kurt's criminal
record for dodgy dealing didn't help nor did getting angry and swearing at
them. He wanted to go around there and punch the guy's lights out. I managed
to calm him down, distracting him with a low-cut top, a short skirt, stockings
and suspenders and high-heel which soon took his mind off it. Well it is so
small that it can only handle thinking about one thing at a time. After
getting Morgan's address from Tracey, I went around to pay him a visit as I
wasn't going to stand for this creep giving my daughter a bad name.

It was cold outside so I put on my long thick coat. Morgan lived in a run-down
part of town where the drug dealers and other low-life scum lived off
benefits. Tracey had already told me that the council had given him his own
flat in a tower block. Of course he lived on the top floor and the lifts were
vandalised so I had to climb the dank concrete staircase that smelled of
urine. That made me remember being in a concrete high-risk car park with Jim
going up similar stairs to these, putting on a foreign accent and saying
"English toliet" then pretending to whip his dick out and spray it everywhere.
By the smell of it, that must have been exactly what these filthy yobs had
done. I continued to climb in the gloom because all the lights had been
smashed. Oh well, at least it gave my legs a good workout climbing all that
way. Luckily I didn't meet any yobs on the stairs, lucky for them that was. In
the mood I was in by the time I got to the top with my calves and thighs
burning, I would have kicked their teeth right to the back of their slimy
mouths if they got in my way. As it was, when I found the flat and knocked on
the door, I just barged right in when the creep opened it.

"Oi, whaddya think you're doing, mon. You can't come in here, git out" he
protested. He had one of those low, slow drawls and speech pattern trying to
emulate the black kids that they thought were so cool not realising that from
a white kid, it just made them sound stupid. I spun around to face him, fixing
him with a no-nonsense glare through my spectacles which magnified my eyes
and, so I'd been told, made me look fierce. "I'm not going anywhere until
you've given me the password to Tracey's FBook account" I said with a stern
tone. I never used to be that commanding but having 5 kids changes that.

I saw the way that he looked at me thinking I was an unattractive old turkey
who had no right being in his flat. I know that I'm not beautiful what with my
long narrow face, a nose which is too long and prominent, and the lines around
my long broad cheeks are a bit deep. The rectangular specs I wear magnify my
small blue eyes and make me look real gawky. My mouth is small with a narrow
jaw and deep chin, although Jim tells me my mouth is very kissable - the
cheeky blighter. My mousey blonde hair is home-cut with a fringe across the
front above my eyebrows, then flowing down over my ears to my shoulders.
Luckily I hadn't worn it clipped back which exposes a lot of forehead and my
large sticky out ears, he would have thought me a right ugly old cow instead
of just an old turkey. Well I might be getting on a bit but I am not passed it
just yet. At least my brother in-law, Jim finds me attractive and I think he
secretly fancies me and I can still get Kurt going when I need to.

It was very warm inside his flat so I took off my coat and hung it on the
stair newel post. When I turned around I got a shock for he was eyeing up my
bust. I'm actually quite proud of my bust. It used to be quite small but after
5 kids it had sprouted out into a nice pair of knockers which given my slim
figure made them seem quite large. To be honest, I had forgotton that I still
had on the clothes that I had used to calm down Kurt. With his lecherous gaze
on my mounds and cleavage formed by the bra I was wearing, I became
self-conscious and wished the pink top wasn't so tight fitting and had such a
low neck-line.

I tried to ignore him and spotted the door to the living room and headed
towards it. Somehow I knew that he was eyeing up the back of my legs as he
followed. That was when I realised that he had only ever seen me in leggings
and a baggy T-shirt. He had never seen my legs before. Well he was certainly
getting an eyeful today. For I was still wearing the very short black
mini-skirt I had put on to keep Kurt quiet; although why I bothered I didn't
know as he lost interest really quickly. I also had on high-heeled shoes which
really showed off my well-shaped calves.

It was strange but when I was younger, men never bothered with me but now they
really seemed to like my legs and I kept catching them looking when I walked
down the street. Although I was 5 foot 9, my body was quite slim, not bad
given that I had so many kids, and my legs long, slim and shapely. My thighs
were sleek, strong and toned as were my calves which were long with a thick
shapely calf muscle. These drove Jim to distraction and I loved to tease him,
flexing my toned calves and watching him trying not to stare at them and
failing. He was always going on about the beautiful strong diamond shapes, the
cleft between and the muscle tone. I developed these legs from many years of
walking down from the hill where we lived into town then having to walk up
another hill to take the kids to school or go the shops. Try doing that
several times a day. The kids may have left school now but I keep my legs and
the rest of my body toned by working out regularly in the gym that the
Salvation Army have. I'm in their militant wing and know how to take care of
myself which has greatly boosted my confidence.

Entering the living room, I spot a long sofa along one side so walk over to
it, sat down then crossed my legs. Oh damn, I forgot how short this skirt was
and felt the hem rise up onto the thick black stocking tops. There was no
chance that Morgan hadn't noticed. As he sat down next to me, his eyes were
wide and glued to the top of my thighs, gawping at my sheer black nylon
stockings and stocking tops. I was disgusted, this was my daughter's
ex-boyfriend and his eyes were lusting over my legs and bust. Jim and Kurt
kept telling me how great my legs were but honestly! I just couldn't get over
how my legs produced such a strong reaction in men especially after all those
years of being the gawky beanpole of a girl that no boy would ever look at
twice, let alone ask out on a date. I was still amazed that an ordinary not
very special looking housewife like me could get men going just by showing off
my legs.

I glared straight at his eyes letting the magnification of my glasses unsettle
him. "You will give Tracey back her FBook account. You stole it and are giving
her a bad name with your abuse" I told him trying to sound stern. "F off. She
dumped me, I keeping it as a memento, innit" he put on that stupid accent
which grated on my nerves. Instead of having the decency to look me in the
eye, his gaze never left the top of my thighs. Right you bastard, I thought
and raised my knee subtly higher which caused the hem to slide back to expose
a glimpse of the patch of bare skin above my stocking tops. His eyes
practically bulged as he realised that I was wearing stockings and suspenders
and a bulge began to form in his trousers.

Too late, I realised that had been mistake when I saw the calculating look in
his eye as he raised his face to mine then placed his hand on my knee. "Look
love, eyes tell you the password if you're good to me, if you know watta
mean?" the slimy creep said. "Innit" my mind silently added mockingly.
"Morgan!" I was shocked and forcibly removed his hand by bending back his
little finger causing him to yelp. "I came here to give you the chance to do
the right thing" I told him sternly. "You got great legs for an old turkey. I
do the right thing for you alright" he said in that silly accent winking
suggestively.

I was disgusted. My daughter was 18 and this creep only 2 years older. "I'm
nearly twice your age. Keep your hands to yourself. Now give me that password"
I demanded angrily. "Then I ain't saying nuttin" he said stubbornly still
staring hungrily at my legs. I'd wish I worn a longer skirt now. I looked away
in despair trying to think what to do next when my gaze fell upon a shiny
metal pole running vertically at one end of the room. To be honest, I
remembered noticing it before but was too wrapped up in the conversation to
comment. "Dats where me birds gimme a dance. know wadda I mean?" he said
noticing where I was looking.

"Did Tracey do that?" I asked. He didn't seem to notice the tension in my
voice. "Yeah, she was crap knaw wadda mean like, innit" he said dismissively.
I stood up absolutely fuming wanting to teach this creep a lesson but couldn't
think how. "Nice calves" he remarked. "For an old bird, that is" he added. He
was a leg man alright, but he was getting on my nerves. On purpose I raised
myself onto my toes, making my long shapely calves harden and swell into hard
edged pointed slabs. The muscle tone was enhanced by the sheer black nylon and
the seams running vertically along them. "Phroar great calves, shame Tracey
dun take after you. She kinda podgy" he remarked. It was just puppy-fat but I
wasn't going to waste my breath trying to tell him that.

His appreciation of my legs gave me an idea. Kurt once had one of his failed
get-rich quick schemes where I was a Policewoman-o'gram hired to give guys a
sexy lap-dance [JIMP#26]. I became quite skilled at it but I'd never done pole
dancing. How hard could it be? I thought studying it. "Dun even think abat it.
It for young birds not old turkey like you" Morgan said dismissively. That
just peed me off even more and made me even more determined to teach the
chauvinistic ageist pig a real tough lesson. "Let me show you what this old
turkey can do" I told him.

There was a MP3 player in a docking system close by and I pressed play and
some slinky funky dance music blared out. I began to get myself into the
rhythm, swaying my hips and thrusting out my ample bust. At the same time, I
bent my knees slightly as I pivoted around on my feet which made my sleek
thigh muscles tense like hard slabs with steel cords within my stockings.
Working up a sexy rhythm, bumping and grinding, I moved around the pole.

