Iron Pants
By
Rellik©
2003
rellik@utmail.com

I received a letter in the post to come and collect the items that had been left to me in the will of the late William McPherson, from a firm of Solicitors in our town. The items had to be collected personally as laid down in the will, and proof of identity would be required before the items were handed over.
Now William McPherson was known to me as Bill who was when he died at the age of 64 from a heart attack, a good friend who lived in the "Big House" as we called it in our street. He was the happiest man you could ever meet, but his so called wife was the most miserable faced old cow you would ever meet.
Even although they were married Bill lived in a single bedroom cottage attached to the Big House, but had his meals in the Big House. Forty years previous there was a domestic because Bill was caught having it off with one of the maids in the house and was expelled to the cottage.
As Bill told me the story was like this. His wife (Isabella) was the owner of the three factories in the area left to her by her father. Bill was a worker in the one of the factories and it was at a time when youth was rebelling against everything. He and Isabella took part in a blue movie made by one of the members of their group, but also included scenes with his then girlfriend Isabella having it off with young underage boys, five of them in fact all in the same scene. He got hold of the films which were the originals with no copies and put them in a safe deposit box. He then approached Isabella and told her he had them, to keep the whole thing from going public they got married. Not a happy marriage, but it gave Bill a roof over his head, and he got a bit of sex, now and again, like crumbs throws to the sparrows. At this time they both lived in the same house, but she took on the long faced look from the time of the marriage.
Bill was an orphan who had gate crashed the in-crowd in the first place being with Isabella. He had no one; he now had a job in the factory as Dispatch manager which he said suited him. Well being a young man at the time and virile if he never got a bit of sex at home he looked elsewhere, and for a couple of years everything was fine, until the eventful day, when he was caught by his wife humping the maid on his bed. Even at that time he never shared the bed with his wife. Anyway he was thrown out to live in the small cottage. He held the films as a threat over his wife's head, so he continued his job, but they never spoke another word to one another from that day on.
Mrs McPherson was the most miserable woman you could ever meet she complained about everyone and everything. As children living in the area we were hounded by the Police for riding past her house and making too much noise, anything like that she would complain about. She was chairman or a member of that many committees that she had her finger in every pie and being one of the upper Industrialist class got what she wanted almost every time.
According to Bill she always dressed the same, white blouse with a high neck and long sleeves, black skirt to mid calf, black stockings 4 inch high heels, a black jacket to match skirt in colder days, her long hair up in a Scandinavian style bundle at the back of the head, her half round glasses on the end of her nose and no make-up, and a sour look on her face.
Through the years she was always appearing in the newspapers, or on TV and she always looked as Bill had described her. His name for her was 'Iron Pants'.
Bill on the other hand was always helpful, and would chat with anyone; he always had a smile on his face. How we became friends was when I was fifteen. He was walking in a park area near us, which has a pathway along the edge of a steep cliff, not very high but high enough, about 100 feet, Bill fell due to the path giving way. He got his leg jammed in the fork of a bush, which broke his fall, but also broke his leg.
Bill had lain in that position, unable to get out for about two hours, when I came along and spotted him. I got him out and assisted him to safer ground, then rushed to get an ambulance. I visited him in hospital and I got my name in the paper for saving him and for a while I was the local hero. After Bill got out of hospital I visited him in his cottage until I was visited by the police, and issued with a restriction order, banning me from approaching Mrs McPherson's house no nearer than 100 yards. I still had Bills telephone number so I rang and told him about it.
"The bitch, that is how Iron Pants is, sorry I'll see you in the park though."
It was then he told me what I have said above. He thanked me for saving him and caring about his welfare, and that one day I may be in a position to right the wrongs, that was all he said. As I grew up I often saw Bill, always with a smile on his face and a kind word for everyone, except Iron Pants.
Now this letter; I'm now 25 years old and ten years since I helped Bill, I wonder what he left me, I know he had no money himself? I got in the car and drove down to the law company, showed my identity and received a sealed envelope and a sealed metal box about nine inches deep, two foot long and a foot wide. I felt two keys in the envelope which I presumed were for the box. I signed for the items and drove home.
