Stay at home wives in the suburbs was

rather rare even in the early 1980’s, but where I

was living at that time there were a few. Most
had kids to raise, but a few were the wives of over-
achieving corporate types. What some might call
“Trophy Wives”.
Karen was my next door neighbor’s wife,
and obviously disliked her boring stuck-at-home rou-
tine. They had a fairly large home compared to my
humble bungalow. I had a night job, so was home
most days. I noticed her out in her backyard, sun-
ning herself and would always wave and exchange a
few words with her. Eventually she started walking
around the fence into my yard when she saw me out
there. I enjoyed her company and the scenery she
displayed with her sexy attire on those warm spring
days.
Karen was a tall woman, about 5 years older
than me. She had long, sleek legs which were always
beautifully tanned, and in firm, athletic condition.
She had an aura of solid muscularity that gave up
no femininity. I gradually got the impression that
she was giving me some subtle hints about being
interested in more than just platonic friendship.
That day she really brightened my day by
calling out my name and coming over to me. I
watched her long legs carry her gorgeous body
towards me, the muscles in her calves bunching and

bulging…well, little wonder that I decided to ask

her if she was interested in taking our friendship
further, and invited her into my house for a little
afternoon delight.
She was honestly surprised that I would
suggest such a thing. Perhaps I had made a poor
judgement call, but I figured with a little persis-
tence she would come around. But she warned
me then saying, “I’m married Tim, and I don’t
fool around. Accept that and we’ll go on being
friends.”
I had become so entranced with this
woman’s incredible body I just couldn’t leave it
alone. I told her I felt sorry for her stuck at home
while her hubby worked all hours. Saying things
much be pretty lonely for her.
“I’m warning you,” she said, “I’m not
interested!”
“Oh, come on, Karen,” I answered. “You
know you want it as badly as I do…” Story & Rough Pencils: LH
Finishing Pencils: RA
 Karen turned around to walk away, saying, “I thought you were a friend, and
had a little more going on in your head than in your pants! Don’t bother me anymore,
or I’ll probably deck you, wimp!”
That hurt. I knew I was about 4 inches shorter than this statuesque beauty, but
I hated it when women treated me as a physical inferior to them. As I watched her
walking away on those magnificent legs, the thought of alienating her and not being
able to at least see her and her great legs again spurred me to walk after her and grab
her shoulder. A big mistake.
Karen spun around and caught me with such a powerful slap I was knocked to
the ground struggling to regain my senses. There was no ‘deck’ where I landed, but I
had been thoroughly decked all the same.
How’d that feel, shrimp? I’d told you before I was in good shape and can take
care of myself! Karen towered over me almost glowing with feminine pride and power!
I didn’t answer her so she grabbed a hand full of my hair to turn my face upwards
to her’s. Reacting in pain and disgust at the turn of events, I slapped her hand away,
harder than I had intended. Something in her lovely face and features changed, and
her green eyed darkened with anger. “A suave ladykiller like you should know better
than to strike a lady, Tim!”
She grabbed my tie and yanked me to my feet roughly. She could see the look
of fear in my eyes as she held my gaze locked to her’s. I reached up to her arm to get
her to release my tie when suddenly…
 …Karen backhanded me smartly, knocking me onto the
ground again. I hit on my stomach, and what fear and
embarrassment I had been feeling quickly turned to rage and
anger.
I started getting up yelling at her, “You big bitch,
I’ll…” I never got finished as Karen leaped on my back
flattening me back down into the grass. Her superior weight
all but knocking the wind out of me. I just realized she
must have out-weighed me by at least 40 pounds of healthy
womanhood!
Grabbing one of my arms she pulled it up painfully. I
could do nothing to dislodge her from her dominant position,
no matter how hard I tried. Her grip was incredibly strong
and as much as I fought her pulling up painfully on my
trapped arm, I couldn’t stop her from pushing it higher and
higher up my back.
Soon she began to taunt me in my helplessness. “Still
want to seduce me, Romeo? I thought a macho man like you
could just take me whenever you want to?”

