flyinemo09
05-31-2010, 3:56 PM
Warning...no facesitting, but wonderful little scissor story, just felt the need to share, from kandors site.
Astonished man witnesses scissored destruction of boy in back of van while stuck in
traffic.
I was getting nowhere fast. Stuck in highway traffic on midday was frustrating as
hell, cars grinding to a halt in front of me, and I knew we were there for awhile; up ahead
was a disabled tractor-trailer truck and traffic clogged up behind it as it waited for help.
I pounded the wheel in frustration and then decided just to kick back, shut the car
off and relax. A van was directly in front of me, behind the wheel a young, attractive
soccer mom type and in the bench seat behind her a couple of kids, a boy and girl,
looking to be in their mid teens.
It was a hot day, not the kind of day you sit with the AC on for fear of
overheating, so I shut the car off and opened the windows, as did the mom ahead of me,
and popping open the rear hatch and giving me a clear view of the cargo area behind the
bench seat.
That's when the argument started, the boy and girl going at it like brother and
sister, the mom admonishing them occasionally.
"Yeah, so you're late for your game, Alison, so what?" the boy growled. "It's not
like you're good anyway, you suck!"
"Adam, enough of that," the mom said over her shoulder.
"Yeah, Adam, don't piss me off, I'm not in the mood," Alison barked.
The boy looked 20, maybe 21, the girl about 18, , but very pretty, long
blonde hair in a ponytail and having an air about her that made her seem older. She
looked strong, though all I could see was her upper body in a blue satiny soccer top.
They kept jawing at one another, the boy clearly getting on his sister's nerves
until she whacked him in the arm.
"Don't mess with me, Adam, not today, unless you want a beating," she growled.
"Yeah, right," he snapped. "Like you could give me one in the car, loser."
The girl looked over the back seat to the roomy cargo area and smiled.
"Plenty of room back here, pal," she said. "You up for it?"
"Adam, Alison, please don't," the mother pleaded. "Alison, don't beat up your
brother again."
"I'm stronger now, I been lifting!" the boy bleated, a pimply faced kid looking
weak and fragile. "I can take her now!"
"I doubt it, honey, not with those soccer legs of hers," the mom sighed.
"Yeah, Adam, you wanna try my big old soccer legs again?" Alison grinned.
Adam looked frightened.
"C'mon, Ally, you promised you wouldn't do that to me again, not after the last
time," he squeaked.
She then slipped over the seat to the cargo area, revealing her legs to me for the
first time. Her blue shorts could barely contain the biggest, most muscular thighs I'd ever
seen on a girl so young, massive and thick, ridged like an amateur bodybuilder's legs, and
calves rippling out of her blue kneesocks. She squatted on the floor behind the seat and
grabbed her protesting brother by the hair, easily pulling him over.
"Alison, stop, don't scissor him again, you know he can't take it!" the mother
yelped.
But it was too late. Alison laid down on her back and absolutely engulfed her
brother's head in her beefy thighs, her socked calves locked and crossed on his skinny
chest, those massive upper legs swollen with muscle and all but hiding his screaming
face.
"Ally! Pleeeeease!" he shrieked.
"Too late, big brother, I got the headscissor quiver on ya now!" she barked.
"No, not that!" he yelled.
Incredibly, the girl's thighs got bigger still as she now leaned up on her hands and
violently quaked and quivered her monstrous thighs on her brother's moaning face, the
thick pads of meat pulsating and pounding in an awful rhythm of shaking flesh, his eyes
watering and mouth open in a low moan of constant pain. The look of concentration on
her pretty face was scary as was the look of total submission on Adam's. The mom
looked in the rear view at them and sighed.
"Honey, just don't knock him out again, please, OK?" she said.
"OK, Mom, just having some fun, that's all," Alison hissed, thundering her thighs
harder on her brother. "Besides, this'll be a good warm up for my legs when we get to the
game!"