My backside is quite compact and firm what with all the exercises I do at the
Sally Army gym, so turning my back on the watching creep, I hitched up the
back of my skirt and thrust it towards him. I only had on a skimpy black thong
which showed off my hard tight bare buttocks. "Nice arse, great legs" he
moaned in appreciation which made me feel good. I continued to bump and grind
around the pole, trying to remember the moves I'd seen on some of those sleezy
cop films Kurt watched.

I hooked a calf around the pole then swung myself around it trying to look
like I knew what I was doing. Getting the feel for it, I found that I could
wrap the pole in the crook of my right arm, swing my body then grabbing hold
with my left below my body. In that way, I could keep myself off the floor
suspended horizontally across the pole allowing me to show off my
stocking-clad legs in different ways which kept Morgan's gaze glued to them. I
folded them up in front of the pole, the large meaty calves flaring out on
each side as they pressed against the bottom of my thigh. Stretching my legs
out as I controlled my spin around the pole, he got an eyeful of the full
length of my long legs, stocking tops and suspenders and skimpy briefs. The
sheen from the sheer black nylon made them look even sexier and Morgan watched
them like a hungry hawk. "This old turkey has good legs, Morgan" I told him,
trying to put on a breathy sexy voice. "Great legs" he moaned in reply. That
made me feel comfortable about showing off my legs to this creep.

As I continued to work the pole I gained the feel for it, gaining confidence
in my ability to use it, using muscles that I never knew I had. All the while
I tried to look sexy as best a 36 year old gawky looking mother of 5 could.
"Yeah mon, work that body" he sighed in appreciation. That boosted my
confidence, I was turning this young man on but I needed more of a reaction
than that. I took the plunge to try something more difficult. Grabbing the
pole with both hands, I went into a handstand on the floor then gripped the
pole between the insides of my thighs while locking my ankles. My short skirt
fell back, so he got full sight of my legs and skimpy covered crotch in all
their glory as I squeezed the pole with my strong inner thighs to keep me
inverted. With my strong legs keeping me in place, I moved my hands from the
floor and took firm grip of the pole behind my back. Slowly at first while
trying to look confident, I opened my legs and spread them apart wide. At that
moment I was grateful for the weight training the Sally Army gave me that
strengthened my upper body and allowed me to support myself like this without
falling to the floor in an untidy heap. Upside down doing the splits, I saw
the hard muscle of my calves flare out from my well-shaped lower legs. Men
really found that sexy?

Spinning slowly around the pole, I raised my upper body to just below
horizontal beneath my stretched legs. I then brought my right leg closer so
that the top of my thigh touched my chest, trapping the pole between them.
That allowed me to free a hand to catch the ankle of my left leg which I bent
back behind me and pull it up so that I doing a variant of the front splits
while stuck half-way up a pole. This was harder than it looked and I grew an
appreciation for girls who did this for a living.

I got more adventurous, swinging around hanging back from the pole with one
leg raised skywards and pulling the other ankle up behind me. But was it
turning on Morgan? Hanging from the pole upside down with my hands holding the
pole between my legs, I spread them out into a wide V shape. "This old turkey
is lithe and limber" I told him, pleased to see that he looked impressed but I
need a stronger reaction. I let my body corkscrew down and around the pole
until I reached the bottom when I dismounted and writhed around, flinging my
hair around as short as it was, trying to look wild and sexy. Morgan's eyes
seemed glued to my legs so I kicked one out straight and kept it held at waist
height, pleased to see his rapt attention on it. Yes, he was a leg-man
alright.

Leaning forward against the pole I turned around and thrust out my backside in
his direction and ground it, while looking back over my should trying to look
coy and sexy which is pretty hard to do when you are wearing spectacles and
look like a gawk. He didn't know where to look, the back of my legs or my
backside. Like my arse do you? Well get a load of this you bastard. I was
always quite supple, more so after the exercises at the Salvation Army.
Keeping my back to him, I opened my legs wide then bent forwards sharply so
that I was doubled over like a paper clip. Grabbing my calves I looked back at
Morgan from between my legs. His eyes were agog staring at the skimpy thong
that barely covered my snatch framed by my hard tight buttocks, bare like two
bowling balls. He didn't know where to put his eyes, on my arse, snatch or the
back of my long legs with my strong gently swelling hamstrings or my long
shapely muscular calves. "Orrr!" he moaned unable to keep his eyes still. But
I hadn't finished with him yet.

Grabbing hold of my calves, I pulled my head right between my knees then
pulling on my gym-toned stomach muscles I pulled my head right through until I
was looking up at my own backside. I'd not done this for a very long time, it
used to drive Kurt so wild with desire that he'd rush me and take me from
behind like an wild animal and exhaust himself in a very short space of time.
It was really stretching the limits of my flexibility and I knew my back would
pay for it in the morning. The blood was flowing to my head and I knew I
couldn't do this for long but the results were worthwhile. "Not bad for an old
turkey, eh?" I said with a smile. "Nnnnhg!" he groaned; his eyes wide and
locked right where my pussy was barely covered by a thin piece of material. A
stiff bulge rose steadily at the front of his trousers. His eyes were glued to
my crotch and that tentpole continued to rise to salute my glutes and calves
as I moved my backside around in time with the music.

The power to control a man's libido like that really turns me on. The young
man's eyes wandered all over the back of my legs and my buttocks but kept
returning to my crotch. I knew what he wanted and he wasn't going to get it.
He was hooked and growing harder by the second. Smiling I thrust my backside
back and forth, sticking out my hard tight buttocks towards him then pulling
it back. I did this several times and it had the desired effect although it
played hell with my back. "Orrrrgh! So hot" he groaned unable to tear his eyes
away. Yes, I still had it. He was hooked and hard alright. I saw the look of
disappointment as I pulled my head back from between my legs so gave him a
calve raise. I looked back over my hip and saw him staring at the rock hard
slabs in my long slender calves, that tent-pole quivering in his trousers.

I stood up and resumed dancing, grabbing the pole, I leant back while kicking
my leg up vertically and rested it on the pole. I stood there on my toes
making my calves flex while I did the front standing splits against the pole.
It wasn't just a demonstration of my flexibility and litheness or the promise
of amazing sexual prowess. It was also a peed-off mature woman exerting her
dominance over a young man's cock and more than that a warning of deadly
power, although it's not my fault if he is too thick to realise it. To
reinforce the message, I leant forwards, angled my crotch towards him as I
kicked my leg over my shoulder and rested my foot on the pole. "Phoooor" he
groaned, all he wanted to look at was my exposed crotch and that thing in his
trousers was twitching like it had a mind of its own. I could have laughed at
how weak-willed men were with no control over their dicks.

Grabbing the pole with one hand I slithered and writhed my way down it
spreading my legs wide on either side. As I reached the bottom, I swung around
to face him while I crouched down low. With one hand holding the pole I leant
back. My short skirt had ridden up so far that he got a full blast of the
skimpy thong briefs at my crotch and his eyes were riveted as in time with the
rhythm I thrust my crotch forward to lightly brush against the pole then fall
back. "Oh wow!" he gasped, he was riveted to my crotch. With my legs wide, the
cords of my inner thighs stood proud and the diamonds in my highly toned
calves flexed as I worked the pole. I had him where I wanted him, totally
sexually mesmerised. Giving him full view of my slim shapely legs sheathed in
sheer black nylon stockings, I repeatedly pushed up my crotch so that it would
brush the pole then sag back. I gave him what I hoped was a sexy smouldering
look as I continued to thrust my crotch forward increasing the amount of
contact in time with the rhythm and began to slither it up and down it,
running the camel's toe along the iron pole like I was masturbating against
it. "Sheet that's so hot" I heard him moan.

That bulge was now very stiff indeed and the thought that the contents might
have been inside my teenage daughter made me thrust and grind harder in anger
as I ran my crotch up and down that pole. I could hear his breathing getting
heavier and see beads of sweat upon his brow. I was really turning the bastard
on with this. I leant right back so that my head touched the floor while
keeping my legs in a crouched position running my crotch along the pole by
raising and lowering my feet onto my toes which caused my calves to flex and
relax. "Orrr!" I heard him groan louder, this was really getting him hot and
bothered. Good, I wanted to make the little creep dump an absolutely massive
load into his pants. Then creamed in humiliation I would get him to tell me
the password. The problem was working my crotch sensuously up and down the
pole felt too good and addictive and was actually turning me on. My own
breathing was heavy and I was heating up as my pussy rubbed against that pole
for longer and longer periods. I could feel the orgasm building and knew that
if I didn't stop now it would be too late. Even so, it was difficult to tear
myself away and stand up, the urge to cum was very strong.