Stung, I cursed her

under my breath and renewed
my efforts to break her grip or
get out from under her crush-
ing weight. She countered my
every move and soon had
my other arm immobilized as
she go to a seated position
atop my back.
 Holding my other arm pinioned beneath her
shapely leg, Karen soon had me yelling out loud with
pain as she pushed my other arm closer and closer to
the dislocation point. I bucked up, trying to throw
her off me, but her weight and muscular legs road
out all my efforts.
“Let me go, damn you!” I yelled back at her.
“Nothing doing Tim. This is just getting
good, let’s try something new…”

Grabbing both my wrist, Karen rolled us both

over, she planted one of her high-heeled feet squarely
between my shoulder-blades and pulled back on my
arms. Her sharp heel dug painfully in on by spine, and
as she leaned back she stretched me out agonizingly
with this reverse surfboard-type of a hold.
The more I struggled, the more painfully she
pulled back my arms and drove her powerful legs
up. I was soon so stretched out so much she had me
hollering outloud with pain and anguish.
“Hey, this is easy… I’ll have to do this more
often to help break up the boredom of my days!” she
exclaimed.
I managed to cry out, “Stop! Karen…I’m sor
ry…I d-didn’t mean you were e-easy or
anything…oh, ow! please…!”
Easing up a little on her painful pull-
ing, she replied, “Well, next time you
forget yourself, here’s something to
remember me by…”
 Karen moved both her feet up, and opened her long muscular legs. Then she
basically let me fall backwards between their smooth tanned flesh, head first.
Crossing her ankles when she got my head positioned where she wanted it, she
tensed the muscles from her pelvis to her toes. The pressure exploded in on my trapped
head as her exquisitely painful head scissors immediately had me in a world of agony! I
was now trapped fast in the deadly prison of her legs–the same legs I loved to admire so
as she strode around the backyard.
Pulling upward on my still trapped arms, Karen stretched be out painfully again.
The inward crushing pressure of her lovely limbs was so intense I couldn’t close my
mouth. Karen didn’t tire in the least. She kept the pressure steady and strong. It felt
like the sides of my head would soon cave inward from the rock solid tensing and flexing
of her immense inner thigh muscles. I was soon beyond the ability to beg for release.
Everything was red searing pain. And then she started to jolt additional crushing force to
her hard, pumped thighs. I jerked about helplessly with each additional jolt, totally and
utterly unable to do anything the reverse my situation. Everything spiralled down into a
black pit of unconsciousness as I passed out. It had only been a minute or two, but Karen’s
long, hard legs had made short work of me that afternoon for sure.
When I regained consciousness, I was laying on my lounge chair on my patio,
but Karen was gone. She must have carried me here after she’d released me from
her powerful head scissors.
 I licked my physical and emotional wounds for a few days, and kept
to myself. I didn’t hear form Karen or her husband. She must have felt
she had overpowered me so easily, it wasn’t even worth mentioning to her
busy husband. What really hurt me was that through my macho pettiness, I
had lost a friend, and ruined any chances I may have had with ever getting
together with Karen.
As much as I had injured my pride(and my head…it still hurt to
think about it)at her hands, I found myself thinking about her every time
my mind wandered. The amazing power of that beautiful, fit and firm
body. What a thrill she would have been in bed. I finally resolved to try
to make amends as best I could and at least preserve the friendship. And
maybe in time…