Up ahead, the tractor-trailer suddenly growled to life, the driver jumping back
inside and the big rig lurching slowly down the road. I was transfixed by the site of the
teen girl scissoring her brother to the point I didn't notice anything moving until their car
did, slowly inching down the highway. With shaky hands, I started my car and followed
closely behind them.
The girl suddenly looked at me and smiled, giving me a thumbs-up. I smiled
weakly back.
"Hey, Adam, we got an audience," she laughed. "Old guy in blue SUV is
checking on me scissoring you!"
Adam's pain-wracked eyes looked at me and then down again into the crushing
abyss of his little sister's scissoring gams. Alison continued the quiver motion for the
next 10 minutes until traffic started flowing freely again.
By now I was hooked, I had to see more, so I gave chase, losing them up ahead
and then coming up beside the car at my left. I looked inside. She was now leaning over
the seat, her upper body facing her mom, her brother still in the back, but now her
massive thighs locked around his ears from the back, so that his face stuck out the backs
of her rugged thighs, her socked calves crossed near his crotch. Her shorts rode up
obscenely high, revealing every inch of her plank-hard hamstrings, thick cords of muscle
straining at the soft white skin, those legs again absorbing the boy's face which was a
mask of terror, humiliation and pain. She was thundering and quivering her legs on him,
sheets of undulating thigh muscles slapping at his face, his body limp in her thrusting leg
lock, almost unconscious.
I lost them again, catching up a few moments later, near the exit for the soccer
fields. Now she had him seated in the bench seat, she next to him and her legs up around
his throat, her massive, socked calves slicing into his throat, sawing at his neck like a
meaty pair of knives. His head lolled limply back and forth in the constant, horrible
pumping of her big calves.
They turned off the exit and I followed, pulling into the lot of the soccer game
where she finally let him go, leaving him sobbing on the seat as she and her mom got out
of the car as if nothing happened, Alison straightening out her shorts on her pumped-up
thighs.
"Let's go, honey," the mom said, looking into the car. "Adam, get some rest, you
need it. I told you not to aggravate your sister on game day!"
"See ya later, brother," Alison giggled, skipping off on powerful legs toward the
field.
I stuck around for the game. I couldn't wait to see the ride home..
Astonished man witnesses scissored destruction of boy in back of van while stuck in
traffic.
I was getting nowhere fast. Stuck in highway traffic on midday was frustrating as
hell, cars grinding to a halt in front of me, and I knew we were there for awhile; up ahead
was a disabled tractor-trailer truck and traffic clogged up behind it as it waited for help.
I pounded the wheel in frustration and then decided just to kick back, shut the car
off and relax. A van was directly in front of me, behind the wheel a young, attractive
soccer mom type and in the bench seat behind her a couple of kids, a boy and girl,
looking to be in their mid teens.
It was a hot day, not the kind of day you sit with the AC on for fear of
overheating, so I shut the car off and opened the windows, as did the mom ahead of me,
and popping open the rear hatch and giving me a clear view of the cargo area behind the
bench seat.
That's when the argument started, the boy and girl going at it like brother and
sister, the mom admonishing them occasionally.
"Yeah, so you're late for your game, Alison, so what?" the boy growled. "It's not
like you're good anyway, you suck!"
"Adam, enough of that," the mom said over her shoulder.
"Yeah, Adam, don't piss me off, I'm not in the mood," Alison barked.
The boy looked 20, maybe 21, the girl about 18, , but very pretty, long
blonde hair in a ponytail and having an air about her that made her seem older. She
looked strong, though all I could see was her upper body in a blue satiny soccer top.
They kept jawing at one another, the boy clearly getting on his sister's nerves
until she whacked him in the arm.
"Don't mess with me, Adam, not today, unless you want a beating," she growled.
"Yeah, right," he snapped. "Like you could give me one in the car, loser."
The girl looked over the back seat to the roomy cargo area and smiled.
"Plenty of room back here, pal," she said. "You up for it?"
"Adam, Alison, please don't," the mother pleaded. "Alison, don't beat up your
brother again."
"I'm stronger now, I been lifting!" the boy bleated, a pimply faced kid looking
weak and fragile. "I can take her now!"
