THE SCISSORING SISTER-IN-LAW
By Kandor
Dave picked up the phone and called Mary, his former sister-in-law. He
hadn't talked with her since he and his wife, Annie, had gotten a
divorce. The two sisters were close, but Dave always felt a kinship with
the younger woman, she was friendly, outgoing and warm, all the things
her older, bigger sister wasn't. He wanted to still be friends with
Mary, go to family functions for the kids, things like that. He was
reaching out as a friend more than the ex-husband of Mary's sister.
But Mary was cold on the phone, decidedly less friendly than Dave
anticipated. He tried talking to her, but she wouldn't listen.
"Mary, please, you're a nice person, one of the nicest in the family,"
he said. "Won't you listen to me? Suppose I come over, we'll talk."
"That would not be a good idea, David," she said sternly. "The way
things are now, I can't guarantee you'd be safe here."
"Safe? What's that mean, your husband is gonna beat me up?"
"He's not home. No one is," Mary said evenly, a bite in her voice.
"What do you mean, not safe?" Dave asked. "Mary, you're not making
sense."
"Never mind," she said. "Just don't come over, I can't guarantee I
wouldn't hurt you."
Dave was flustered and a little angry.
"I don't get this, this is stupid," he stammered. "I'm coming over,
this is nonsense."
Mary laughed a slight, bitter laugh. "It's your call, David. I warned
you."
Dave drove over and ran into the house. Mary wasn't inside, but he saw
her out back, in the yard, sunning herself. He'd always sexually admired
the lean, lithe short-haired brunette, particularly her legs and ass.
She was on the thin side, but had sinewy, rugged limbs, especially in
her calves. It ran in the family it seemed, and at family get-togethers,
Mary and Annie would compare calf muscles. Annie's were much bigger, but
Mary's were none too bad themselves, smaller but very pronounced. The
rest of her legs were on the thin side, which made her large, cut calves
seem slightly incongruous, made them stick out more.
Dave walked up to where Mary was lounging in a chair. She wore a baggy
T-shirt and knee-length khaki shorts. On her feet were short white socks
and sneakers. She had on sunglasses and wasn't looking at Dave, but was
staring up in the sky.
"You shouldn't be here, David," she said calmly. "Last chance. Now
go."
"I don't know what your problem is, lady, but I'm here to talk. Now
let's talk."
Mary looked at him and smiled. "Go sit over there. We'll talk."
She motioned to a chair by the deck. Mary sat 30 feet away. Dave
looked confused.
"Just go sit down, I'll be right there," Mary said.
Dave shrugged and went to sit down. Mary stood up and stretched, side
to side, back to back, like she was warming up for something. Dave
watched, eyes wide open, as she stripped out of her clothes and stood in
a very tight white leotard. Her tanned, rugged limbs stood out in
contrast to the lightness of the material. Dave started to speak. Mary
cut him off.
"Remember how in high school I was a crack gymnast, David?" Mary said,
twisting from side to side. "Remember how you and Annie used to come to
my meets? I remember one time you commenting on my legs, David. It
pissed Annie off, but you said you really liked my legs. Remember that,
David? I was 16 years old but had very, very muscular legs. You liked
that."
Dave was sweating now remembering that and watching Mary limber up. He
still had no idea what she was up to.
"Take a trip down memory lane with me, David," she hissed, aiming her
body his way. "Watch me fly!!"
Like lightening, Mary ran and launched herself into a series of back
handsprings and side cartwheels. Dave couldn't believe how fast she was
going, her lithe body snapping over on hands and feet like a seasoned
veteran of the gymnastics circuit. She must keep up on it, he thought to
himself. Then everything went black and there was a splitting pain in
his skull. Mary had ended her routine by capturing the seated man in a
flying facescissors, her sweaty crotch plastered to his face, her
limber, muscular thighs laced around his ears. He was still in the
chair, Mary draped around him, seated on his shoulders but facing his
face. She hunched over hard and the chair fell backwards, and she was
now standing on crossed feet, Dave's agonized face staring up at her.
Mary smiled. Dave tried to scream but his voice was muffled in Mary's
crotch and by the intense squeeze of her iron thighs.
"How do you like my legs NOW, David!" she growled, hands on hips,
snapping her legs down harder on him until he screamed into her crotch.
