I was walking down the road when I spotted a familiar figure ahead of me. Even from a distance I recognised those calves. It was Jean, the crazy old secretary who gave me a good beating many years ago [JPECHO#1]. She wore a pink short-sleeved blouse that hung from her broad stooped shoulders, pulling a shopping trolley in one hand and a heavy bag in the other. I had occasionally seen her around town over the years, the sight stirring my loins as I remembered what she’d done to me but had never plucked up the courage to speak with her. Whereas she used to have an eye-catching hourglass figure, she had plumped out and her face had become more frumpy and wrinkled.

A blue floral skirt hung from a broad waist and fell to the knees, below which were those calves. My god what calves! Even though she was only wearing flat heels, her calves looked larger and more powerful than I remembered. They were large, bare and highly toned, the underlying muscle glistening as they flexed and rippled with every step. She turned down a side street and I just had to follow to get a closer look at those amazing calves on an elderly woman who stood less than 5 foot tall. As I approached the corner, I got a good look at her from the side. Jean had aged considerably. Now in her 80’s, her oval shaped face was pale with a short slender nose, small grey eyes and a small firmly set mouth. There were a few lines and creases of age and she no longer wore make-up. Her chin sagged and her short curly hair, dyed auburn, had receded exposing her forehead and ears.

Although much older, she still cut a powerful figure. Her neck was bullishly thick, her shoulders broad but stooped and her arms thick and strong looking with a noticeable tension in her forearms as she carried the heavy bag. From the side I could see a deep crease down the side of her shin behind which the thick meaty calve swelled. Her chest that had once stuck out like two large torpedoes had sagged and hung low but was still impressive enough to stiffen my groin as they bounced along with the nipples jutting against the fabric of her blouse. These held my attention until I too turned the corner and once again those amazing calves locked my vision. When a foot was in flat contact with the pavement, the calve swelled out from her slim ankles becoming a jutting mass of firm looking toned flesh. But when she stepped forward, the calve would explode into a swelling mass of shiny muscle with a deep cleft separating the two long muscle heads, one larger than the other and each ending in a sharp diamond. Around and below this smaller muscles and cords flexed into existence as she moved her foot. Believe me, I was totally mesmerised and slowed my pace so that I maintained a good view.

Suddenly from out of an alley, this tall heavily built young man jumped out behind Jean and went to grab her bag. “Oi!” I shouted as a warning but it was too late. The man leant forward and snatched the strap. I think it was heavier than he expected as it plummeted towards the ground before he got it away. The old woman spun around, looking irritated and without hesitation swung her leg up, lifting the hem of her skirt, hammering her foot hard between his legs. “Orrrrrr!” the man cried, his eyes clenched with an expression of pain. “Orr you bitch. I’ll slit your throat” he cried pulling a knife from his pocket and holding it up threateningly. Jean faced him showing no emotion, although I noticed that her nipples had hardened into erect caps. I knew from experience that she could take care of herself and she didn’t disappoint me.

“Are you just going to stand there waving that thing around gawping at my breasts?” she told him impatiently. “Stitch this you old bag” he shouted and leapt forward plunging the blade towards her belly. I held my breath as Jean caught his wrist with both hands then stepped to the side out of harms way, her calves rippling as she moved. “Wha?” the young man cried as she pressed his hand to point the blade towards the ground forcing him to lean forward. “Whoa!” her arms looked strong as she quickly twisted his arm upwards then pulled him backwards in a semi-circle before kicking his legs away from under him. The sight of a tall heavily built young man being dropped onto his back pivoting around his arm, which was held by a small old woman was exciting. Jean stretched out a shapely calve and pressed its side against the top of his shoulder as she pulled his arm straight. “Argh!” he cried writhing on the pavement as the formidable looking old woman bent his hand sharply at the wrist disarming him. “Argh my wrist” he cried as Jean pressing it double. “That will teach you to stalk me” she chided.