"I doubt it, honey, not with those soccer legs of hers," the mom sighed.
"Yeah, Adam, you wanna try my big old soccer legs again?" Alison grinned.
Adam looked frightened.
"C'mon, Ally, you promised you wouldn't do that to me again, not after the last
time," he squeaked.
She then slipped over the seat to the cargo area, revealing her legs to me for the
first time. Her blue shorts could barely contain the biggest, most muscular thighs I'd ever
seen on a girl so young, massive and thick, ridged like an amateur bodybuilder's legs, and
calves rippling out of her blue kneesocks. She squatted on the floor behind the seat and
grabbed her protesting brother by the hair, easily pulling him over.
"Alison, stop, don't scissor him again, you know he can't take it!" the mother
yelped.
But it was too late. Alison laid down on her back and absolutely engulfed her
brother's head in her beefy thighs, her socked calves locked and crossed on his skinny
chest, those massive upper legs swollen with muscle and all but hiding his screaming
face.
"Ally! Pleeeeease!" he shrieked.
"Too late, big brother, I got the headscissor quiver on ya now!" she barked.
"No, not that!" he yelled.
Incredibly, the girl's thighs got bigger still as she now leaned up on her hands and
violently quaked and quivered her monstrous thighs on her brother's moaning face, the
thick pads of meat pulsating and pounding in an awful rhythm of shaking flesh, his eyes
watering and mouth open in a low moan of constant pain. The look of concentration on
her pretty face was scary as was the look of total submission on Adam's. The mom
looked in the rear view at them and sighed.
"Honey, just don't knock him out again, please, OK?" she said.
"OK, Mom, just having some fun, that's all," Alison hissed, thundering her thighs
harder on her brother. "Besides, this'll be a good warm up for my legs when we get to the
game!"
Up ahead, the tractor-trailer suddenly growled to life, the driver jumping back
inside and the big rig lurching slowly down the road. I was transfixed by the site of the
teen girl scissoring her brother to the point I didn't notice anything moving until their car
did, slowly inching down the highway. With shaky hands, I started my car and followed
closely behind them.
The girl suddenly looked at me and smiled, giving me a thumbs-up. I smiled
weakly back.
"Hey, Adam, we got an audience," she laughed. "Old guy in blue SUV is
checking on me scissoring you!"
Adam's pain-wracked eyes looked at me and then down again into the crushing
abyss of his little sister's scissoring gams. Alison continued the quiver motion for the
next 10 minutes until traffic started flowing freely again.
By now I was hooked, I had to see more, so I gave chase, losing them up ahead
and then coming up beside the car at my left. I looked inside. She was now leaning over
the seat, her upper body facing her mom, her brother still in the back, but now her
massive thighs locked around his ears from the back, so that his face stuck out the backs
of her rugged thighs, her socked calves crossed near his crotch. Her shorts rode up
obscenely high, revealing every inch of her plank-hard hamstrings, thick cords of muscle
straining at the soft white skin, those legs again absorbing the boy's face which was a
mask of terror, humiliation and pain. She was thundering and quivering her legs on him,
sheets of undulating thigh muscles slapping at his face, his body limp in her thrusting leg
lock, almost unconscious.
I lost them again, catching up a few moments later, near the exit for the soccer
fields. Now she had him seated in the bench seat, she next to him and her legs up around
his throat, her massive, socked calves slicing into his throat, sawing at his neck like a
meaty pair of knives. His head lolled limply back and forth in the constant, horrible
pumping of her big calves.
They turned off the exit and I followed, pulling into the lot of the soccer game
where she finally let him go, leaving him sobbing on the seat as she and her mom got out
of the car as if nothing happened, Alison straightening out her shorts on her pumped-up
thighs.
"Let's go, honey," the mom said, looking into the car. "Adam, get some rest, you
need it. I told you not to aggravate your sister on game day!"
"See ya later, brother," Alison giggled, skipping off on powerful legs toward the
field.
I stuck around for the game. I couldn't wait to see the ride home..