I placed the box on the kitchen table and opened the envelope. In it was a short letter, with two different keys attached to the letter. I won't say what was all in the letter but the fact that one key was the key to a safety deposit box in the local bank and the other for the box the lawyers gave me. He said that it was up to me how I used the items in the safety deposit box, but to enjoy myself with the contents of the other. At the bottom was two names highlighted. I just couldn't work it out.
I opened the box and it was full of odds and ends, cheap watches, keys, and junk really, then I noticed that one key was the same as the one for the safety deposit box. Then the penny dropped, the two names in the letter were the names the boxes were under.
Taking the lawyers letter, the letter with the two names and the two keys I returned to the towns centre and went to the deposit box section and explained all the facts. The teller in charge of that section showed me into a small room and five minutes later returned with both the boxes. He unlocked one of the locks on each box with his key and then left. Using my keys I opened the boxes. One was stacked with bank notes, the other contained six small 16mm reels and nothing else.
I pressed the button in the booth and the teller returned; I asked for two bags which I then put the tapes in one and the money in the other. I left the key in one lock and locked the other box. At the counter I told the teller that I would be keeping the box under Jack Johnson but the other I no longer needed.
When I got home, I dug out my old Singermatic with the video converter attached to it, then connected the lot to the video recorder. Being a Movie buff I knew that some of the old films were made on a very unstable base so I didn't want to run the film too many times. I would like to get it on the first hit.
The medium was good quality, but it was better to be safe than sorry, the first run recorded perfectly and there was no need to do much fiddling with the projector. Also the recordings came out crystal clear not that fuzzy images one sometimes gets with using a converter.
Now I saw how Bill had such a hold over Iron Pants, if this material got out she’d not only be ostracised, but imprisoned for improper dealings with minors. This material was dynamite. But what could I do with it.
There was the equivalent of $200,000(US) in notes, far too much to leave around the home. So bundling up the money and the six reels again I returned to the bank. I got a larger box and paid the difference and put both bags in the box.
On returning home I made a copy of the VHS tape, using an enhancer, to make sure the quality didn't drop too much on a second generation copy. I then returned to the bank, and placed the original tape in the box. I wonder what the bank thought of my comings and goings.
I reviewed the tape over and over and it was a turn on, Isabella had a fantastic body, I wonder if she still had? She still looked the same on the video as she does on the pictures I see of her on the TV and newspapers. Only in the video she is laughing in the pictures she is sour faced.
I am single, own my own house, fit and healthy and now am comfortably well off thanks to Bill. I'm going to take time off from work and laze around and enjoy myself.
Well I decided to stir the pot for Bill and screw Iron Pants as much as I could. She gave Bill a hard time, using the information Bill gave me, I was going to get revenge for his sake.
I got the number of the McPherson residence from a girl I knew who worked in the main office of the company, for the number is a silent one. The telephone exchange wouldn't even connect me to it. Anyway I rang the number and got the maid or servant of hers.
"I would like to speak to Mrs McPherson please?"
"I'm sorry Mrs McPherson speaks to no-one on the telephone."
"Give her this number please (which I gave) which is a telephone booth and tell her to ring within the next five minutes. Just say it's about some old film her dead husband had."
I put the phone down and waited. I didn't have long to wait, two and a half minutes to be precise.
"Who am I speaking to?" she demanded in a stern voice.
"Just a friend of Bill, I have in my possession a number of tapes that the authorities would be very interested in, can I come round and see you."
"If this is blackmail, I'll call the Police."
"By all means please call them; they are the ones who would be the most interested in the material on them. If you want I'll send the tapes myself to them."
"Please don't do that, come round I'll see you at six."
"No I'll see you at eight thirty."
"I'm going out to a meeting at that time."
"Well cancel it, eight thirty."
I then put down the phone, smiling to myself. It's started, I've disrupted her life already and I haven't really started.
"Bill do you approve?" I said looking to the skies.
I got to the 'Big House' five minutes early and waited outside the big gates so that I could time my arrival to the minute. At exactly eight thirty I rang the bell and immediately the door was opened, not by a servant but by Mrs I. McPherson herself. She still looked the sour faced bitch and dressed the way Bill described all these years before. She just stood there with one hand on the door and the other on the door frame.
