Mary By Tom Walker She can crush a man to orgasm between her legs I met her at a downtown night club on a Friday night. I was sitting at the bar, and she came over and asked me to dance. She was tall, perhaps 5'9", rangy, flat-chested, with slender boyish arms and hard sinewy legs. She wore a long high-slit skirt and black stiletto-heeled shoes. When she sat, she intertwined her legs and made sure that the dress slit fell open to reveal the sleek muscularity of her thighs and calves. When she danced with me, she opened her legs to capture my thigh, then closed them to apply gentle erotic pressure. She was not good-looking, but she had a sensual manner when she danced, draping herself against me and rising on her toes to emphasize her grace and probable agility in bed. I erected against her loins when we danced. She smiled when she felt me and responded by tonguing my ear. When she suggested that we leave for her place, I practically fell down in my rush to accompany her. An hour later, she lay on her back on her bed. I was naked on top of her, lying on my stomach between her legs. She was wearing a pink "baby doll" short-short nightgown, no panties. She had been tantalizing me with erotic foreplay until my whole body was trembling like a huge penis in a state of quivering tumescence. Grasping my real penis with her hand, she inserted and enveloped it in the tight sheath of her vagina. She was soaking wet, viscous. She placed her feet flat on the bed and began slow undulations of her hips. I responded by picking up her rhythm, driving forward and retreating in long thrusts. She gradually increased the tempo, and I marveled at her control over her internal muscles, the way she tightened them to hold and apply a sensual milking pressure along the length of me each time I pulled back. After another three minutes or so, she had increased the pace and was pistoning her hips under me with jackhammer speed, lifting and lowering my entire body weight with powerful thrusts of her loins. Carried along by her momentum, unable to control myself, I was breathing very loud, and she knew that I was about to come. I felt myself swell to the rock hard state that precedes ejaculation. She reached her hand over my back and down my buttocks, then thrust her finger hard into my anus, fucking me in the ass with it. The effect was electric. I exploded into her with an ejaculation that shook me from the base of my spine, encircling my hips with shuddering waves of indescribable sensation. As I came, she lashed those sinewy legs around me and locked them over my back, squeezing my sides with powerful constrictions of her thighs, pumping and milking the sperm out of me, holding me so tightly in her that I was gasping for breath as she churned and thrashed to her own screaming climax. After a few minutes, she unwound her legs and released me. I rolled onto my back next to her, feeling deliciously drained but near exhaustion. She slid herself over me, and I felt her mouth begin to explore my chest, her tongue lapping and poking, moving down my body until she was nibbling at the sensitive skin below my scrotum. She took me into her mouth and began a combination of licking and sucking until I was out of control, my legs writhing helplessly. Annoyed by my movement, she quickly clamped one of my legs with her thighs, holding me immobile while her mouth continued its erotic work. She tongued me to a new erection, then built my excitement until she felt me trembling for release. She SQUEEZED her fingers around the base of my penis, gripping it painfully tight to keep me from coming, holding the pressure until my erection subsided. She rolled alongside me and commanded: "Lift your back so I can wrap my legs around you." I obeyed. She extended one leg under my lower back, reached the other across my stomach and locked her ankles, clasping me between her thighs in a wrestler's SCISSORS grip. I felt her thigh muscles harden briefly as she flexed them tentatively to apply pressure. "Feel my leg muscles?" "Yes," I replied. "Are they strong?" she asked. As she said this, she tightened suddenly. "God, yes." I gasped, feeling the cables of her thighs tightening around me. Their very lack of fleshiness made the pressure more damaging, my stomach unable to resist the hard bone and muscle digging into it with such fearsome force. Easing the pressure, she continued talking: I love to get a guy in my SCISSORS. It's really a turn-on for me to hear some macho dude yelp when he first feels me SQUEEZE with these thigh muscles. If a guy's got a real strong stomach, I get him by being playful, squeezing him with a lot of little constrictions that he doesn't realize are slowly breaking down his stomach muscles. When he thinks he's getting used to it and begins to relax, I make the