I saw Morgan with a twitching tent in his trousers preparing to get up off the
sofa and come and get me in his lust. Once again I totally underestimated the
power of these legs on a young man even though I'm nothing special to look at,
just a 36 year old woman with spectacles, a long prominent nose and a narrow
face. My brother in-law Jim keeps telling me that I'm pretty in my own way but
he's a leg-man too. I stepped quickly to the sofa and raised my right leg and
place the sole of my shoe firmly against the top of his chest as he sat on the
edge of the seat ready to rise. That stopped him. I have to smile as he stares
hungrily along the length of my lanky shin and the big semi-pear drop shaped
mass dangling beneath. He can't help himself and raises his hands to have a
feel starting at my slim ankles then sliding along moving further apart as my
calf curves out sleekly at first until it becomes very deep below the back of
the knee where the muscle heads are. I can see him weighing them in his hands,
surprised by the weight of the shapely hanging muscle clad in sheer black
nylon. I press my foot against his chest, my sleek long thighs momentarily
swelling and he finds himself forcibly pressed back into the back cushion. My
legs might be long and slim but they are also deceptively strong.

I immediately climbed into his lap, sitting astride it facing him. I could
feel his hard erection beneath me and the feeling of control felt good but his
hands were all over me, groping my legs and breasts. "Oh babe, oh you're so
hot" he groaned. I raised my hands in front of my chest, open-palmed. Morgan
paused looking at me oddly as if this were some kind of joke. "Don't touch the
merchandise" I told him sternly. "Hai!" I yelled and slashed the edge of my
right hand into the side of his neck. His upper body tensed and shook and I
saw his eyes go out of focus for a moment.

Before he could recover, I raised myself up slightly and unzipped his flies to
allow his tent-pole to spring up then sat back down on it. "Is the old turkey
getting you hard?" I asked as I began to rub my crotch back and forth along
his stiff rod. "Ohhh! yes" he moaned. "Yes, you like that don't you? Just
don't touch" I warned raising my hands open-palmed again. "Ohhh!" he moaned
again but his eyes told me that he was wary of me now. "Fancying your
ex-girlfriend's mother, honestly I don't know" I said theatrically while
rubbing back and forth along his steadily growing erection. "You like these as
well don't you" I said seeing his gaze on my breasts as they bounced around as
I slid back and forth. He didn't need to answer, his wide eyes and dilated
pupils told me all I needed to know. Leaning forward without breaking rhythm,
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face right into the middle of my
cleavage. "Mmmh!" he moaned against my chest, although whether from fear of
suffocation or from pleasure I don't know. I might not be very ample but it's
more than enough to smother a guy. "Mmm!" keeping his face firmly in place
with my hands I wobbled my chest with his face stuck between them from side to
side while continuing to slide back and forth over his erection.

"When you mess with this old turkey you really get the works" I told him as he
luxuriated between my breasts. "Mmmm!" his hands rose to try and touch them.
"Ah ah! Do that and I'll have to break your fingers" I warned, a smile
creeping on my face as he hesitated. "Good" I chuckled "You've learnt your
lesson not to touch me". This felt so good. I was dominating this little twerp
with just my breasts and he was too wary to try and stop me. I felt certain
that I could put him away with just my tits but where would the fun in that
be? All I had originally wanted was to get my daughter her FBook account back
but now this twerp was really peeing me off and getting me angry so that I
just wanted to punish him and teach him a lesson. Besides, I was actually
enjoying dominating him like this although he didn't yet realise that I was
doing that. "And all because you wouldn't tell me the password you put on my
daughter's fbook account. Was it really worth it?" I taunted. "Mmmmm!" he
moaned into my cleavage. "That will teach you to letch after a woman's breasts
won't it" I told him then released his head from my buxomly prison.

Giving him no time to recover, I clambered up his chest with my legs astride
him and pinned his face beneath my crotch with my knees resting on the top of
the back cushion of the sofa. "Mmmm!" he moaned in alarm. He was sitting
upright on the sofa with his head pinned back beneath a 36 year old woman as I
sat astride his face. His mouth was beneath me and his nose was pressed right
up against the front of my skimpy black thong briefs, his eyes peering up at
me and the underside of my ample bust. "Having a good gawp at my tits again
are you?" I asked sarcastically. "Mmmm mmm!" he protested. I think that meant
no, but who cares? "I've a good mind to suffocate you in my tits again until
you pass out, but this is much more intimate" I said. Looking down at him
through my specs I added "Just think, I could have been your mother in-law and
we could have done this all the time". "Mmm!" "But you broke up with my
daughter and now you will have to miss out" I told him. God sitting on a man's
face always makes me feel so hot and horny. For some reason I thought of Jim
and wished I could sit on his face and force him to worship me. I quickly put
that thought to the back of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand.

I sat there gyrating on Morgan's face in time with the music, his face having
to go whatever direction I decided to go. "I'm pinning you with my pussy, just
think on that. Just a little bit of fabric separates your big mouth from my
sexpot" I teased. "Mmmm!" by the sound of that he was thinking on that.
"That's the closest you are getting to my pussy, sunshine" I taunted letting
him soak up being dominated beneath me. "I'm controlling you totally with my
pussy. That's how weak you are" I teased. The growing twitching tent-pole in
his pants told me that the situation was turning him on as much as it was me.
I really wanted to rub myself to an orgasm on his face but I didn't want to
give the little creep the knowledge that he had satisfied me sexually in some
way.

"Oh well I can't sit here chatting all day. I've things to do, like getting
the password to Tracey's FBook account out of you" I said and with that I
stood up and heard him gasp for breath. While he was still gasping I turned
around, hitched up the back of my skirt and pressed my backside over his face,
then began shaking my arse round and round forcing his face to go with it.
"Mmmpfh mmmpfh" he protested. "Oh you are loving it, just loving it. You
really like my arse" I remarked with a chuckle then slid my backside down to
his chest where I gave a little shake and grind before sliding on down into
his lap. With a little bump and grind, I felt his stiff rod slot into the
channel between my buttocks. "Oh isn't that nice!" I put on a fake moan of
sensual pleasure. That's when I really went to work on him, bumping and
grinding and thrusting back and forth like a crazed animal on heat.

I knew from my time as a lap-dancing policewoman-o'gram that no man can stand
this kind of one-on-one treatment for long, not from me anyway. I can milk my
loutish husband in seconds flat like this and this creep had no chance, not
after that sexy show I'd just given him. His flagpole was absolutely rigid and
my arse rubbing all over had it throbbing hard beneath me, except I was the
one who totally controlled it. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned in ecstasy "So good, so
good". I leant forwards and raised my rear just enough for his erection to
spring up but with the tip still wedged between my buttocks. "Hold onto your
hat" I warned him. "This is going to blow your socks" with that I thrust my
backside back and forth fast then worked it in a circular motion that got him
crying out like a woman in pleasure. Oh that made me smile, men are so weak
when you come down to it. Finally I went for the kill. I began to swing my
arse around in a figure of 8 with the tip of his erection wedged inside
forcing his hard rod to follow. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" he was literally
screaming the place down with pleasure and shooting his load by the bucket
load at the same time. I'd never seen or heard a man cum so hard. To think
that plain old me had just done that to a man! Phoar that made me feel so
horny but I wasn't going to do it with this creep. Again for some reason I
thought of Jim, now there was a man who really appreciated a dominant woman
and knew how to make her feel good.

I got off his sopping wet lap and sat on the cushion next to him on the sofa
relieved to have got that over and done with. Now I can just get that password
and get back home before Kurt notices that I've gone. He is over-possessive,
questioning me, always wanting to know where I've been, who I've seen but
there are some things he's better off not knowing. I turned to look at the
youth next to me and fixed him with my steely stare through my specs which
magnified their size and intensity while setting my small thin lipped mouth
firm. "There you've got that out of the way. I've given you pleasure now tell
me the password to Tracey's account" I told him but he just looked at me with
a stupid grin on his face. "Or shall I post on my wall how you creamed your
pants because you fancied your ex-girlfriend's mother?" I warned. That should
do it but his response wasn't what I expected.

He continued to look at me all weird then said "You're so amazing. Such a hot
body and the way you move it, wow! You've such a lovely kissable mouth. You're
so pretty". "Morgan, get a grip. Just tell me the password and then I'm gone"
I told him trying to sound stern. "No don't go. Stay. I wanna snog you and
give you a real proper seeing to" he said all starry-eyed. Oh no, it must be
post-climax bliss or something. I don't usually have young men declaring their
love for me, I should be so lucky.

He leant closer as if he was going to kiss me. "Oi! I'm warning you" I told
him sternly wagging a finger at him. "I'm a member of the Salvation Army. I
know how to take care of myself" I warned. "Salvation Army, phhrar yeah" he
exclaimed clearly amused. He didn't listen and brushed my hand away and leant
in for a kiss. I tried to lean away from him towards the arm of the sofa but
then suddenly he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me close. "Come here you hot
old bird" he demanded. That offended me. Still trying to lean away as far as I
could, I tried tugging my arm but he wouldn't let go. So I lifted and bent my
left knee out towards to the arm of the sofa which gave me room to kick it
back at close range angling my foot up towards the top of his left thigh in
the confined space. "Hai!" I yelled which made him jump as I drove back the
heel into his groin. WHAM! It hit with a satisfying thud. "Argh!" he cried in
pain and dropped my arm then began to fold forwards.