"Well aren't you inviting me in?" I asked
"What we have to say can be said where we are, now where are these films?"
"They have all been transferred to video and the originals are well hidden and protected in a safe deposit box. You know you have a restraining order against me coming near this house, but then this time you have invited me. It is being pointless standing here, you don't want to discuss anything, and maybe I should make the film public."
On saying this I turned as if to walk away.
"Wait, please come inside." She said and I could see it hurt her to say these four words.
I walked in right past her. Into the main hallway I saw a door, which was open with a light on, I went into this and sat down in one of the easy chairs.
"I never invited you in here, how dare you just wander in and take over. What is it you want? Money? How much?"
"No I want no money, I want you?"
"Don't be ridicules, what do you want of me?"
"To fuck you to be exact, now what do you say?"
"Do you think I would have sex with you?" she said in a sneering voice.
"You did it with five at one time and I have proof. Have you a video player you can play it and see its all there. Here it's for you, it's yours I have plenty copies." I said throwing her the video tape.
"Get out you disgusting person, before I call and have you thrown out."
"Please yourself. How would you like me to release the films? One at a time like a series, or all together please choose?"
It was then she just plonked down on the other chair and burst out crying. Sobbing, I have never seen someone sob so much. I was even getting sorry for her, and then I remembered how she treated Bill. She was now getting a bit back.
"You would humiliate me to all my friends and business associates if even one got out. Please I will do anything to get them back and destroyed."
"I have told you my conditions."
"No, never that, I hate even the thought of having sex. Why would a young man like you want sex with a woman my age anyway?"
"Maybe you are right. If I didn't have sex, what would you do to get the films back?"
"Almost anything else, oh Please return the films."
"Let me see you with your hair down, it looks so stern tied up like that."
"If that will help I will oblige." She lifted her hands above her head and after a few minutes her hair was cascading down to the level of her breasts.
"Now will you give me the films?"
"If you think you will get them for just letting your hair down, think again. Please go and lock the door I don't want any interruptions from your servants."
"I have supper at nine pm when I am at home; it is nearly that now, so someone will be coming."
"Yes I will have some supper with you, tell whoever brings the supper that it is for two, then after that you don't want to be disturbed, understand."
"You are demanding a lot and assuming that I will comply."
"Just think public humiliation verses private humiliation."
"What exactly do you mean by that young man?" She was trying to talk down to me, showing her upper status to an inferior, but it didn't work I just let it slide off like water off a ducks back.
"Just think of what I said and order my supper, now do as you are told." I said with a stern voice.
It shook me for she didn't argue, but went out the door in a nose in the air attitude. Returning ten minutes later pushing a trolley, but with her hair combed. It made her look much younger and I was getting a twinge between the legs.
"Where did you go to comb your hair?"
"I went to my bedroom! Where else would I comb my hair?" she said so snottily.
"Right after we eat supper you will take me to your bedroom."
"You said you would not demand sex?"
"One can do other things in a bedroom other than fucking."
"Must you use such crude language?"
"Yes so get used to it lady, or do I call you Isabella?"
"How dare you speak to me in that tone?"
"Do as I tell you and I will give you the films and then walk out of your life."
"Thank you. The quicker I satisfy your conditions the better I will like it."
I enjoyed the beef sandwiches and the lovely cake I had with my coffee, and after we both finished, I said "Ok Isabella lead on, I will follow you to your bedroom."
She was very reluctant to go and I could see her turning all the possibilities round in her mind. Eventually she rose and made for the door, in the same attitude as the previous exit. On her way she switched off the light.
"Please close the door, fire prevention. The maid will collect the dirty things." God she had a way of saying things that really trampled anyone working for a living. That is something else I will make her regret added to my list.
If was obvious by the way she climbed the stairs that she was an extremely fit woman for her age, and went up almost as easily as I. I followed her to the top of the stairway and her bedroom was the first on the landing. Entering the large double door into a huge bedroom with a king size bed against one wall, and mirrors all along the opposite, except for a dressing table built in the middle. It showed her vanity, as she must like looking at herself with so many mirrors, but other than that it wasn't a very feminine room. There was only one bottle of perfume on the dressing table that I could see. But the floor had a lovely deep pile carpet.