"Mmmmmm...that's nice, scream again for Mary...c'mon...SCREAM!!"
He did and Mary shuddered, but then reintensified the scissor hold on
him and concentrated on cracking his head open, or so it seemed. Dave's
hands vainly pawed at the thin but incredibly hard thighs that captured
his head, only to slide off. The heat of the midday sun was baking them
both, and Mary's legs were shiny with the sweat of destroying her
brother-in-law.
"You BASTARD!" Mary yelled down into his face. "How dare you try to
explain to me about your divorce! You left your wife, my sister, that's
all I know!! You insisted on coming over here, you asshole, well now
you're gonna pay the price! In my LEGS!!!"
Mary vaulted over forward, taking Dave with her, and when she landed,
she released him in a flying roll that sent him crashing to the middle
of the lawn. He staggered to his feet and Mary walked up calmly to him
only to unleash a brutal roundhouse kick with her foot, while she stood
with her hands on her hips. Then she used her other foot, back and forth
she went, slapping his face with her sneakered feet until Dave fell to
his knees. She quickly straddled his back and locked her knees around
his sides, crossing her feet beneath him.
"Nothing but legs, David, nothing but legs," she growled, punching the
bodyscissors hard on him until he felt his ribs bend. "That's all I
need, my legs..."
She snapped him once, twice and on the third time, she felt a rib
crack. Dave screamed; Mary laughed a guttural, dominant laugh. She
looked around at the quiet neighborhood and knew no one was around to
hear him break in her legs. The beating continued. She let him go and
stood him up, only to take him down in another flying scissors, this
time her lithe, lean thighs finding his throat. They ended up on the
lawn, he on his back, Mary on her side, her top thigh folded up
alongside his face, the calf pushing his head into the back of her
rugged thigh. The position of her leg was cutting off the blood supply
to his brain and he felt himself going under. He begged for mercy.
"Mary...please....no more...," he cried. "Passing...out....stop...."
"I know you're passing out, you shithead, I've used this scissorlock
my whole life to knock people out," she growled, leaning up to look down
on his sweaty, panicked face. "I'm not gonna let you pass out though, I
want you awake and alive enough to suffer!!"
She straightened her legs out now into a throat scissors, not a hold
to knock him out, only one to crush his windpipe and make him croak,
unable to talk. She leaned up on her arms and tilted her head back,
concentrating on the total squeeze, her shades still on, her short brown
hair hanging in sweaty strands over her pretty face. Torturing him in
the grinding throat scissors for five minutes, she finally let go and
stood up, shaking the cramps from her legs. She stood looking at them,
admiring the pumped-up muscle tone, feeling them in her hands.
"Damn, I still got it," she crowed to herself as Dave slowly got to
his feet, his ribs on fire, his throat crushed.
"I....go....now...," he croaked, hardly able to speak.
"No...more...please..."
He started to walk toward the back gate, but Mary blocked his way
after doing a couple of seamless hand walkovers to get around him. Dave
winced when he saw those legs glide past his face. She stood at the
gate, hands on hips.
"On your knees and put your neck into my calves," Mary said. "I want
to scissor you in my calves now."
Dave tried to back away, but Mary was too quick. A sneakered foot shot
up between his legs, nailing his nuts and taking his breath away.
Involuntarily, Dave fell to his knees, hands over his wounded balls.
Mary stood before him,calmly waiting.
"Your neck, David...put it into my calves," she ordered him.
"Please...no more legs, I can't take it..." he whimpered, one hand on
his nuts, the other waving before him in a begging motion.
Mary sighed impatiently and swung one leg up and over his head,
snapping it down and then reeling around to stand on crossed feet, one
smooth motion that put Dave's neck directly between her fiercely muscled
calves. He was belly down, his eyes looked at the ground at the back of
Mary's sneakered feet, the incredible pressure of her iron calves
crushing his neck. But she was using the hold in such away as to put
pressure on his neckbones, not the arteries that give blood to the
brain. She was a pro at torturing people this way.
"You're not gonna pass out now, loser, you're just gonna suffer," she
snapped, her upper body still, her lower limbs moving and adjusting to
put even more pressure on his neck, the jagged peaks of her muscular
calves slicing harder into him. "And you will suffer, make no mistake
about it."