Once I had mustered the courage, I knocked on her door one

afternoon. She answered, and seeing who it was grinned sardonically.
“I didn’t think you’d have the guts or gall to come over here
anymore! Didn’t I make myself clear to you before?”
“Hold on, Karen,” I interrupted. “I admit I was out of line the
other day, and yes, I guess you proved you could really overpower me
there. I came over to apologize…I just hoped we could still be friends.”
She hesitated, and then her lovely face softened. “Well…maybe
I was too quick to react. I’ve had a bit of history with stupid men trying
to put the make on me. If I did anything to lead you on, I’m the one
who should be sorry.”
She offered me a cup of coffee, and told me to have a seat in
her living room while she went to get it. My eyes followed her . Her
jogging shorts were a tight fit over her lush hips, and she was showing a
bit of taunt rear cheek. This view of her powerful legs which had taken
me out so easily as few days earlier was simply breathtaking. I now
remembered her telling me she was a track-star in college. Some
of her trophies were sitting on the fireplace mantle now.
 I sat in a plush, overstuffed chair where I could see her
wonderful legs while she worked in the kitchen. The more I watched
the worse their spell became. Karen had the most exciting pair of
legs I could ever remember seeing on a woman. When she returned,
I broached the subject again about how badly I felt about offending
her.
“Forget it, Tim…I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she
said.
I ventured, “You feel bad about hurting me the other day,
huh?”
“Well, no exactly,” she replied. “You had it coming. It’s not
the first time I’ve put my strength to use protecting myself from a
conceited, macho…if only men would appreciate that a women don’t
really like that style…and tried a little class instead, like my husband.”
“Oh, why bring him up?” I asked, “He’s not even here…let’s
just talk about us.”
She glared at me, “Tim, there is no us… If you’re going to
keep that up, just get out of my house. I thought you wanted to
make nice and be friends.” she stood as if anticipating showing me
the door.

I rose as well, “Karen, please…what he doesn’t know won’t

hurt him. If he cared for you that much, he wouldn’t leave you stuck
here every day!”
She was stung by my words. She stepped forward and faced
me. She was looking down at me saying. “First off, I am not stuck
here at all. I can go where ever I want. And second, why don’t you
wait around and tell my husband yourself! He’ll be home in an
hour or so!” she shouted.
I should have left then, but my pride overruled my
logic. “Yes, why not!” I said. “We can do a lot in an
hour…”
“Some people never learn, “ she said shaking her
head in disgust. “I decided you are going to stay here,
alright, and explain it to him when he gets home. I think
he’d enjoy hearing how badly I beat you up the other day.”
“I’ve had it,” I replied in resignation. “I was wrong
I guess. I thought you’d eventually get interested.” I pushed
by her and headed towards the door.
Karen quickly stepped past me and stood in front of
the door. “I said you were going to stay here, pal,” she
said, an evil smile crossing her face. “I want to see
your face when he gets here and hears about this.” She
locked the front door.
I suddenly realized that I could get myself into trouble like
the last time. “Oh, no you don’t,” I shouted. “You’re not going to
work me over again!”
I made a move to get by her, but she wrapped her sensuous
arms around me, holding me fast with remarkable strength. I strug-
gled to force her arms apart, but I was held too tightly in her well-
muscled arm’s embrace. They began cutting into my sides.
 Karen murmured into my ear, “You’re right Tim…I’m not going to
take you out again. I want my husband to see this. But I am going to keep
you here until he comes home. So he can watch me crush you again. And if
you don’t want to cooperate, I’ll just hold you here by force!”
“No way!” I shouted, “Let me go, bitch!” I hurled my body
back and caught her off balance.
We fell to the carpet, me on top,
knocking the wind out of her
for a moment. As her arms fell
away from me I foolishly
decided to try and get
even with her for the
other day.