I tried to scramble to my feet but to my surprise Morgan lunged forwards,
caught my arm with both hands then pulled me back down to the sofa. He did
this with such force that I ended up with my back on the seat cushion with the
youth rearing up over me looking furious. "You gotch yerself a load of trouble
now, bitch!" he cried then slapped me hard across the face. SMACK! Ouch that
really stung. He was trying to get his knee between my side and the back seat
cushion to pin me but I brought up my left knee between our bodies and pressed
it against him to stop him while I struggled with his arms. Scared that he was
going to pin me soon and rape me, I needed to act fast. Momentarily lowering
my knee to drop my leg back to the sofa created a gap between us which I
filled by kicking my leg up. The hard leading edge of my shin struck him right
between the legs like swinging a bat into his balls. "Orrghh!" he wailed like
an injured animal and creased right over towards me. I put my hands on the top
of his head to stop him collapsing on top of me then dragging my shin from
between his legs until I had my foot firmly in his groin, I gave him a real
hard shove. My legs might be long and slim but they are deceptively strong.
With brief bulge of power in my slender thighs, Morgan went flying off me and
onto the floor.

This wasn't going to plan. I quickly got off the sofa to defend myself better
in case he was stupid enough to attack me again. I saw a movement close by out
of the corner of my eye and looked up, too late. SLAP SLAP SLAP three hard
stinging slaps swiped me across the face jerking my face left, right then left
again leaving me dazed. He must have balls of steel to have come right back at
me that soon. "F**cking cock-teasing bitch" he yelled. BLAM! "Orrgh!" an
unexpected fist drove hard into my gut. "Orgghh!" I moaned loudly as the fist
burrowed deep into my unprepared stomach. With the air driven out me, I
couldn't stop myself from creasing over. It is a horrible feeling being
winded, feeling helpless and exposed while your gut cramps up and your lungs
struggle to breathe. The worst of it was that I'd really never expected him to
hit me like that. Ah ah it really hurt, I wanted to curl up and cry. I needed
to stand straight to defend myself but my body betrayed me and made me bend
over so I could only see the carpet through my blurred tear-filled vision.

Oh Lord no! A pair of feet in socks appeared beneath me. I felt his hands take
hold of the back of my head. No, please no! I knew that if that had been me, I
would have jack-hammered my bony knee straight into his face while he was
stooped over and defenceless. I waited in dread for his knee to shoot up
towards me and bloody my face. Instead his foot swung up right between my
legs. BLAM! "." Pain flared in my crotch and I opened my mouth in a silent
wail of pain, too winded to voice the pain that made me want to curl and cry.
"See how you like it, bitch! You gotta learn proper respect for a man. Now get
down and suck my dick" the bastard said and with horror I realised that I was
too crippled with pain to do anything but obey.

***

"Arggh!" I gasped. My gut hurt and I was still bent over facing the floor but
I managed to get some air back into my lungs. "I said get down" he shouted and
I forced myself to look up just in time to see his fist swing towards my face.
Let's get it clear, I don't consider myself to be a martial artist. I just
happen to be somebody who took up self-defence [SISLAW#1] and found herself to
be very good at it. So it was that I actually surprise myself when out of pure
instinct I threw up my hands caught the blow even I still felt as the bottom
had dropped out of my world.

Digging my fingers into the nerves in his wrist, I forced myself to stand as
straight as my gut would allow. Quickly drawing back my other hand, open
palmed, across my opposite shoulder, I uncoiled it like a steel spring. In the
blink of an eye, my hand slashed in an arc from my left shoulder pass my right
hip streaking towards the apex of his legs. "Hai!" I gasped as the side of my
hand chopped his groin like an axe felling a tree. "Argh!" he wailed in
anguish then creased forwards cupping his balls. I brought back my hand ready
to chop the side his neck as he doubled over. I could have finished him then
and there with a hard chop to the neck that would have knocked him out cold. A
sudden thought came, had he been beating Tracey like this and forcing her to
do things that she didn't want to? Then I remembered the times that she had
picked up a few bruises which she just dismissed and never explained. A
horrible yawning developed in my stomach as I realised the truth and I just
saw red and wanted to punish the little bastard.

He looked up snarling with anger and raised his hand to slap me again. All
thoughts of my aching gut vanished. I didn't even think about my reaction, it
just happened. "Hai!" my right leg shot up like a rocket faster than he could
blink. BAM! The sole of my foot blasted his face. "Hai!" my legs soared
upwards again without pause and rocked his face again. "Hee Yah!" I yelled and
put all my power in a kick so hard that the next moment the top of my thigh
was bouncing against my chest as my foot soared way above my head like a
ballerina. It was an awesome high kick and must have looked really impressive
from where he stood with my long legs flying apart vertically looking sexy in
my lingerie and short skirt. Except that somewhere along the way my foot had
made contact with his jaw without stopping or slowing down and snapped his
head back so fast that he flew backwards and landed on the sofa. He looked so
dazed that he almost seemed out of it.

Jim always told me that with my long legs I'd make a good martial artist and
kick the stuffing out if any guy. I wasn't a martial artist but he was
certainly right on that score. It wasn't the most efficient kick, driven more
by anger than by skill but the sheer power had dropped him and nearly knocked
him out cold. The thought made me feel delicously squidgy down below. He sat
there for a moment in a daze, his eyes barely focussing. "Don't mess with me
Morgan. I can kick you into a whole world of pain with these sexy long legs" I
told him. He shook his head to shake out the cobwebs with his eyes slowly
coming into focus on me. "Don't mess with a Salvation Army woman, Morgan,
they're tougher than you can handle" I warned. He just gawped at me stupidly
as if he couldn't just believe what had happened.

I raised my hands, open-palmed, in a fight-ready stance trying to look tough.
"Do you know what follows pleasure, Morgan?" I asked. He looked confused, boy
were these modern kids thick. "Pain, Morgan. Pleasure is followed by pain.
You've had the pleasure now you've had the pain" I explained. "Now tell me the
password and I will leave here and you will never see me again" I added. I
glared at him through my specs with my lips tight trying to look tough and
hoping that he would see sense. "Otherwise, I will give you a whole world of
more pain" I added.

He stared back, neither of us saying anything for several moments until he
spoke up. "You gotta kinda pretty face for an old turkey. Nice mouth, nice
lips. Great legs too. Think that Kung Fu shit scares me? You think wrong" he
was getting himself worked up and angry. "I don't do Kung Fu, Morgan. I just
do self-defence training at the Sally Army" I replied then gave him a smile,
trying to seem a bit friendlier. "Come on, Morgan. Just tell me the password
and I'm gone" I said. It didn't have the reaction I was hoping for. "F**k you!
You dun tell me whatta do!" he yelled then launched himself from the sofa
hurtling towards me in a red rage of fury.

My self-defence training caused me to react instinctively without thinking.
"Hai!" I yelled, swivelling on one foot and snapping my right leg sideways
straight into his oncoming stomach. WHUMP! I felt my foot sink deep into his
middle, as he impaled himself on my shoe. Even though he looked quite fit and
strong, my foot sank through his stomach as though kicking a bale of hay.
"Worghh!" he wailed loudly as his breathe exploded through his mouth. I smiled
"Now it's your turn to be winded".

The youth staggered back under the power of the kick. I stepped forward, with
my long legs one step was all I needed. "Hai!" I kicked up my left leg sending
it in a high arc that clubbed him solidly around the top of his head, the long
reach of my legs making that very easy. THUD! He staggered backwards again and
I followed, stepping forward at a steady pace and kicking with my right leg in
a roundhouse that blasted my shin right across his upper chest like a crowbar.
"Hai!" THUMP! Step and kick using alternate legs. My left leg shot out in a
blur of black nylon and stocking tops driving the sole of my shoe against top
of his chest just below the base of his throat. His mouth fell open in a
silent cry of pain. He was still winded from that initial kick. I felt
increasingly powerful, invincible and able to kick the stuffing out of any
man. It made me feel so Grrrrrr! so horny that I felt like I could kick a man
to pieces then fuck the living daylights out of him afterwards, Corrr!.
Allowing him no time to recover, I continued to literally kick the gasping
youth all the way down the length of the room, a step at a time. All the while
being careful not to get too carried away and kick him so hard that he fell
over or knock his lights out.