My groin stiffened at the display of dominance. “Oh Jean you are incredible!” I moaned as I came up to the ferocious old woman who held onto her prey as viscously as a pit-bull. She was enjoying exerting her superiority making him writhe in agony, her nipples were so erect I thought they might burst through her blouse. “How do you know my name?” she glared. “Are you another pervert lusting after me? Do you want to take his place?” she asked. “Oh yes please Jean but only if you’re playing with me gently in the bedroom” the words were out of my mouth before I knew it. Her eyebrows arched quizzically. “I’m Jim. Remember, we met when you worked for Professor Dupont at Cambridge” I said quickly hoping to change the subject. “Argh! Please let go please I’m sorry” the man begged, helpless in Jean’s ferocious wristlock while she looked at me for several moments. The power this old domme was demonstrating had me really hard now. She glanced at the front of my trousers and noticed. “Oh yes, I remember. The pervert who got me sacked” she said. Oops! I had forgotten that. “I’m sorry but once I found out your real age. The University were forced to let you go” I replied. After her attack on me when I had tried to press her on information about the necklace she wore of the goddess I now knew to be Anahita, I had done some digging to find out more about her. That only revealed that she was a great deal older than the 63 that she claimed, well above the mandatory retirement age at the time.

“Really” she grunted. “Argh! Help me please somebody!” the young man started shouting. Maintaining the punishing hold on his wrist while keeping his arm straight, Jean forced him to raise his head. She stepped over him facing his feet and positioned her legs either side of his head. For a moment I thought she was going to apply a standing head scissors. Instead she bent one knee so that the crook of her leg caught his jaw while her other leg held the back of his head. “Orr!” he moaned in discomfort. His jaw was being compressed by strong looking hamstrings on one side and a big meaty calve on the other. With his arm straight and still applying the wristlock, the old woman rose slowly onto her toes. “Arggnn!” the young man squealed, screwing up his eyes and clutching at her leg with his free hand as a big power-packed chunk of calve muscle swelled thickly against his jaw while a large bulging leg bicep crushed in the opposite direction. “Do you still want to be in his place?” she asked me as the man flailed about in agony. I was speechless and terribly aroused. Looking fierce, the old woman slowly begun a series of calf raises dispite the helpless man scissored between lower leg. The muscles in her legs quickly became pumped and grew larger, the clamp around the man’s jaw becoming unbearable tight. CLOCK suddenly there was a horrible hollow bony snap and a wet gurgle. “That will stop you making that noise and annoying the neighbours” Jean told him coldly as she released the man’s head and his mouth fell slack.

The man was distraught but if he thought that was the end of it, he was mistaken. With her large toned calves either side of his head, the little pit-bull of a woman twisted his hand savagely forcing him onto his stomach. Old calves closed around the sides of his neck holding his head firm just below her knees then she released his hand. His hands went straight to her jaw breaking calves, shocked by how large and muscular they were for a little old lady. His eyes were clenched and his face red with pain. “What’s the matter? Taken on more than you can handle?” she taunted. “I haven’t even started yet”. She was right; her feet were flat on the ground, yet he was clutching at her calves in agony. Slowly she rose once more to her toes, large thick blocks of muscle moving under her skin solidifying into a big solid mass of cleft muscle. The man had tears rolling down his face as he frantically tried to pull at her calves or ankles, but they were much too strong. She slowly lowered herself to the ground then rose again. The man thrashed around like he was having a fit, her toned calves exploding into a huge solid mass of rippling leggy muscle.

I was so turned on that I got to my knees and started feeling her calves, stroking and caressing, enjoying the feel of the powerful raised rocky muscle under her bare skin while they flexed and destroyed this yob. “What are doing? Stop touching me, you pervert!” she admonished. “Oh Jean. Your calves are incredible. So powerful and sexy. Please I just want to worship you” I moaned, crazy with lust. “We’ll see about that” she replied. I continued feeling her mighty calves as she continued to punish the man with slow calve raises, pumping up her muscle so much that they became rough and vascular. The big youth with the bust jaw was weeping openly now. Her calves looked so fearsome as they dug into the sides of his neck, I thought that they could snap it like a twig.

The man was a complete sobbing wreck. By the feel of the power in her calves, I knew she was just toying with him and could have put him away at any time, but she wanted him to suffer and I knew that she enjoyed dominating him. I was so worked up that I was now kissing those powerful slabs of hard muscle that were now bulging with every individual muscle group on display. “I was going to take you home to play with but it seems this pervert here wants to take your place so I must say goodbye” I heard her say. With that she snapped herself to her toes, the muscles in her calves standing in bold relief shiny and toned. I saw the light in the man’s eyes go right out, yet she continued to scissor him between her calves as drool ran from his open mouth. Turned on beyond belief I passionately kissed her beefy calves of iron almost on the point creaming myself.