I turned atop her and grabbed her wrist, trying to pin her beneath me. She immediately started struggling against
me, and try as I may I couldn’t pin her arms down. She was so amazingly strong, but I was determined to keep her
pinned. “You’re going to keep ME prisoner here, eh?” I jibbed.
Then Karen relaxed her arms, allowing them to be pinned and smiled up at me saying, “That’s right, babe…
and there isn’t a thing you can do about it!”
I sat up straight atop her puzzled why she had stopped struggling, then her long, strong legs snapped up from
behind me, catching me and quickly
swinging me backwards to crash into
the floor.
It all happened so quickly, I don’t
I had control over her at all, Karen’s skill
and speed were far in advance of mine!
 Karen got up and dove at me as
I tried to scramble away. She grabbed me
about the head and I grasped at her hair
and yanked. “Oh my, aren’t we the sissy
fighter! I thought you were such a macho
man Tim. Is pulling my hair the best you
can do?” she said.
Controlling me easily, she swung
one of her beautiful legs over my belly
while sliding the other up underneath me.
Then locking her ankles together, I sud-
denly found myself trapped between the
firm grip of her muscular legs again.
“Here, Tim, let me show you a
bit about the womanly art of wrestling!”
With that she bite down on the scissors, the
pain leaping up from my trapped stomach
made me forget about pulling at her hair
completely. Her legs became harder than
stone as they cut painfully in on my waist.
I felt the muscles ripple and flex beneath
that smooth, tanned skin of her’s with my
free hand. These legs that I’d spent many
an hour dreaming about had me a hapless
prisoner between them again. How could
I have ever thought I could even come
close to defeating this marvelously mus-
cled woman in physical combat? She
was so superior to me in strength and
skill. These legs so staggeringly strong! I
groaned with both the pain and the stupid-
ity of my recent actions.
 Then, she surprised me by releasing my
head and leaving both my arms free. I sat up
and brought both my hands to work pushing at
her top leg. It didn’t budge an inch no matter
how hard I pushed. Karen leaned back and
watched my troubled expression with amuse-
ment.
“Just lay back and relax Tim, you’re not
going anywhere.” she said.
“Let go of me, bitch!” I screamed in
frustration and anger. I tried to stand up to get
out of her grasp. She laughed and squeezed
slightly harder, making me gasp. I tried again,
but her superior weight and the tight grip of her
scissors hold was too much for me. I only man-
aged to get to me knees and then she overbal-
anced me and I fell back down on my butt with a
grunt. That made Karen laugh heartily.
“Just sit still and wait, Tim… you look
tired, but I feel great. I could keep this up all
day, and if I have to, I will. You had better hope
my husband isn’t late today!”
I grasped her muscular legs again, trying
to ease their intense pressure. I balled my hand
into a fist and pounded the unrelenting female
flesh.
“Now, now, Tim,” she crooned, “That’s
not allowed!”
 Karen applied
a full-nelson to go along
with her crushing scissor.
I moaned in pain and squirmed helplessly in
her deadly dual-locks.
Forcing my head down further with her
powerful arms, she rhythmically constricted her
muscular legs around my waist. It was sheer agony as Karen
worked me over like a pro. I could barely move at all now, so
tightly was she wrapped around my body. My arms and legs
feeling a useless as my pride. Each time she tensed her
legs, I felt more of my remaining strength leave me.
I was groaning in agony constantly now.
“A…al-allright…oh…you win…
I - OW! oh! I give up! Pl-please…” I
managed to croak out. The pressure eased
up and then Karen applied it again even
harder on both holds. I was now crying and
begging her to stop.
Karen finally released me and
rolled me over onto my back. We were
now off the soft carpet and on the hard
tiled entry-way to her house, and her
weight made the harsh hardness of
the tiles bite into my back, and her
hard shinbones ground my biceps
between them and the hard floor.
She was excited about
what had just happened, almost,
it seemed sexually so. “Tim,
this is great! In my self-defense
classes I’d beat some men, but I’ve
never overcome a man so easily…
how can a wimp like you act like
such a macho creep?”
Before I could answer she continued,
“We are going to have to do this more often! This is a
good workout for rainy days!”
 Just then the telephone rang, cutting off her excited diatribe. We were close to the entry way telephone table so
Karen reached out and grabbed it while still keeping me pinned beneath her.
“Hello?……Hi dear……You’re at the station now? Where’s the car?……Oh! That’s right you took it in today.
I’m sorry, I forgot all about it. Could you get a cab home, dear? Something came up and I can’t get away just
now. In fact, I have a surprise for you. Okay? You’ll pick the car up too? Oh, well, how long will that take?…45
minutes…”
I tried to say something when I heard that, fearing what more might happen to me trapped here with this feverish,
strong-bodied woman for another 45 minutes. But Karen quickly silenced me. As I struggled to speak, an angry look
came into her green eyes and she clamped her big
thighs down tightly atop my frightened and now
trembling body beneath them.
 Shifting herself atop me she completely silenced me by
sitting right on my face! I was horrified! I could barely breath
and the smell of her filled my nostrils as I tried to get air. The
vary part of Karen I wanted so badly to get into was being
used to totally subdue me. The whole situation was being
turned upside down, and just experiencing this face-
sitting was jumbling my once secure malehood
in ways I knew I would never recover from.
I could barely hear Karen continuing her
conversation with her husband. “No dear, I don’t
have a pet dog here. Well, in a way maybe…yes,
yes I can take care of it. Oh silly! It will keep me
company while you’re at work. Okay, sorry about
forgetting to pick up the car, but I know
you’ll find my excuse most interesting…
bye.”
 Hanging up the phone, Karen finally
sat back off my red face. I immediately
began gasping in much needed air. Karen
glared down at me and painfully pinched my
nose. “You were very naughty there Tim!
Now, he thinks I’ve got a doggy here. But
you are little better than a dog, aren’t you!?”
When she finally released my nose,
the whole humiliating experience just boiled
up inside me blocking out my fear of her.
My face went livid with anger and rage.
I yelled up at her using words as
coarse and crude as I could think of in
my maddened state. Squirming and bucking
around as best I could. Not getting anywhere
at all. Finally I began to focus on the
expression on Karen’s face. Her angry look
and my re-realization of just where I was
quickly silenced my outburst. Karen’s glar-
ing look started me to shaking as her grip
tightened up painfully on my wrist. I noticed
the muscles in her sleek arms swelling and
rippling dangerously. I went pale.
“Karen, I…I’m sorry, I - I … d-didn’t
mean… I …OH!… please-” Oh man was I
ever in for it now…
 There was no stopping her, Karen was so mad at me!
Twisting me around roughly like some kinda of rag doll. I sud-
denly felt her big thighs seize my neck, my face plastered into the
expanse of her bulging calves. She pulled my shorts up tightly
like a major wedgie and began raining power-packed slaps onto my
rear end. The force of the blows shook me from head to toe as
I frantically tried to ease the neck crushing pressure of her thick
thighs. Even though her muscular thighs covered my ears, I could
still hear the sound of her fearful blows connecting. Feeling them
as another experience all together!
My face was mashed so hard into her muscular calves that
I began to be smothered in their meaty expanse. And still she
continued to beat the tar out of my blistering ass. I
could no longer scream out as no air remained in
my burning lungs, as the blood supply to my
brain dwindled under the mounting pressure
from Karen’s all-powerful legs I began to
spiral down into blackness. I welcomed
it at this point, anything to escape the
searing pain she was inflicting on my
weak, trapped and tortured body.
 Slowly, my senses returned - my head ached, but the pain from my sore rearend soon overshadowed that. I felt a
weight on my stomach and a pillow or something under my back. Opening my eyes I looked down and focused in on the
horrorific site of Karen’s muscularly made legs locked about my middle again.
Seeing that I had awakened, Karen looked up from a magazine she had been reading while she waited for me to
regain consciousness and casually tightened up her hard, muscular legs. The pain was quick and intense, almost putting
me out again. She spoke, “About time you woke-up sleepy head. My husband should be home any minute now.” I
feebly tried to raise up, only to be driven back down with an even harsher squeezing. “Relax Timmy - you’re not going
anywhere. Besides, I still have another page to read of this article.” I started to speak. “Karen, Pl – oooOOOHHHH!!
AAAHHH!!” I was quickly silenced by devastating additional pressure from her magnificent legs.

