Chapter 3. The Boy honey-pot

I came back downstairs after having a wee. While I was in the bathroom I was trying to get to grips with the fact that I had been having amazing sex with a 86-year old woman who had proven herself stronger than me and a much better fighter. Entering the living room, I found that Jean had put back on her gi jacket, snugly tied off with a black belt. Her crinkled face surrounded by short curly hair looked at me. “Put your trousers and shoes back on” she commanded. After picking the things off the floor, I sat down to put them on. “Follow me, I want to show you something” she ordered once I was ready. I got up and followed her into the hall and then into a small kitchen. All the while I enjoyed the sight of her large toned calve muscles flexing and waning as she walked. She paused at the back door then told me “I want you to remain very quiet”. Opening the door she quite literally led me down the garden path. The orange glow of the street lights from beyond the end of her garden provided poor illumination. As I followed her down the rough concrete path, I realised she was barefooted. That made me wonder whether she had a thick pad of hard corn on her soles like a Karate expert.

Stretching across the end of the garden is the back of a brick garage. On this side there is a blacked out window and a door in the far right-hand corner to which we headed. Jean whispered “It’s my honey-pot. Naughty boys just can’t resist it. Naughty boys who are in need of some discipline”. From the window-sill she picked up a key. “It’s a secluded parking area for residents. I haven’t got a car but I leave the garage door closed but unlocked. The chav boys from the local estate swarm to it like flies, they just can’t resist it” she whispered putting the key in the lock then turning it. “Keep quiet, keep out of my way and watch” she warned. As we entered, I found that we were in a small square area formed by a tall cupboard along the width of the right hand wall and a thick curtain which hid us from view. Jean quietly locked the door behind us, not that anyone would have heard because there was loud gangsta rap music blaring out. There was also the acrid smell of cheap cigarettes and alcohol. Loud raucous uncouth voices came from the other side of the curtain. Almost every other word and quite often several successive ones was a foul expletive. Jean adjusted the lapels of her gi jacket to open the neck a bit to give a glimpse of her impressive long plunging cleavage before stepping into the room.

The interior resembled a den with thick carpets, some old couches and sofas on which lazed 8 yobs all wearing scruffy hoodies. They were startled breaking into more expletives to see a stumpy old woman wearing a gi jacket stomp over to their beat-box and switch it off. The one closest jumped up and tried to grab her. Moving swiftly Jean clamped one hand around his throat and slapped the other between his legs. WHAP! “Ooooooeee!” he squealed as she pulled his balls forward while pushing his neck back. Her knarly fingers seemed to be clutching his windpipe. “Urkkkk!” he croaked as his eyes went wide with shock. His mates watched in stunned silence at the sturdy little old lady forcing one of their mate’s body back at a steep angle by his balls and neck. I saw his skin turn red with white indentations where her strong fingers dug into his neck while the fierce looking tendons stood out on her forearm. His eyes quickly glazed over and he crashed to the floor as the little bulldog of a woman let go. BLAM! The other yobs were all out of their seats with a jump sensing a fight. All their eyes were on the old woman who had attacked one of their own.

To my surprise Jean began to run straight towards them. Their look of shock at seeing a petite stockily built old woman in a gi top run towards them turned to incredulity as she took a massive leap to above the level of their heads. Travelling really fast, one leg stretched in front in the direction of travel while the other folded beneath. “Hai!” BOFF! her foot hammered the side of one yob’s face with tremendous force. “Arrrr!” he yelped as his head snapped back so fast under the powerful kick that it nearly took his head off. His body hurtled back at a tremendous rate with feet clean off the floor, transcribing a rapid arc backwards. BAM! his back crashed into a wall then fell to the floor. “You should have stayed at home with mummy” she grumbled then quickly turned to the nearest lad who looked stunned at what she had done. Grabbing his right wrist, she shouted “Hai!” into his face making him jump as she slammed the back of her forearm across his throat. “Hai! Hai! Hai! Hai!” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! her right foot is a blur as it delivers kick after countless kick at stupendous speed alternating from one side of his face to the other while holding his arm. The other yobs held back in stunned amazement. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She is so much shorter than him, that her leg points upwards in a standing vertical split. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The others look on with their mouths hanging open in disbelief as the grumpy faced old woman blasts lightning fast kicks with her foot while her leg is raised. WHAP! WHAP! she is so ruthless, the lad is so dizzy and disoriented that he can hardly stand. Pivoting on one heel, she pulls his arm over her shoulder, snaps her torso forward at the waist sending him hurtling over her head. BLAM! his back hammered against the floor.

“Oi! c***! stitch this” a rough-looking yob came at her and threw a punch towards her face. “Hai!” she cried and a lightning-fast chop on his forearm side-swept his blow. Throwing up her right arm level with his neck, she slammed it into his throat while stepping forwards towards his side. “Yah!” THUD! it was like walking into a clothesline. “Kkkk!” he croaked as his eyes went wide with shock. The next moment a muscular calve slammed into the back of his leg. “Bah!” he literally went head over heels, lifting right off the floor at incredible speed. BLAM! his back slammed into the floor but already another youth was upon her. Pouncing from behind, he grabbed a hand around the front of her waist and slapped the other over her mouth. Turning her head quickly, Jean pivoted on one foot swinging her upper body forwards while slamming the edge of her open hand across his larynx. “Hai!” she cried. The impact knocked him straight down. BLAM! No sooner had he hit the floor than the stocky old crone grabbed his legs, crossed them over like a pretzel then pressed her knee against it to hold it in place. “Arghh! Jeez!” he cried “My legs, my f’ing legs” writhing on his back in agony.

