Chapter 2. Better than Viagra

I lay shagged out on the carpet as the naked old lady got to her feet. Her wide tone calves flexed as she picked up her gi top and folded it neatly then put it on a chair. Even flat-footed they were stunningly muscular and highly toned. “You have great calves, Jean” I remarked. To my surprise she stood on her toes. Her calves became wide thick hard-edged slabs of dense shiny muscle with a clear arrow-shaped cleft between the muscle heads. “Wow!” I gasped then reached out to touch. I placed my palm on her slim right ankle then ran it up over the thick jutting mass of solid muscle, staggered by the difference in size. I felt the deep cleft that separated the two long wide muscle heads and found that I could get my thumb in. The calves themselves were thick and craggy, the inner one slightly larger than the other and both ended in a sharp diamond. Overlaid on this was another thick long inverted triangular shape mass from the back of her knee. “Beautiful just beautiful” I said in awe, feeling her calves with rising excitement. This was better than any tonic.

“You’re as bad as that pervert Jim Priest. Always trying to touch my calves” she complained. “Stay there boy” she ordered and walked out of the room. Shortly she returned with a tin of peas and a towel. She placed the towel on the floor then with her back to me she put the tin can length ways between the sides of her calves. Even relaxed and bare footed the old woman’s calves were huge and shiny with muscle tone. As Jean went onto her toes, large powerful slabs slid beneath the skin. Her calves became massive monsters as the muscle heads swelled into rocky outcrops. The sound of crumpling metal heralded the can’s destruction. “It never stood a chance between my calves” Jean stated as it buckled in the middle then broke spilling liquid green onto the towel. “Orrrr Jean!” I moaned as my balls began to tighten. So soon after such a massive orgasm! Jean’s calves were better than Viagra. “Oh Jean!” I moaned again feeling her calves move under my palm as she bent over to pick up the towel. “That’s what wearing high-heels for over 70 years does for a woman” she grumbled. I tried to cup and squeeze those massive calves but they were like balls of steel. “Oh wow!” I gasped getting really turned on again.

Jean stood straight then leant across to a side table to put the towel and the broken can in a fruit bowl. As she did her hamstrings bulged strongly at the back of her upper legs. As short as her legs were, each of her hams were a long thick bulge that I couldn’t resist touching. I was pleasantly surprised when the old crone bent back her right calve causing the hamstrings to swell into a very thick solid sweeping hill. Her upper leg was incredibly deep from the top of her thigh down to the big bulging leg biceps. They looked so powerful that my dick was starting to get stiff again. I had felt that power against my throat, no wonder she nearly put my lights out with them. Jean lowered her foot then turned around. “That’s enough of that” she said.

I was now on my knees before her at eye level with her upper legs. Although short, they were adorned by very thick smooth chunks of solid looking thigh muscle. I reached out and felt them with my hand and confirmed that indeed was the case. “Wow Jean, you have great legs. They feel so strong” I gushed. “What do you mean FEEL strong?” Jean grumbled. That made me look up at the naked pensioner. With all that Judo domination I hadn’t really paid that much attention to her body apart from her fabulous breasts. I was expecting her wide thick stomach to be flabby and covered with stretch marks but instead it was very smooth and taut. “They ARE strong” she snapped irritably and proceeded to get down onto the carpet facing me with her feet pressing against mine. “Give me your hands” she demanded. I got into a crouch in front of her veiny feet and offered my hands which she took with each of hers with her palms pressing against them then she began to lay back. Jean’s short thick arms looked taut as she pulled me up off my haunches and I thought that I was going to fall towards her. The old woman raised both legs together and planted her feet against my groin. I was astounded to find myself lifted into the air on the end of her sturdy legs. At the same time she pressed her arms straight so that I ended up horizontal above her looking down at a grumpy looking old pensioner as her short strong legs held me aloft with ease. Steadily Jean began to leg-press my body, straightening her legs to raise my back end up at an angle then bending them to bring me level again. “Orrrrrr!” I groaned as with the soles of her feet pressed against my groin letting me feel the power of her short thick legs press me steadily up and down. The amazing naked old lady began to knock out a series of repetitions with me as the weight. “Orrrr!” her 86 year old leg muscles were tireless and rock steady as they pumped me repeatedly up and down. Meanwhile her thick arms were like steel pillars keeping my front end up throughout. It was so exhilarating as the old crone’s legs pressed me over and over again while I was powerless to stop her, even if I had wanted to. All I could look at was her old wrinkly face get closer then move away, get closer then move away. I was really getting turned on and knew that she could feel my steadily growing hard-on beneath her calloused feet. Finally she stopped then slowly lowered her arms causing my body to slope down towards her. Then she bent her legs lowering my face until it was nose to nose with hers. “Strong enough for you, boy?” she growled with a stern tone. “Oh yes, Jean!” I replied.