“Quite now. Anymore noise and I’ll really put the grind on your guts!” Gritting my teeth I tried my best
to endure the intense pressure in silence. Pressure that Karen was applying with effortless ease. The power of her
beautiful legs was truly mid boggling!
I must have been another 30 minutes before her husband finally got there. I wasn’t much more than a limp,
painwracked rag-doll by then.
“What the hell…” he managed but Karen interjected. “Don’t worry honey, I’ve got the situation well under
control. This guy tried to get fresh… So I’m doing my isometric leg exercises with him as the very weak resistance.
What do you think we should do with him?”
“Karen, who is he? You should have told me, I…”
“Oh, darling, he’s just our skinny next door neighbor. I didn’t want you to be bothered with this, besides,
he was no match for me. But he’s been quite naughty, calling me all kinds of dirty names. He’s got it coming
to him for sure, right?”
“Well, if that’s the way he treats his neighbors, go ahead and give it to him.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Couldn’t he see I was suffering big time here? I was so exhausted and
weak, I could barely speak. “W-wait! I…I didn’t mean … oh! it … I - OH!”
Another gut-wrenching squeeze quickly silenced me.
 Releasing me, she spoke
to her husband,
“Have a seat dear, and
enjoy the show of me whipping
this guy out for the third time
tonight!”
I was just too far gone to offer
any real resistance as she grabbed
my head and stuffed it between those
thick deadly thighs of her’s. Slam-
ming my face right into her crotch!
“Since you wanted this so
badly, Tim. Here! Have a real
close-up look!”
Karen’s thighs felt supple -
almost soft - around my ears. Then,
straightening her long legs she flexed
them up. The softness turned steel-
hard and grew inward on my trapped
head. The pain was unreal! I tried
to scream, but only a muffled groan
emerged from my taught, tan prison of
muscular female thighs
 Karen then took my wrist and laid back. By pulling up hard on my arms and arching her supple back she both
lifted and stretched me out while squeezing me mercilessly at the same time. My head was nearly buried in her crotch,
and she began to rhythmically jolt the power to her big thighs. The pain was nothing less than totally awesome!
Unknown to me at that time, her husband had sat down and was watching in open mouthed shock as his
beautiful, muscularly built wife completely crushed another man between her long athletic legs. It was both a scary
and mildly erotic site for him. Scary because he knew Karen was a powerful woman and sometimes wondered how
he’d fair in a physical struggle against her. Erotic, because she was now using my unconscious head(I’d surcummed
to the astounding crushing force of her meaty thighs some time ago now) to masturbate herself with! Hunching and
humping herself on my trapped face faster and faster in an almost animal-like frenzy until she finally climaxed there
on her living room floor!