“Jean. He’s finished. You can let him go now” I told her urgently as I got to my feet. She gave me a look that could curdle milk then opened her legs letting the attacker fall limply to the ground. I was so turned on by this little old woman who had totally destroyed a big burly attacker in a matter of minutes that I grabbed her and started kissing her lips passionately while fondling her big breasts before I remembered how dangerous she was. “I’m sorry” I mumbled, my erection beating like a drumstick with desire. “I just got so turned on by how sexily you dominated that guy. I’m sorry. I just lost control for a bit” I apologised, afraid that she might start destroying me in the middle of the street. However, without saying a word, she picked up her bag and shopping trolley and started walking away leaving the young man sprawled on the pavement. I followed her like a horny dog, knowing that she was dangerous and a little crazy but her demonstration of power had me aroused and she knew it.

As I walked I tried to break the silence. “Did you hear about the fire at the Department?” I asked. “Yes. Arson. It’s very sad how denigrate kids have become. They need discipline” she replied. Visions of Jean discplining kids between her calves came into my head and took a while to disperse. “Actually, it was caused by a woman dressed as a nun. The car she used was traced to the Sisters of the Covenant of the Holy Messiah”. She seemed surprised. “You must be mistaken. They are good honest Christian women who run the old folk’s home at Cathanger” she told me. “Are they part of the Sisterhood?” I asked. “You really do know too much about things you ought not to” she glared at me coldly. “As it happens they are not. Not that it’s any of your concern” it sounded like a reprimand.

Shortly we came upon a group of youths hanging around. Jean stopped, turned to face me and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed as she worked her way below the bottom of her ample bust. “Men are always after my breasts” she told me then opened her blouse wide. “Phroarr” I moan quietly at the sight that made my groin stiffen. Through the gap at the front of her blouse, a lacy black bra was fully stuffed and struggling to contain a large wide pair of breasts. “That’s it take a good look, pervert. Don’t say a word and I might treat you later” she said then turned and continued to walk as if there were nothing out of the ordinary about an old lady walking around town with her blouse undone exposing her large packed bra. Catching up to her, I walked by her side down the street. Because I was so much taller than her, I couldn’t help gawping down the front of her blouse and getting terribly turned on by the large sexy mounds of pale breast and the deep cleavage between them. “And so I told him that I don’t trust banks. Never have and never will. I keep all of my money as cash indoors” she told me conversationally as we walked past the boys. Their mouths are open and eyes wide, glued to the heaving contents on view at the front of her blouse. As we past, I saw one nudge another and mumble something about “piles of cash”. I caught snatches of urgent whispering. “She’s crazy. I’ve heard scary things about her” “John said he was held captive in her bedroom as a sex slave” “Yuk, gross! Imagining doing an old biddy like that” “Great tits though. I wouldn’t mind doing them” “She’s just a senile old lady who forgets to dress properly. Easy pickings”. We soon move out of earshot and turn down the path to her house. Unlocking and opening the front door, I follow her into the house, admiring her flexing calves. “Leave the door open. They’ll be here soon to worship their mistress” She told me before heading into the kitchen to deposit her bags. I looked around the hall remembering the last time I had been here and how I got my arse kicked by an energetic, dangerous crazy old dominatrix. That was years ago, she was a lot older now and looked it. Nevertheless my groin tightened in anticipation with what she had planned.

After a while, three youths cautiously entered the house, their eyes sizing me up as they came down the hall trying to look hard. One was tall and heavily built with the air of their leader. The second was a stocky redhead lad and the third, a smaller spotty faced youth. Jean came out of the front room behind them and closed the door, making them jump. I noticed that she locked it. Before they could say a word, Jean told them “This way” and went back into the front room. The boys followed with me bringing up the rear. I remembered this room; it had once been separate living and dining rooms, now knocked through into one. Their leader faced her and spoke. “OK Grandma, where’s the money? And you” he said pointing to me “stay out of it and you won’t get hurt. I’m a black belt and can kill a man with a single punch”.