Dave tried to lay flat down on his belly, and managed to, but that
just bent his neck at an even more painful angle to Mary's commanding
calves. He then saw a shadow cross his line of vision, which was limited
to the heels of Mary's crossed sneakers and the grassy area immediately
next to them.
"Holy mackerel, Mary, what are you doing to this guy?" he heard a
female voice say.
"Oh, hi, Lisa," Mary answered. "Remember my sister's ex? This is him.
He insisted on coming over to, uh, 'talk' to me about why he left my
sister, can you imagine?"
"Oh, right, you did tell me about him," Lisa said. "Well, good luck.
Here's your mail."
"Great, the new catalogues are here!" Mary squealed. "That'll be some
good afternoon reading!"
The mailwoman left and Dave heard her chuckling to herself. Mary let
Dave out of her calves and he slumped to the grass. She didn't let go
for long; she used her feet to kick him over to one of the lawn chairs
until he sat before it. Mary sat in it and draped her slim, sweaty
thighs around his face, locking her ankles in front of his face and
pouring on a steadily mounting squeeze.
"This headscissor will keep you here for awhile while I do some
shopping," she sighed. "May as well relax and enjoy the sun."
For the next hour and a half, Mary kept Dave a grimacing prisoner of
her thighs,occasionally tucking a muscled calf up into his throat for a
figure four, then straightening them out again for a straight
headscissor squeeze. The sweat from Mary's tight legs stung Dave's eyes,
mixing with the tears already there. He'd long given up trying to pull
Mary's strong legs open; whenever he tried, she just tightened down on
the hold more, making his life even more miserable.
Mary finally tossed her catalogues aside and stretched back, getting
the kinks out of her spine and in the process, stretching her long legs
out and putting a monstrous squeeze on David's trapped skull, which was
bright red from the sun and Mary's relentless scissor trap. She finally
let him go and stood up to stretch some more.
"There's another reason I despise you, David," Mary said, laying him
flat on his back and meeting no resistance from the man who'd been
weakened for the last 90 minutes in Mary's relentless headscissors. "The
way you used my sister sexually. Now, the tables are turned."
Dave couldn't move as Mary rolled him to his side and tied his hands
behind his back with the belt from his jeans. Rolling him back over, she
quickly pulled his pants and underwear down, and his cock bobbed free in
the bright sun. Mary laughed as she spread his legs and squatted between
them, taking his prick in her right hand and closing her fingers around
it.
"Get hard, now," she growled. "Time to pay."
Dave groaned and despite the throbbing in his head, he felt his cock
stiffen under Mary's pumping fingers. When he was fully hard, Mary
laughed again.
"This it?" she asked derisively. "This all you had for my sister? She
should've left you, for Chrissakes."
Mary shook her head and kept on beating his prick in her strong hand,
Dave's hips arching up off the ground. He moaned even more loudly when
she leaned forward and took his entire cock and ball package deep into
her mouth, milking it in the muscles of her throat. She pulled back and
was now rapidly bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her sweaty
brown hair flying, her sunglasses still on. She sucked his cock for five
minutes until it was soaking wet with her spit.
"Now, I understand you loved it when my sister calf-fucked you,
right?" Mary said, stopping the blowjob to sit back on the ground and
hoist her legs up between his, slapping his wet prick in the scissored
clamp of her bulging calves. "You'd sit on the couch and she'd take your
prick in her calves and fucked it up and down until you shot? Right?"
"Righhhhht..." Dave hissed, as he looked down at his scissored cock
caught in the silky, wet scissors of Mary's muscular calves. "Shit,
fuck, that feels soooo goooood..."
Mary smiled and kept flexing and relaxing her calves until they were a
vibrating blur on Dave's trapped prick.
"Come for me, baby, c'mon, you know you wanna give up a load all over
my shins and calves..." Mary cooed. "You used to come in Annie's calves,
now come in mine!!"
It didn't take long before Dave's cock erupted, a thick geyser of his
nutsauce jetting up out of his cock and landing with a rude splat along
Mary's pumping shins and scissoring calves. The spunk lubed up her legs
even more and she used it to keep fucking his cock with her legs, now
bulking up the thick calf meat to capture the pulsating head of his
prick which was giving up heavy, thick spurts of cream directly into the
meaty clamp of Mary's clutching calves. Dave screamed and snapped his
hips up and down until he could come no more and the entire length of
Mary's lower limbs were coated with a thick gel of his man goo.She
stopped pumping and leaned up on her elbows to look down.