Finally, letting go of my limp and wasted form,

Karen climbed to her feet. With her husband silently
following her beautifully muscled body’s every sen-
sual movement. Karen flexed up her powerful arms
for both him and herself. Standing over my defeated
and crushed body like some ancient Amazon goddess
over her vanquished opponent on the battle field.
It had been a total victory for her and she had
LOVED IT!
She had also had one of her best orgasms ever.
In fact it seemed to her now that this whole experience
was as good as–if not better than–regular sex!

Her husband also rose to his feet and took a

closer look at my inert form, and with a troubled and
worried look on his face, finally broke in on Karen’s
victory savoring moment by asking - “Is he… I
mean, he’s not…d-dead?”
 Karen turned to him only now fully remembering that he was there. Her husband looked so much smaller than
she had remembered him being. Or was it that she felt so much bigger now, so much stronger?
She spoke to him in a new condescending manner, “He’s only fainted, dear. Lack of blood to his little male
brain. Don’t worry. In fact, why don’t you carry his skinny bod’ over to his place, while I pick up a bit.”
I know about all these things that happened after I went out in that last devastating scissor hold of Karen’s,
because Jay, her husband, told me. Since that night many things have changed for both of us.
 As Jay returned home after completing his task, he caught up to his wife as she began ascending the stairs. His
eyes were drawn magnetically to the full, bunching and bulging of her firm calves and thighs - Karen’s legs were so
frighteningly powerful looking. And as she turned to see him, he noticed an odd twinkle in her eye. “Come up to
the bedroom with me Jay.”
Jay answered with a slight tremble in his voice, “Ah, Karen, y-you go on up. I’m going to do some work in
the study for a–” Karen cut him off in a rather stern sounding voice. “NO! Dear. Please follow me up, now. I have a
few things to…to discuss with you tonight.”
So, Jay followed obediently behind
his beautiful, curvaceous wife. His eyes
glued to the sexy, muscular body that would
shortly have him screaming for mercy!