A short lad with a nasty sneer swept up a chair and raised it to brain her over the head. Showing no emotion Jean blocked the blow with a sweep of her forearm up behind his elbow. Bending sharply forwards, causing screams of agony from the guy with the crossed legs, she grabbed the short lad’s ankle. Standing back up straight she pulled his leg off the floor, unbalancing him and sending him crashing down BLAM!. Pressing a foot on top of the side of his calve as it lay on the floor, she tucked his raised foot beneath her armpit. Using her left arm as a lever at the back of his calve she pressed down upon his knee with her other hand. “Arghh! Argh! Don’t break it” he shrieked in agony. She looked magnificent, a short old-aged pensioner with two yobs on their backs completely at her mercy. “Urrkk!” Jean croaked as another yob crept up from behind, whipped out his trouser belt and hooked it tightly around her neck. At the same time, another was approaching from the front. “Try that shit with us and I’ll break yer neck, innit?” the yob shouted. The old woman was a well-oiled 86 year old fighting machine. Dropping the legs of the guys on the floor, she streaked into action. “Kkk ... Hai!” the yob behind croaked as she moved off-centre and her open palmed hand shot back. THUD! “Orrrrooo!” he wailed as the side of her hand crushed his balls with a solid thud. As he began creasing forwards around his aching groin, Jean stepped to the side while seizing his head with both hands. “Hai!” BLAM! Her knee shot up like a piston smashing his nose and mouth with an awful crunching sound. He dropped to the floor with blood streaming from his ruined nose and mouth.

This happened so quickly that the lad in front had only just leapt forwards as his mate fell. Wrapping his hands around her throat, he tried to choke her. Jean showed no alarm and her bull neck seemed to get thicker moving his hands outwards. “Hai!” Jean’s hand flashed down chopping the inside of his elbow breaking his grip. “Yah!” BAM! her foot shot out like a bullet and her sole kicked against his kneecap. “Argh!” he cried. “Bah!” her arm rocketed forwards slamming her palm against his face. “Ouch!” he yelped. As quick as a cobra, the old woman wrapped both of his forearms beneath her armpits and grasped her left wrist with her right hand forming a noose around them. In the blink of an eye she fell backwards onto her shoulders bringing both feet up into his groin and hurled the guy, who was much bigger than she was, at enormous speed halfway across the wide garage. BERLAM! he hit the ground hard and stopped moving. In a single impressive move without using her hands, Jean threw herself onto her shoulders then leapt forwards onto her feet in a wide legged stance that looked menacing and full of power. The front of her gi top had worked loose and was showing a wide amount of wobbling bosom to the stunned disbelief of the remaining lads. “Phroarr! great tits” one moaned but most were violent morons who acted like thugs.

I gasped as a hoodie grabbed the short stout lady from behind, wrapping his arms tight around her chest. “Hah!” the old lady yelled as her right leg shot up like a rocket. In an incredibly flexible kick like a standing over-splits, her leg whipped up straight like a flagpole, the top of her thigh flat along the right side of her chest. The hem of the gi jacket rose to expose her grey-haired pussy. With her her big muscular calve upside down by the side of her face, her shin hit her shoulder sending her foot right over and connecting with his face. BLAM! her foot dropping back to the floor as fast as it had risen, Jean leant forwards breaking his grip. “Yah!” she yelled as her fist shot backwards with the base hammering his balls. “Oooeee!” he wailed. Pulling free of his arms, the stout pensioner quickly pivoted around to face him and bent forwards real low. “Hai!” she cried as her leg kicked back right over her head in an amazing lightning fast scorpion kick to his face. BLAM! her flexibility caused a rapid tightening of my groin. Without pause, she stood up grabbed his wrist and turned while throwing his arm over her shoulder. At the same time she seized the back of his head with the other hand, leant forward and tossed him like a rag-doll over her shoulder. “Haii-yaaah!” a long drawn out yell emphasised her superiority as she slammed him to the floor. BLAM! the guy landed so hard that he went out cold while his body folded over with the force of the impact that almost broke him in two.

There was a shocked silence as Jean stayed crouched in a fighting stance over the motionless body for several long seconds. The vision of her with her gi jacket rucked up exposing her ample bare strong looking buttocks and hairy pussy was so potent that I couldn’t contain a long groan of pure wanton desire. “Orrrrrrrrrrrr” I groaned so much that I got to the point of being breathless, my dick was already rising in salute. I just wanted to get my cock back into her old strong powerful twat and bang her like mad. The few remaining youths cowered in trepidation yet were visibly subconsciously aroused. However a couple of dense-headed thugs refused to acknowledge getting turned on by an old granny and they moved in together to attack her. Jean leapt straight into the arms of the nearest moron, who instinctively put his arms around her to discover that he was holding a very mature she-devil. “Hai!” her foot stomped his shin “Yah!” then continued down to stomp the top of his foot. “Ouch-eeeii!” He squealed as the old woman’s knee powered right between his legs with a crushing thud. “Bah!” she yelled into his agonised face then turned gripping his right arm and flipped him backwards over her shoulder then slammed him into the floor. BLAM! the last youth standing looked shocked as the pensioner sprang into the air with one knee raised as high as his shoulder then snapped her fist forward into the nerves in his neck. “Yai!” THUD! his eyes glazed over as his lights instantly went out even before he had begun to fall. BLAM! he crashed hard. It had all happened so fast! in a few short minutes 8 youths were laying at the feet of a sturdily built 86 year old woman wearing a gi top and nothing else. Once again I was sporting a real stiff boner caused by this amazing old woman, she really was better than Viagra.