"Now lock the door Isabella."
"Please don't call me by my first name, that is for friends only, not the likes of you, you blackmailer."
"Is that better or worse than a paedophile?"
"How dare you call me that?"
"What else do you call what you done, I bet the public would put you way ahead of what you called me if they knew."
"I hate what you are doing to me, you little man."
"Again the put down, but it won't work, Isabella."
"Don't call me that." But this time the tone had dropped.
"Right, lets see you without that horrible blouse Isabella."
"No way will I undress for you."
"The films, one or all?"
Reluctantly she stood in the middle of the room as I took a seat on the chair by the bed.
"I'm waiting, Isabella."
Slowly the hand went to the wrists and she undone the buttons there and slowly to the neck and started undoing them there.
"I haven't all night waiting for you, do what I say as quickly as you can and I will be out of your life."
She slowly carried on what she was doing until I shouted. "MOVE."
That really frightened her, and she had it off in seconds standing there without the blouse, but she had on a slip as well, which I had forgotten some women still wore.
"Right the skirt, and I want it done, NOW."
This was the approach as she stepped out of the skirt in no time flat.
This lady I discovered had to be bullied, for deep down underneath all the snottiness was a submissive woman, and that one shout had got under the outer layer, now I had a glimpse of her at her true character. I was now going to play on that and see what would happen.
"Get everything off except your bra and panties. I don't mean in an hour but right now."
She stood with her arms close to her body, arms bent with both hands up under her chin, fists clenched. Standing defiant, I could almost read the conflict that was going on within her head, by her stance, and the look in her eyes.
"I said NOW, SO GET A MOVE ON." I shouted sternly.
That did it she soon raised the slip over her head revealing a suspender belt holding up her stockings, she still had on her high heeled shoes, which all were quickly removed. There she stood a lot smaller now almost naked with her arms again bent and hands under her chin, but this time her knees slightly bent. She was in the typical submissive position or cowering position, I was getting further under her outer layer and becoming the dominant. Good, now to continue to break that snotty attitude, that had plagued Bill for most of his life.
"Drop your arms hold them away from your body and turn around, slowly."
"NO, I will not exhibit myself to you," she pleaded.
"DO IT!"
She jumped at my tone and then done as I said. She had a beautifully proportioned body, not too large breast cupped in a lace bra in a lime green satin texture with darker green lace on top, trim waist, wide hips with matching panties with lace around the legs which were like small boxer shorts but snug fitting. God I was as hard as a rock. Oh to get into that body.
"Now on your hands and knees and come over here."
"Why are you humiliating me in this way?"
I felt I had power over this woman which was increasing by the minute, and even though I had the tapes as a threat, but I no longer needed them.
"I said here right now."
This time I never raised my voice, just said it sternly. She quickly came over and stopped about two feet from where I was sitting.
"Closer until I say stop," I ordered.
I had opened my legs and she crawled until her dead actually hit my balls. "Stop." Then she looked up and saw where she was and I could see panic in her eyes.
I unzipped my trousers and brought out my penis. Now I said I was single, the reason for this was that I had a penis that was nine inches long, a freak of nature you will say, but once any woman sees it they are up and away, yet the few who never saw it before I fucked them loved it. It shows it's a mind thing, they think they couldn't take it, but they all can, easily, but it is hard to explain.
Isabella's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she confronted this weapon."
"Now kiss it."
"No way, you said no sex."
"Maybe I'm also a liar, now kiss it." I said taking her by the back of the head and pushed her face forward. She pushed back at first, and then she gave a closed lip kiss on the shaft and pushed her head back again.
"A proper open mouth kiss, but on the head, come on do it right, I know you can do it, I have seen the films remember."
"I've never done it since, I think it's disgusting."
"You didn't think so then, so get to it," again with a stern voice.
She leant forward and gave a quick kiss to the head.
"Since you won't kiss, it I want you to put it in your mouth."