Step, kick, "Hai!" I kicked fast and high blasting his chin, snapping his head
right back. He just couldn't cope with my barrage of powerful kicks - he was
just a man. Step, kick, "Hai!" a snap kick to the balls added to his misery
and caused him to step back in agony. He tried to turn away from me to get
away but I caught his arm. Step, kick, "Hai!" the sole of my foot hammered the
side of his neck and he nearly collapsed. Oops I must be more careful
otherwise he wasn't going to last. Step, kick, "Hai!" a powerful kick to the
middle of his chest continued his backwards journey along the length of the
lounge, his face in pain and too winded to cry out. Kicking in this short
skirt gave him a close up full view of my long shapely legs and the stockings
and suspenders in all their glory, as well as my skimpy briefs. It didn't
surprise me to see movement in his white pants sticking out of his flies as he
had first hand view of them kicking him helpless.

Step, spinning back kick, "Hai!" the sole of my foot shot out backward and
hammered his gut hard. "Pssshhh!" a weaker explosion of what little breath he
had left escaped his lips as my powerful kick continued his slow painful
backwards journey down the long combined living-dining room with his face red
and screwed up in agony. God, I just wanted to kick the crap out of him then
and there, I felt so strong and all-conquering but managed to restrain myself.
Step, kick to lower chest, "Hai!" THUMP! I didn't need to shout but I love the
way it makes them jump.

Step, kick to upper chest, "Hai!" THUMP! As I steadily drove him backwards
across the length of the room, my kicks gained in strength, becoming more
powerful and the effect on his body more devastating. Step, roundhouse to the
top of the head, "Hai!" THWOCK! His body jerked visibly each time my foot
hammered into him like a wrecking ball. Step, pivot, lean back "Hai!" WHAP!
high side kick clubbing him around the side of his face. Step, pivot, lean
back "Hai!" followed by a full-on pile-driver to the middle of his face WHAP!.
He went staggering into a low coffee table upending it and nearly lost his
footing. I have to be careful about that, my kicks were getting too powerful
for him to remain upright.

Not far to the end of the room now. Step kick yell BAM! I hammered my long
shin across his lower side and sent him close to the wall. I took the last
step "This is going hurt" I promised raising my knee and keeping it raised for
a long moment to let his eyes savour the view of the legs that he fancied.
"No!" he gasped as he realised the devastation that they were going to inflict
upon him. "Hai Yah!" I screamed loudly seeing him jump with fright. I powered
my leg skywards so hard and fast that his jaw didn't even slow it down for a
moment. Blasted by my foot on its unstoppable upward journey, his head whipped
back so hard that his whole body rose from the floor and smashed against the
wall behind. Wow! My kicks were really getting an awful lot stronger. I was
surprised to see large chunks of plaster falling off the bare wall behind
where his body had hit it and was now slithering down towards the floor.

Just for good measure I spun around on one foot and fired out a back kick.
"Hai!" I screamed as my foot hammered deep into his gut. BLAM! More plaster
fell as his body slammed back against the wall once more. He looked pathetic.
Totally dazed with glazed over eyes and his mouth wide open unable to scream
or draw breathe. He seemed to whither under my hard magnified gaze. "How
disappointing, we've run out of room. You really must get a longer lounge and
get me over to kick you down it" I told trying to keep any emotion from my
voice. I was just getting into my stride. It also reminded me of that first
time I had to defend myself against a man; a burglar who broke in to steal the
Christmas presents [SISLAW#1]. With barely any training behind me, I had
step-kicked him across the room then finished him off with my legs. He
couldn't handle my kicks either.

I looked at the scared beaten youth then thought what the hell, he deserves
it. Paralysed by stomach cramps and fear, he could only watch dumbly as I
grabbed the front of his T-shirt with both hands then pulled him away from the
wall. Immediately I fell backwards pulling the yob down with me while planting
my foot in his gut. The instant my back hit the floor and rolled to absorb the
impact, I straightened up my long leg pointing it towards the ceiling with
Morgan on the end of it. Then with added acceleration from my strong thighs I
sent him hurtling over my body, tumbling head over heels fast. With my lean
strong legs, my stomach throws are powerful and whiplash fast. BLAM! His back
hit the floor several feet further down the room.

As I jumped back to my feet and turned, I was surprised to see a red-faced
Morgan trying to get to his feet. He was very shaky but determined to get up.
That surprised me as usually they just lie there stunned after one of my
throws. He looked alarmed as I ran towards him and tried to punch the gawky 36
year old woman with the glasses. Blocking his blow by raising my forearm, I
quickly seized his wrist and used it to turn him around as I circled around
him until he was facing down the room towards the far end. Moving quicker than
he could react, I seized his shirt and once more fell backwards pulling him
down towards me into another stomach throw that hurled him in a blur further
down the lounge. BLAM!.

Oh I just love doing that to a man, using the very legs that turn him on to
provide powerful thrust into his gut or groin as I throw him, sending him
hurtling away. It makes me feel so sexy and strong that an ordinary
gawky-looking woman like me can out-fight any ordinary man just by using my
legs.

My throw had been so powerful that this time Morgan just lay flat on his back
completely dazed. I was just so worked up that I couldn't wait for him to get
up. Crouching down I grabbed his arm and applied a simple arm-bar and used it
to force him to his feet. Ignoring his yelps of pain I twisted his arm around
forcing him to turn until he is facing the right direction. Grabbing the back
of his neck with both hands, I jumped up bringing both knees right up to my
chest then slammed both feet into his belly. "Hmmmm!" he groaned. Hanging from
his neck I leant right back upsetting his centre of gravity and causing him to
topple forwards. Rolling on my back as soon as it hit the floor, I
straightened both legs giving an extra burst of power with my thighs that
whipped his body clean over me with such speed and force that he was just a
blur. SLAM! That sounded loud as his back landed heavily on the carpet some
feet behind me.

So fired up dominating this pratt and feeling my juices flow, I jumped up
quickly then forced him to his feet again with an arm-lock. I may have been a
bit overenthusiastic as he was yelping and crying as I roughly handled him.
"Get up you bastard" I snarled with my mouth tight, my magnified eyes glaring
daggers. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I pulled him roughly forwards so his
face was close to mine. "Beg you little pipsqueak" I said coldly and saw the
look of fear in his eyes. Corrr that made me so feel powerful, so tough,
corrrr it really turned me on.

I repeated the move but much quicker, leaping up folding my knees, I drove my
feet into his groin this time. Leaning right back, I pulled the young man down
with me as I fell backwards with both feet firmly planted in his groin.
Straightening my legs as back hit the floor and giving an extra push with my
thighs which lifted his backend high, he soared right over me to tumble
towards the floor several feet behind. KERSLAM! My, that was loud. It was a
surprise that the flat below hadn't come up to complain, maybe they were out
or maybe scared of this little jerk?.

Feeling exhilarated and full of luscious energy, I leapt to my feet. Turning
around, I felt disappointment that Morgan was flat on his back almost out it.
"Nearly there Morgan; One more strong stomach throw should do it" I told him
eager to flip him again. He was too shattered to object or resist as I hauled
him to his feet with a hard arm-lock. The youth could only look on in dazed
terror as I grabbed his shirt once more and fell back fast with my foot in his
groin in a lightning-fast stomach throw. Flexing my thighs to give added power
to his momentum, he shot away really fast towards the end of the room.
KERSLAM! He landed very heavily on his back.

I jumped up to find that I had thrown him up against the wall. His back was
the floor with his legs part way up the wall and he wasn't moving. Oh crap, I
had thrown him much harder than I intended. Had I knocked him out? That
thought made me all yummy instead. I went over and stood by his head, his eyes
opened at the sound and flickered along my long nylon-clad calve. "Still with
us then?" I asked, glaring coldly down at him. He was barely conscious, Orrrr
that made me all gooey inside to think that I could do that to a man.

"I could do this all day, Morgan" I told him, trying to look dominant and
authorative as I stood over him. My long stocking-clad legs must have looked
like they went on forever from where he lay by my feet. Gently I lifted a foot
and placed it on his face. He was too shattered to try and move it. "I could
keep on kicking you from one end of the room to the other then throw you all
the way back and do it all over again" I told him while rubbing his face
beneath my foot. Oh yes, I really would like to do that. "I could do it all
day long until you passed out from exhaustion and believe you me, I have much
more stamina than you have. Even though I'm nearly twice your age" I told him.
His eyes stopped wandering and seemed to come back into focus. "Now get up so
I can kick you all the way back again" I demanded. His eyes looked worried, at
that moment I must have looked like a powerful Valkyrie, too mighty too
handle.

I grabbed an arm and pulled it but before I could lock it, his legs fell from
the wall and he turned quickly then slipped out of my grasp. Morgan tried to
scramble to his knees, only making it after the third or fourth attempt. I
reached out to seize his wrist again but he grabbed my hand. "No more" he
gasped. "Oh yes, loads more" I replied with a tight smile. Turning away from
him and raising my knee to waist height, his eyes followed my lanky thighs,
running back and forth along my sexy lingerie with a mixture of longing and
dread. "Hai!" I kicked backwards in a blur of sheer black nylon and my sole
hammered his jaw. Down he went onto the carpet.