"At this point, you'd do what, throw a towel at my sister and say,
'Here, clean that shit off your legs, I'm going to bed'," Mary asked.
"Isn't that right? You'd get off and she'd be primed for action, but you
failed her. Right?"
Dave looked up at Mary sheepishly and nodded. Mary nodded back.
"Well, THIS is what Annie should have done to you every fucking time
until you got the hint,asshole!!"
"No, Mary, no, PLEASE!!!" Dave begged as Mary hunched her way up his
body, her clammy calves coming closer to his terrorized face.
The pain was intense, but the degradation was worse as Mary's comed-up
calves found their target and scissored Dave's crying face between them.
Mary was sitting on his belly, her long legs up and over his head, the
meat of her creamy calves up alongside his face, lining his jaws. The
squishy sounds of her wet scissors hung in the humidity heavy air of the
summer day.Mary was pumping her calves now, dragging them down alongside
his neck and then slipping them up, the lubed-up mass of their muscled
meat slapping all that come into his crying face. She riddled him with
the rolling calf scissors for five minutes until all his hot cream was
on his face - or most of it. She held her calves apart now, strings of
spunk bridging between them and his moaning face.
"Lick it up," she growled. "Eat up that spew from my calves now!! This
is what my sister should've done everytime you wanted a calf fuck!!"
Dave obeyed, gobbling up his cream from her iron calves, tears rolling
down his cheeks and mixing with the goop already there from her calf
assault. When Mary was happy with the job he did, she stopped and stood
up, straddling his face as he looked up through tear-filled eyes.
"Please...let me go now, please, Mary, please..." he cried.
Mary smiled and squatted, the thick lines of quad muscles in her tight
thighs glistening with sweat. On the way to his face, she pulled aside
her leotard material, baring her hairy, sweaty cunt and pink puffy lips.
"Smell meeeeeeeeeeee," she hissed, setting down on Dave's moaning
face, his nose lost in the hairy folds of her spongy twat. "My cunt
should be nice and cheesed up by now, all that scissoring makes me
sweaty!! Yeah, that's it, rub that nose on my clit and smell my cunt!!!"
She rotated her slim hips back and forth now, reaching between her
legs to pinch his trapped nose even more deeply between the lush folds
of her hairy snatch. Her head was back as she gave into the impending
orgasm and soon it came, a torrent of her cunny sauce jetting out of her
tight cunt hole and boring directly into his mouth. He had to swallow
fast or choke and by the time she was through cumming all over his face,
it was shiny with both his cum and hers. She looked down and laughed.
"Oh, one more thing," she growled, spinning around and spreading her
sweaty ass halves in her strong hands. "Have a whiff of last night's
dinner!!"
She sat down hard and took his long nose directly into the moist clam
that was her oily asshole. Screaming with pleasure, Mary humped up and
down, fucking her tight ass with his nose and then settling down hard,
her muscular butt meat framing his face. She pushed in on her belly -
and let fly with a low thundering boomer of a series of face-cracking
farts, the rancid air waves of methane bellowing directly up his nose
and into his brain. He screamed and the vibrations of his yells in her
pussy caused her to come again, delaying her dismount from his face. She
gyrated her hips harder and with more ferocity and now the smell was the
least of Dave's problems, he feared she's snap his nose off right up her
greasy shit chute. By the time she calmed down and let him go, he was a
mass of blubbery tears, his face wet with Mary's sweat, her cum, his cum
and the cheesy residue of her barrage of butt thunder. She stood up and
readjusted her leotard and then slipped back into her shorts and T-shirt
before reaching down to untie him.
"I don't think you'll be bugging me again anytime soon, right?" she
said, escorting him to his car. "Then again, we might be bugging you.'
"W....we?" Dave sniffed, trying to shake the stench of Mary from his
nose. "We?"
Mary smiled. "Yeah, Annie and I. I think if I tell her what happened
today, she just may want a piece of it herself!! Whaddya think, Dave?"
He couldn't get out of her driveway fast enough as she stood waving to
him, balling her fierce calves at him as he drove off. He would never
come back...but that didn't mean Mary and her sister wouldn't go looking
for him....