"You're so big; I'll never get it in."
Not no I won't, but that it seems an impossibility, the barrier is dropping.
"Come on get on with it."
"I'll try but I don't think I'll be able to."
She lifted one hand and grasped the shaft, then she lowered her head and opened her mouth wide. As she done that I pushed the back of her head and the whole head popped in her mouth. At first she just let it sit there, she done nothing, except the saliva was now starting to seep out from the corner of her mouth. She had to move her tongue to stem the flow and it was then she rolled it around the head, and gave a small suck. Her eyes were boring into mine.
"Isabella, I know you can do better than that, I promise not to cum into your mouth, anyway you won't be doing it that long."
That seemed to convince her for she now moved her head back and forward even taking more in, but she was really stretched to the limit.
"OK, you can stop."
She took that long to pull back I thought she was going to carry on, on her own.
"Thank you, my jaw seems put out of joint."
The tone of her voice has completely changed now almost to normal conversational.
"Now you done it to me I will repay the favour, get your bra and panties off."
"No!"
"Yes, and now, and then get up on that bed." I said looking sternly as she cowered on the floor.
Now she started crying as she reached behind her back and under her bra. She had to stand up to remove her panties but she was holding one arm across her chest and her hand in front of her pubic area. She turned to walk to the bed.
"Stop, drop your hands and turn around slowly and let me really see you."
She had almost given up resisting, for she dropped her hands and the bra fell to the floor. I've seen more saggy breasts on young women than Isabella's, they were magnificent. She must never have been in the sun for her body was as white as snow; I could see no wrinkles at all on any part of her body and she had a lovely firm bottom, no droopiness at all.
"Ok carry on; since you are nude, I will get nude also." I shed my clothes and I had a raging hard-on which stood out like a rod of iron at a slight angle to my body.
She just lay there like a board, the look wasn't as stern as before but still no smile, maybe she has forgotten how to.
I leant over and kissed her breast nipple, but no reaction, she was frigid, yet she had shown some life when she had my prick in her mouth, maybe I should have let her continue.
I moved down and to open her legs but she was fighting me now and kept them together as tightly as possible.
"WOMAN, OPEN YOUR LEGS," I bellowed.
It was like some one opening a pair of scissors they opened as wide as she could. I lifted them behind the knees and placed her soles on the bed.
"Now keep them there."
"Please don't do this, I will do anything, but no more, I can't take any more." She actually pleaded.
The lips of her vagina were closed like her legs had been previously, with no hanging bits protruding the lips. I inserted a finger between them and she was very dry indeed. She has been without sex for forty years, and it seems all her secretions have dried up. I got an arm under each thigh and brought her love nest right to my mouth and plunged my face into it, using my tongue like a little penis. Rotating it within her, I moved up to find her clitoris and it took a long time to actually find it and I sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue round and round the little fellow.
About twenty seconds starting this, I felt the first sigh escape her lips, God I thought there is life there after all. I then gently took it between my teeth and between my teeth and my tongue started working on it. I suddenly felt a hand on my head holding me, encouraging me for more. Soon her breathing was coming in short gasps. I was raising her from the dead, she started rolling her hips and pushing herself into my face.
I came away and lifted my head and looked at her and she had the eyes of a love sick doe and the start of a smile.
"Please don't stop, I have forgotten that it felt so nice, now I ask you to continue."
I put my finger once more into her vagina and this time she was pouring out her juices, but I doubt never enough to take my penis for the first time.
"Have you any Vaseline?'
"On the dressing table, what do you want that for?"
I ignored her, and walked over and returned, opening the jar and took out a large lump.
Her legs were still open and knees bent so I resumed my old position and worked on her clitoris, soon she was really humping her hips and I knew she was having small orgasms by the way she was expelling air through her teeth, she was loving this attention. It was then I reached down and rubbed the head if my penis with a thick layer of Vaseline.
I then put two fingers in her tight vagina and rubbed it round the entrance, mixing it with her now flowing natural juices.
"I want you on your hands and knees again woman, facing the dressing table."
"Why, what are you going to do?"
"Do what you are told woman, I told you to do it, so do it."