constrictions harder and keep a steady underlying pressure until I feel him begin to wince when I constrict. I can feel his muscles weaken between my thighs, and there's always a break point when I've SQUEEZED his muscles to exhaustion and they go suddenly flaccid, no resistance left. I love that feeling, his stomach spasming, his flesh all squishy and soft against my groin, his skin soaking with sweat against my thighs as I dig under his rib cage and SQUEEZE down on the soft flesh of his abdomen. I position my legs so they constrict his diaphragm, freezing his breathing in the middle of an exhale cycle. I SQUEEZE, and the air hisses out of him. I keep squeezing. I see his face turn red, then purple, then blanch to a pale gray-blue --- until he loses consciousness. My thighs get a good workout, which keeps them strong and deadly for future victims. I'm 35 now, and stronger than I ever was. These legs can apply and sustain pressure on a guy for as long as it takes to SQUEEZE him out. "You like this, don't you. I love doing this to you. It's a real fantasy turn-on, isn't it. Guys don't go for my big nose or this flat-chested bony body. It's my legs they look at and want. They like my muscles and they wonder what it would be like to be SQUEEZED by them. Well, now you know. I'm going to SQUEEZE an orgasm out of you like squeezing a tube of toothpaste --- and you're going to love every painful minute of it. She thrust her legs straight and hard against me, then bore down again on the pressure with violent constrictions of her interior thigh muscles, each constriction making me gasp, forcing me to squeal in spite of myself. After only 15 seconds of this repeated hammering, I was already out of breath. I felt sapped of strength, and my head was spinning dizzily. She turned her body, pressing her hips over me, adding their weight to the already unbearable pressure of her thighs. Then she reset her grip and SQUEEZED me with a prolonged powerful constriction. My breathing became a pained helpless hissing as she SQUEEZED the air out of me. I lost all circulation in my lower body, my legs tingling and writhing with a life of their own. "Now, we finish it." she whispered, and her hand closed around my scrotum. Her thigh muscles began rhythmic flexings, which she matched with rhythmic squeezings of her fingers. I swelled and swelled until I thought my skin would split. With a strangled scream, I finally exploded, my sperm soaking her thigh and erupting to spray my chest and face. Her legs mangled my stomach, tightening like the jaws of a giant vise. I heard her own gasping and squealing as she climaxed, her stomach banging against my side like a trip hammer just before I passed out. When I came to, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs outstretched. She was rubbing her palms along her interior thigh muscles, which were glistening with sweat and still blotchy and trembling from their exertions. "Oh man. That was great. You held on so long and I could tell you were loving every second of it, right to my squeezing you all the way out. Some guys get nasty when they feel themselves being crushed by my legs and they try to fight it, which can really spoil the fun. You didn't, and it was a great SQUEEZE turn-on for both of us. Can we do this again next Friday? Do you want to? You better see a doc first, though, to make sure you're OK. I was really squeezing you hard there. You may want to check your ribs, and also make sure I haven't done any permanent damage to your insides. I replied eagerly: "You're probably right about the physical. I think you cracked a couple of my ribs already. I've done a lot of wrestling with strong-legged guys who liked to use the SCISSORS. You're the first woman who's done it to me, but you SQUEEZED me harder than anybody in my whole life. I had no idea a woman's legs could be so strong. God knows I've fantasized about it plenty. You were 'right on' about my fantasies. You just SQUEEZED me to the most awesome orgasm I've ever experienced. She had in fact cracked two of my ribs with her SCISSORS, and I was taped up painfully for several weeks. I saw her while I was recuperating --- more often after I was fully recovered. Sex with her was always wonderful. She was experienced, wise, and had an uncanny sense of exactly how to bring me to maximum excitement --- especially with those legs! It was only because of Mary that I learned to know myself and to articulate my SCISSORS fetish to other women --- she was the first to catch onto it -- - a mixed bag considering how those others used it. In the right circumstances, however, and with the right sinewy-limbed woman, this fetish could be and often was a source of indescribable sexual pleasure --- never, however, quite as good - or as painful - as it first was with Mary.