"I warned you before about touching, didn't I Morgan?" I said as I crouched
down behind him close to his head. Seizing an arm, I trapped his forearm in
the crook of my arm while pressing down with my other hand at the shoulder
joint. "Argh Argh!" he yelped as I pressured the joint twisting his arm above
his head while crouching astride the back of his head. I enjoyed watching my
thighs swell with strong steely muscle as they powered me up to stand
straight. "Argh! My arm, please no!" he yelped as he had no choice but to rise
or have his arm broken in at least two places. Upon his feet, I forced him
around to face me. "Step and kick time, Morgan" I said softly and saw the
alarm spread over his face. "N-no!" he stammered. "Oh yes, tough guy" I
replied.

I began kicking him all the way to the other end of the room again. "Hai!"
front stomp to his gut. Step, swivel, side kick to the sternum "Hai!". I felt
like an unstoppable female terminator and no man would have stood a chance
against my legs. Step, spinning back kick to the face "Hai!". Each kick got
progressively stronger, rocking his body hard. Step, pivot, roundhouse to the
middle of his chest. "Hai!" Step, jump high into the air. His eyes went wide
with shock as my crotch rose level with his face in the blink of an eye before
my stocking-clad right leg blasted vertically towards the ceiling whiplashing
his head hard causing him to stumble and almost fall.

I felt so powerful and full of adrenaline that I did a short run-up then
sprang high into the air. It was a mighty leap and I almost banged my head
upon the ceiling. In that instant I raised my right leg straight before me
while folding my left leg beneath as I flew through the air. Morgan's face
went white with shock to see me flying through the air fast on collision
course with his face like something out of a Kung-Fu movie. "Hai Yah!" I
screamed BERLAM! My foot struck his face like a force 5 hurricane. He shot
backwards so fast that he covered the final distance to the wall at the far
end in less than a second. BERLAM! His back slammed into the wall shaking more
plaster loose. Yes it was unnecessarily showy but I'd always wanted to do that
to a man and well, it worked, besides it felt great.

Stepping calmly towards him as he stood against the wall barely moving, I
glared at him through my glasses. Morgan looked totally stunned and more than
a little afraid of what this leggy old turkey with the specs was going to do
next. I showed him, grabbing the front of his shirt, I pulled back my leg then
shot it forward driving my knee right into the top of his diaphragm, right up
under his sternum. WHAM! "Mnnnnnn!" he gave a strangulated moan as I held my
nylon clad knee buried beneath his chest. A look of horror crept over his face
as he realised that he couldn't inflate his lungs.

I let him suffer for several long moments, not taking my piercing glare off
him with my specs magnifying my small blue eyes. His mouth opened and closed
several times like a goldfish as he failed to draw air and his face began to
turn red. I continued to glare at him coldly then asked "Do you still think
you can take me, tough man?" I asked scathingly as he gasped in vain for air
with his mouth wide open and his eyes began to bulge. Eyes staring at me in
fear he shook his head. I continued to glare at for several seconds more.
"Listen very carefully" I spoke slowly and softly yet with a very stern tone
of voice that made me sound like a headmistress, all the while I never stopped
glaring into his eyes. "You are going to logon to Tracey's Fbook account and
you will let me change the password, understood?" I asked. He nodded his head
desperate to breathe, his face bright red.

Still glaring at him fiercly I lowered my knee. He gave a deep gasp and looked
relieved. I was surprised to see that he was sporting a very stiff boner
sticking out his flies. Wow some men seemed to get turned on by being
dominated by a woman and I don't mean whips and chains and all that kinky
stuff. Preventing him from drawing air using my knee really turned him on,
actually it turned me on too. I had become very kinky ever since my brother-in
law Jim paid for me to take self-defence lessons and I discovered how much I
enjoyed dominating men using the techniques that I had learned.

Seizing his arm once more, I turned quickly before he could object and pulled
it over my shoulder while bending forward and shoving my backside into his
groin. Up he went onto my back then flying over my shoulder he went. BLAM! The
youth tumbled to the floor in the direction of the sofa. SLAM! SLAM! I quickly
repeated the shoulder throw twice more then once more over my hip SLAM!. To be
honest I barely remembered hauling up to his feet between throws, I was so
worked up and feeling great to be slamming a man around. They were rapid-fire
throws that left him dazed, giving me no resistance as I forced him quickly to
his feet after each.

Finally we reached the sofa; facing him I grabbed his right arm then turned my
side into him while sliding my other arm around his waist. Turning my back
into him, I leant forward and loaded him onto my hip where I was able to
control the direction of his fall so that he went head over heels to land on
the sofa.

Morgan struggled to turn himself around in the seat and managed to get his
feet onto the floor. I stepped close and stretched out my leg then pressed the
sole of my foot onto his throat pressing him back in the seat. His eyes
wandered with open longing along the long length of sheer black nylon to my
stocking tops. "Where's the laptop you use to access Fbook?" I asked fixing
him with a hard glare and keeping my mouth tight. He didn't answer immediately
so I pressed firmly with my foot against his throat. "Kkkk Kkkkk No laptop.
Kkk Use my phone innit" he replied anxiously grabbing my ankle but unable to
pull it away. "Don't touch" I snapped angrily pressing my foot harder so that
he began choking. "Kkkkk kkkk!" "Remove your hand or I'll drive my heel right
through your throat" I warned. "Kkkk kkk!" with obvious reluctance he removed
his grubby hands from my slender ankle.

Easing off the pressure I asked "Where is your phone?". His eyes glanced to a
shelf behind the sofa. "Get it" I ordered. I removed my foot and watched as he
reached back to get the phone then sat down next to him on the sofa. He kept
looking up from his phone to my legs as he logged on then accessed Fbook. "You
one hella kickass leggy lady" He said in admiration, his voice a bit hoarse
after I'd been pressing on his throat. "I can take care of myself" I replied
with confidence then put my palm out for his phone. He passed it to me telling
me "Hard but kinda hot looking too". What? all he saw was my small firm-set
thin-lipped mouth, deep chin, narrow face with the flats of my cheeks, my long
prominent nose and small blue eyes magnified by my spectacles. Looking at the
phone screen I saw that it was on the page to change the password.

Wary of him overseeing as I enter a new password, I slid into the corner of
the sofa and bring my feet up onto the cushion. I honestly didn't think about
how I was sitting, busy as I was changing the password. Glancing up to make
sure he wasn't going to try any funny business, I saw that his eyes were glued
on my legs. That's when I remembered how short my skirt was. I had my legs
wide apart bent at the knees. The youth was gawping openly at my stocking
covered legs and skimpy briefs at my crotch. I closed my knees to block his
view but not before I saw a lustful twitch in his pants. Maybe under different
circumstances I would have been flattered but this creep was my daughter's ex.

I handed Morgan back his phone. "Now post a full public apology for your
actions on her wall" I instructed. He typed away on the phone for a bit then
stopped and looked at me. "Dun an I sorry an all that" he said in his stupid
fake-black accent which was really getting on my nerves now. "Let me see" I
said putting out my hand glaring at him, trying to look strict and stern. He
gave me the phone once more and I checked his online apology not bothering to
correct his awful spelling then logged him out of my daughter's account and
returned the phone.

I got ready to rise and leave but to my surprise Morgan placed his hand on my
knee and began to stroke my thigh. "You got real hot legs" he began quickly
removing his hand when he saw my steely gaze. "You a cougar all rat. I can be
yer toy boy, ya kna whadda mean?" he said. The slimy creepy toad got my
heckles up. "With your great legs an kick-ass talents, you could go far in da
gang. You unnerstand?" he asked. "Oh I understand all right" I told him trying
to keep the anger from my voice.

Turning to face the creep while sliding back to the corner of the sofa, I
lifted my feet from the floor and swung them around to place them in his lap.
Sliding one foot behind and the other foot in front, I trapped the bulge in
his pants sticking up from his flies between my feet. "wadda doing?" he cried
in alarm as his hands went to my feet to remove them. BLAM! I kicked my left
leg up hard catching him right in the face. "No touching" I warned.

Returning my foot to his bulge, I begin to work it with my feet, massaging it.
"Oh you like that don't you Morgan? You like a little foot job" I said softly
giving him a tight smile. "It's getting much stiffer now" I whispered
seductively. Well, as seductively as a woman in her mid to late 30's with
spectacles can. His eyes were glued to my seamed stocking covered calves as my
high-heeled feet worked his bulge. "Look how big and shapely those calves are,
Morgan. Look how they dangle and wobble as my feet work you stiff" I whispered
sexily, his eyes watched my small mouth as I spoke and I felt his dick get
stiffer. "Such a lovely mouth" he moaned.