She did, without any more whimpering.
"Now lower your arms and head but keep your bottom up."
She complied as I said it. What a lovely sight her little round puckered light brown hole with her fanny below, guarded by these two plump lips, now shinny with the Vaseline. I parted them and put the head of my penis at the entrance between these two mounds.
"You said you wouldn't, you promised," She cried, but I noticed she didn't move.
"So I lied." And as I said that I pushed myself into her body so that the head was buried, and from where I was, it looked perfect. She was tight I will say that, but I felt her stretch to accommodate me.
"Your splitting me, please, oh please, take it out I knew I would never take that penis of yours."
I completely ignored her and kept on driving in, gaining inch after inch, I felt her stretch, she was crying I'm not sure if it was in pain or humiliation but I didn't care, I was going to sink my tool to the limit in this ladies body, it was done at first for revenge, now it was just lust, I loved the feeling of her vagina wrapped around my penetrating shaft. I kept on going until I felt her cervix but carried on now stretching her vagina longer and longer until I was totally in. Then I stopped and rested, allowing her body to adapt to the intrusion.
"Well, you were wrong, it's all in, you have taken the lot."
No answer, so I waited, then I felt her rotating her hips ever so gently, great, she was getting used to having my nine inches embedded inside her. I started slow pumping and soon she was doing the same the rotation and the pumping getting faster and the pumping longer until we were pumping like long time lovers, my penis slipping easily in and out on a cushion of lubricant, both natural and introduced. She was now up on all fours rocking her body back and forward in time with mine, to get the greatest penetration.
"Oh harder, harder please and faster oh my I feel Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
She thrust her hips hard into mine shuddered and fell back on to the bed. I still carried on until I flooded her inside with my seed, I seemed to eject a lot of sperm, then I too had been without for a while but not as long as this lady.
"To hell with the tapes you can keep them, just come back and give me more of that great penis of yours." She gasped into the bed clothes.
Soon my penis deflated and it dropped out with a plop. I reached down and turned her on her back and lay down beside her.
She rolled towards me, put her arm around my neck, drawing my head down on to hers and kissed me with a tongue searching urgency. I returned the same and we lay entwined in each others arms and legs. She muttering god knows words into my ear, as her head moved all over the place, now working down my body, swinging herself until we were in a 69 er position, this time she sucked my limp penis into her mouth and in seconds it started to harden again, filling her mouth so quickly she nearly choked, but she drew back until only the head was in, she gave it a good tonguing until once again I was like an iron bar.
She swung round and sitting astride my hips slowly engulfed my now rock hard cock. I also noticed she was watching herself in the mirrors.
Until then no words had been spoken.
"You like watching my cock enter your cunt."
"Why I thought I would never take it, I don't know but I love the feeling it gives me, maybe any prick would have given me that feeling, after so long a time, but now I have been stretched to take this monster and this is the one I want from now on. Forget everything that has happened before now, will you keep giving me this, I will really do anything, but I just can't get it in my mouth it's far too big for there."
"What do you want me to call you; by the way my name is John."
"Hello John, call me Bella or anything else you want. Oh I love this feeling, just sitting here with you inside me; it must be up to my stomach," she said with a lovely smile on her face
She said this measuring what she thought my penis was with her hand.
I never went back to work; I rented my own home out, and moved in with Bella. No way was she Iron Pants, she was the hottest thing I've ever met and could take my penis as easy as pie now. She wanted it as often as she could. It was a shame she is so much older than me, but then her sex life will be extended far longer than any other woman her age. Forget about the young things, she will do anything I ask of her, and she knows I won't get kinky ideas.
Two weeks after moving in with her I went to the bank and got the six reels, the original tape plus the one I gave her and we sat and watched them burn, in the fire we lit in her garden. Now I had no hold over her and she was free from blackmail, she could throw me out and shout rape or anything else, but no that evening was just as the others.
"Thank you for burning the tapes and film, now I can love you for you and you alone, you have to stay with me. Promise!"
"I will, I'll always be here."
"I must keep up my image so I will be dressing as I always did, but I can always change when I come home to you as your sex slave."
The End