"Go on, touch them, feel them" I urged softly. He didn't hesitate. Looking
like a kid opening a present he took the nearest calve in both hands and began
to run them up and down over the long hanging semi-pear drop shaped mass.
"Wow, so long and shapely" he gasped, his breathing getting heavy. Watching my
calves jiggle and flex from close-up as I worked the foot job, he had no
chance. His hands slid up and down that strong hanging mass clearly enjoying
the feel of sheer nylon stockings under his palms. "What chance does your dick
have under legs that nearly kicked you senseless?" I told him. For a moment he
looked up into my eyes and I saw his gaze upon my mouth. I opened my mouth
slightly and ran my tongue around my lips. That was the final trigger, he
began bucking his hips and moaning. "Orrrrgh nnnn nnnnarrr!" he moaned with
his head thrown back and eyes closed. A damp patch rapidly spread across at
his groin as a stupid grin spread across his face.

I raised my leg and straightened it letting the calve dangle before his face.
He gazed at it for a long time in his post-bliss state before sighing
"Beautiful". "Feel it" I said softly. He did. "That's muscle that is. Muscle
which gives it its shape" I said softly. I raised the other calve holding it
vertical beneath the knee and flexed it. "Look how hard that lovely shape
goes, look at that slab of hard muscle standing out" I told him, slowly
rotating it so he got a good view. "Look at those diamond shapes and the cleft
between" I said. He did look and I saw him getting excited again. I turned it
towards his face then flexed it so that the long double shaped slab of hard
muscle was close to his mouth. "Kiss it" I said softly. He did and seemed to
enjoy it, so much so that he didn't notice that I had slipped my other calve
behind the back of his head.

"You do remember what comes after pleasure?" I asked softly. Again his eyes
went to my mouth. What was it with men and my mouth? It was small and
thin-lipped yet men kept telling me how kissable it looked. He remembered too
late. I locked my ankles and began scissoring the top of my shin behind his
neck and the big meaty long calve of the other across his throat. His hands
came up to try to prise it away but my calves were locked tight. "Kkkk Kkkk!"
he croaked. I placed my hands on the sofa seat and used them to raise my body
onto my arms. Stretching out my body and my legs, my calve moved closer to my
other shin, crushing his neck between. "Kkkk!" he croaked, clutching at the
swelling calve crushing his throat. I pulled his hand away by the little
finger and chopped him across the inside of his elbow. "Hai! No touching" I
warned with a stern look that made him shiver.

"This is what strong calves feel like, Morgan. Savour it" I told him as I
exerted my leggy strength. I'd never scissored a man using my calves like this
before and I was surprised how easy it was. "Strong aren't they, Morgan? My
calves that you fancy so much are stronger than you can cope with and are
putting you away" I told him. He tried to buck his body up and down in the
seat to break my grip but couldn't break my calve scissors. "The more you
resist the harder I squeeze, like THIS" "Urkk!" he croaked as I bore down
really hard which stopped his bucking as his eyes swam and his teeth clenched
trying to cope with the pressure. It must have been like having your neck
stuck between the iron handles of a pair of shears. "Oh this is a good
workout, Morgan" I told him amused that my calves had restrained him so
easily. "Helps keep them toned and strong" I told him as he screwed his eyes
and gritted his teeth.

With his head between them, I bent my legs at the knees which temporarily
relaxed my grip then snapped them out straight. "Arghh!" he cried with the
jolt around his neck. I bent my legs then snapped them straight again.
"Arghh!" I did this 7 or 8 times quickly in a row blasting his neck and making
him yelp. On the final time I stretched out my legs and focussed my strength
through my calves so much that I could see my thighs swell up into strong
slabs. "Ugghh!" Morgan groaned his face turning red.

In a sudden surge of desperate twisting and bucking of his body, the youth
broke free and tried to slide from the sofa while watching me. Quickly I
draped my legs over his shoulders with the calves down his back, grabbed his
chin with both hands and pulled his face back between my open legs. The young
man groaned in despair as he found my calves clamping around the sides of his
neck. His taste of freedom made him work harder to escape, twisting and
turning trying to break free but I held on tight. "Stop struggling Morgan.
You're becoming a bore" I told him. "All I have to do is THIS" Raising myself
up upon my arms, I straightened my legs, clenched my glutes and bore down
hard. "Argh!" he groaned, clenching his eyes tight and his face bright red. My
long legs were like railway sleepers relentlessly taut and unyielding. I bent
my knees slightly then snapped them out again punishing his neck with my
strong meaty calves. "Gak!" he croaked and began slapping my thighs
frantically as he writhed between my calves.

That peed me off. Catching his hands I unclamped my calves then quickly
crossed my shins over the front of his neck like a pair of scissors with his
neck at the fulcrum. "Bruise my legs and I'll use them to cut your head off" I
snarled angrily. Locking my feet behind his head, I stretched out my lanky
slim legs at the same time I pulled on his arms. "Gak!" he croaked as he found
his throat tight in the fulcrum of my crossed shins caught in the tension
between my sleek strong thighs pushing him away while I pulled back on his
arms. Rocking his head wildly from side to side and finding no relief, Morgan
suddenly threw himself towards me as if he could oppose the strength in my
legs. No chance. I flexed my thighs hard snapping my legs straight and
straightened my back while tensing my strong abs. He went flying back still
scissored between my crossed shins while I pulled on his arms keeping the hold
tight.

"I told you my legs were strong" I told him calmly while glaring at him
through my glasses. It was now my turn to swivel in the seat from one side to
other forcing him to struggle to cope between the pincher movement of my
shins. "Urk!" he kept croaking as the top of my shin bit relentlessly into his
neck on one side and the back of my calve on the other. Still he struggled to
escape. He tried twisting while pulling away. Suddenly I let go of his hands
and opened my calves a fraction. The momentum of his struggling caused him to
slip further down between my calves while his head was turning. I re-clamped
my calves shut and he now found the side of a long calve squeezing tight
across his throat while the side of my other calve pressed the back of his
neck towards it. "You're only making it worse for yourself" I told him.
"Nnnngh!" nnngh!" he strained to move the strangling calves with his hands.
"Like steel bars aren't they?" I teased watching his futile attempts to free
himself.

It was so funny the way he wriggled and writhed with his neck stuck between my
calves. "Kkkksh!" he gasped, his movements getting weaker as my calves took
their toll upon his windpipe. Suddenly in an almost suicidal move, the lad
hurled his body into the air towards me pressing me into the back of the sofa
almost strangling himself in my calves as I kept my legs straight while he
tried in vain to press them back towards my torso. All he had achieved was to
slide his head around in my calves so that they were biting into the sides of
his neck while he looked out at me from between. I turned in the seat to twist
to slam my legs and his head down but he resisted me. My calves never let go,
gripping his neck like a terrier. "Oh!" he groaned grabbing my knees and
trying to prise them apart.

The desperate young man managed to get his feet onto the sofa close to my
shoulders, still trying to prise my calves apart as he tried pushing himself
up off the seat. "My you are not giving up quietly are you Morgan" I chuckled
at his efforts as my calves clung on tight. "You really are quite weak but
determined, aren't you?" I taunted as he tugged at my calves in vain unable to
get them away from squeezing into the sides of his neck. "Poor little boy,
beaten up by your ex-girlfriend's mum" I teased as he tugged and pulled,
exasperation showing on his face as he couldn't budge my calves.

Catching me off-guard, Morgan suddenly pushed forwards onto his knees then
pressed himself upright on the sofa trying to stand up. I hung on
relentlessly, my body dangling from his neck. "Urkkk Ukkk!" he croaked the
weight of my body hanging from his neck was causing him to choke himself. He
suddenly fell back down to the sofa but the sudden jolt broke my grip. Morgan
quickly turned his back to me as he tried to make a get-away but my legs
whipped out in a flash over his shoulder catching the sides of his head
between my knees and locking my ankles. His hands clutched my shins as the
sides of my meaty calves flared out squashing against the sides of his throat.
"Nooo!" he groaned tugging at my ankles.

"Oh this is a much better hold. I can use my thighs to squeeze my knees
together like THIS" "Nnnnn!" he groaned at the surge of Strength, slapping and
tugging at my shin and calves which remained rock solid. "I've warned you
about touching" I told him. Grabbing his hands, I pulled back his arms as I
lay back and channelled my strength through my legs and glutes. "Nkkkk! Nkkk!"
he groaned, his face framed by my black nylon clad shins which I had bent down
his chest. "Nnngh nnngh!" he grunted as he kept trying to budge them. "Like a
wheel clamp, aren't they Morgan? Clamping your neck for illegal parking" I
chuckled. "Oh you're boring me now" I sighed as his attempts to prise my
calves open was getting weaker.

I raised myself up onto my arms, straightened my legs in one extra long hard
squeeze that left him shrieking before dropping back into the seat and
unclamping my legs. Morgan sat back exhausted on the sofa. Quickly before he
had a chance to recover, I threw myself at him; leaping up and over his head
and over his back with my thighs either side of his head in a reverse head
scissors with him in a seated position and with me bending over him. His hands
immediately came up to find firm strong stocking-clad thighs and hams swelling
around his head.

"Enjoy the view, Morgan" I told him. He had a good view looking down the back
of my legs at my long hard muscled calves as my long low swelling hams crushed
against his cheeks. Pressing my hands against the top of the back cushion of
the sofa I looked over my shoulder at the red-faced youth suffering between my
bulging hamstrings while he sat looking down along the backs of my calves.
"Arghh!" he groaned repeatedly as I squeezed my thighs together hard. "Now
you're trapped between my thighs and they are much more powerful than anything
I've given you so far" I told him. "Ah ah" I warned as his hands moved towards
my legs. "My legs are very strong from walking up hills every day but more so
now that I work out almost daily at the Sally Army" I told him. Most people
think that the women in the Salvation Army are old biddies obsessed with
religion, but the truth was that they had a Militant Wing comprised of very
fit women of all ages who were highly skilled in unarmed combat. Go on, I dare
you, next time you see a woman in a Salvation Army uniform, insult her and
watch her kick your arse until you are begging for the Lords' forgiveness.

"The secret is in the glutes, Morgan and my glutes are as hard as steel, feel
THIS" with that I stretched out my legs and clenched my backside feeling my
buttocks butt up against each other so tight that you wouldn't be able to
slide a ruler between them. "Ohhh God No!" he screamed, his face turning
bright red and the veins standing out on his forehead looking like they could
burst at any second. "There's plenty more where that came from" I said then
squeezed down extra hard. "Jeese no!" he wailed as the pressure soared. I
squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. "My legs are a lot stronger than they look
aren't they Morgan?". "Oh please please stop" he cried "it hurts". I
reverse-scissored the youth like that for at least a quarter of an hour.

I flexed my glutes hard to pour on a series of skull battering blasts, and
bent and straightened my legs rapidly to rock his brains. There was nothing he
could do but sit on the sofa and take it, with a good many cries and shrieks
of pain as I bore down with my slim legs. I slid down the back of the sofa
until my backside met the seat cushion, then stretched out sideways along the
seat cushions forcing Morgan to lay sideways with his head trapped firmly
between my thighs. "Argh argh!" he cried as I flexed then relaxed my glutes
several times in a row flexing my thighs hard at the same time around his
head. "Argh argh stop please argh!" he cried. "Oh and I thought you were so
tough" I taunted.

Clenching my glutes hard into tight hard balls, I squeezed down hard, watching
over my shoulder as my hamstrings swelled up like railroad sleepers around the
sides of his head. My thighs bulged like steel plates, the light reflecting
off the sheen of my stockings. I tensed holding the scissors tight for as long
as I could. "Arghh please no no" he wailed. I relaxed my glutes and thighs
then powered down again. "Nnnnn!" he groaned as I strained to pour it down on
his head. Then I let him have a barrage of pain relaxing and flexing my glutes
and legs really quickly. "Argh argh no, please, argh" he cried as I battered
him.

I then followed this with a series of long slow squeezes, flexing my legs so
tight that I could see steel-cable like cords standing proud on my sleeky
bulging thighs. "Strewth!" he gasped as I twisted my legs to the right then
the left forcing his scissored head to go with it. I repeated these moves
again and again letting him suffer in my strong sexy legs. Morgan's movements
got weaker and weaker and finally he slid from the sofa and onto the floor.
That's when I opened my legs then turned around to sit on the sofa behind him.

"No more!" he moaned weakly as I slid my legs around his head once more and
locked them into a tight figure 4 like a noose around his neck with the back
of his head tight against my crotch. "Argk!" he croaked as I clamped down
hard, twisting my legs from one side to the other as he cried in agony. "Yes
lots more. Mess with me, Morgan, and this is what you get" I told him sternly
as my thick shapely calve clamped tight across the front of his throat like a
crowbar. "I can scissor you until the cows come home, but you wouldn't be able
to take it" I added. This wasn't boasting, it was the truth.

Grabbing hold of my foot to keep the noose nice and tight, I let him have a
series of jolts that whipped his head back so hard they nearly snapped his
neck. Finally I straightened my legs, locked my ankles and powered down hard,
pleased to see how pumped up and powerful my thighs looked. Twisting savagely
from side to side, he cried out pain as his head was forced to follow. Raising
myself upon my hands I poured everything I had through my stocking-clad
thighs. "Arghh!" he yelled sobbing as my sleek thighs turned into a thick slab
of muscle, pointed towards the side of my knee.

"Dear God no! I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he shrieked as I held on like a terrier
really letting him have it. Then I felt him start to go limp, the power of my
legs to knock out a man is so sexy that it can bring me to orgasm, but that
wasn't what I wanted. Lowering my backside to ease off the pressure, I opened
my legs.

Morgan visibly flinched as I draped my right leg over his shoulder. "There
there. It's almost over little boy" I teased in a soothing voice as I gently
stroked the long length of my calve along the side of his face. It took a few
moments for Morgan to regain his senses. "Please no" he whimpered. "I thought
you liked my legs?" I asked softly teasing. His hands moved towards my leg
then stopped. "I..I'm sorry" he sobbed. I stopped stroking his face and
withdrew my calve. "Turn around and face me" I demanded sternly. "Please no,
I'm sorry" he replied, clearly broken. I stretched my right thigh out past his
shoulder flexing it in front of his face. "Do it or I'll scissor you until the
pips come out" I said glaring at him with my magnified blue eyes. He turned
around, visibly nervous and with good reason for I pulled his face right into
my crotch and closed my thighs around the sides of his head. "That's as close
as you are getting to my pussy" I told him as he shuffled against the front of
my panties.

This was the bit I really enjoyed, OK another bit that I really enjoyed on top
of all the other bits that I had subjected this young man to. I stared into
his frightened eyes peeping up at me from over the front of my panties, the
lens of my specs magnifying my small eyes making them look scary. I didn't say
a word for a long time, I just kept glaring down at him watching him become
more and more agitated.

"I'm going to knock you out now" I told him sounding confident. His eyes went
wide with fright when I said that. I glared at him through my specs looking
stern. "When you come around or perhaps I should say IF you come around. I
never want to see you seeing or speaking with my daughter face to face, over
the phone or on the Internet or I will post the pictures that I am going to
take while you are knocked out cold on Fbook and make them public globally" he
looked really scared at that prospect. "And I will boast on there how a woman
old enough to be your mother made you cream your pants, not once but twice" I
added. He looked real scared.

I flexed my thighs, pleased to see them swell into long solid slabs that
looked really pumped up now and felt my inner thighs, like steel cables,
biting deep into the carotid arteries either side of his neck. "Mmmm!" he
moaned in alarm into my crotch. Orrr that felt good. I don't think he expected
it to be as tight as that. "Mmm! Mmm!" I flexed my long sleek thighs several
times letting him suffer in their strength.

"Now I'm going to do some pelvic floor exercises. You're not going to enjoy
this but it keeps my love muscles nice and strong" I told him. I began to
concentrate on tightening my pussy muscles the way that mum showed me which
caused my glutes and legs to tighten like pillars of steel. "Miii! Miiii!" he
screamed in my crotch as I exercised the internal muscles with a series of
reps. "Miii! Miiii!" Oh God if he keeps doing that I'm going to cum real soon.
I never expected that strong a reaction.

"Well since you can't handle that, I've no further use for you" I told the
trapped youth. With that I raised myself upon my hands, stretched out my long
legs and totally powered down. "MMMMM!" he shrieked into my crotch as my sleek
thighs ballooned into powerful slabs of muscle. The vibarations of his screams
against my muff were going to make me cum. Oh oh. "Mnnnnargh!" I moaned out
loud as the orgasm hit me, every muscle in my body went tense. I saw Morgan's
eyes just roll up inside of his head as his face went slack. "Ohhhhhhh!" that
just made me cum harder, my legs involuntarily tightening even harder until my
thighs, hams and calves resembled rugged armoured plates. With thick slabs
looking sexy under sheer black nylon they looked so strong they looked like
they could crack boulders. "Ohhhhh!" the thought made me cum harder and I felt
myself squirt hard into the young man's unconscious face.

Finally and finding my legs stiff I opened my legs to let Morgan tumble out
limply onto to floor. He was right out of if and I noticed he had creamed
himself again. Probably when he realised he was slipping under and beaten by
my legs. I tried to stand up but couldn't, my legs were too shaky after that
big orgasm. I had to rest a bit and while I did, I checked that I hadn't
actually killed the little bastard. After a few minutes I was able to get up
and went into the hall to get my coat.

Remembering to go back into the living room to take a few shots on the camera
on my phone before leaving by the front door. I steeled myself for the long
climb down the stairs that would pump up my thighs at least, not that they
needed after that, they felt as hard as steel girders as it was.