NEVER ENDING SCISSORS SESSION
By Session Man



Monica was working on her tan by the pool of her hotel in Miami Beach. It was
near ninety degrees and her ample tits were glistening with sweat. She began
to reach for her ice tea when a male's voice next to her said,

"Why don't you try my margarita instead?"

She slowly turned her head in his direction and thought, 'Wow, he looks kind
of hunky.'

"And who are?" Monica asked seductively.

He extended his hand and said in a lovely Italian accent, "I'm Marco."

She clasped his hand in hers and squeezed. "Well, Marco, I'm Monica."

Marco thought that her grip was really strong. He was delighted that she
responded in such a friendly manner. He had been watching her for a few
minutes on the adjoining deck chair and thought that she had amazingly
well-built legs. Now he noticed that her arms were pretty well-muscled as
well.

"I don't normally drink alcohol, but since I'm not in training this week,
perhaps I will take a sip of your margarita," exclaimed Monica.

"Training," asked Marco?

"Yes, I do Cross-fit competition," replied Monica.

Marco shook his head, clearly not understanding. "What is this Cross-fit?"

"Well, I think in Europe you would call it a type of athletics. It involves a
lot of different events, such as pull-ups, squats with heavy weights, the
rings muscle-ups, sit-ups, pushing heavy sleds, and a bunch of other stuff."

Marco thought for a moment, then he asked, "And women do this? Surely only men
can compete in such things."

"Where I come from, in Canada, both men and women do it. It fact, sometimes
the women score higher than the men."

"You're pulling my leg," said Marco.

Now Monica was starting to get a little irritated with his attitude. She was
the defending Canadian National Champion at Cross-fit. At 5'9" and 160 lbs of
solid muscle, she didn't put up with a lot of crap. In fact, before she took
up Cross-fit, she had been a rugby player, mostly because she really liked the
hard contact in the game. But maybe she could make an exception for Marco
since he was from Italy and probably had never seen Cross-fit. So she smiled
and took another sip of his margarita, put it down on ground, and
intentionally flexed her biceps as if she was stretching. She noted Marco's
eyes pop out of his head.

"Monica, your arm muscles are fantastic," Marco said with a huge grin. "I have
never seen a woman with such arms?"

"That's probably true. Go ahead, feel my bicep." Marco grabbed it as she
flexed again.

"Monica, you are really incredible. I can see that your legs are terrifically
muscles as well."

"Oh yea," replied Monica. "Once I trap a man between these thighs, he can
never get out."

Marco got an instant hard-on, which wasn't good considering that he was
wearing one of those European men's bikini bathing suits. Stammering a little,
Marco asked, "What, what do you mean when you trap a man between your thighs?"

"Well, I can't make much money from Cross-fit, and I don't have time for a
regular nine-to-five job, so I earn money from doing wrestling sessions."
Monica now had a sly smile on her face. Marco had no idea what he was about to
get into.

"I have heard of this session wrestling, but I never met a girl who did it.
But how can you beat a man, such as me?"

Monica starred at Marco. She had to admit, he looked pretty fit. He was
reclining on his deck chair, so she had a good view of his abs. They seemed
well developed. He was slender, but had good muscle tone. She chose her next
words carefully.

"Well, Marco, maybe I would have a hard time with you. After-all, you look
pretty tough." She wanted to stroke his ego, but really thought that she could
kick his ass, even though he was probably was taller than she was and
outweighed him by twenty pounds.

"Listen Monica, I don't think that you would have a chance against me," said
Marco laughing. "But I am curious, what do you charge?"

Monica knew that he was hooked and all she had to do was to reel him in. "I
charge $400 U.S. dollars an hour to wrestle. However, in your case I'd like to
make a special challenge. If you can get out of my scissors holds, the session
will be free. But if you can't, then you owe me $800."

Marco laughed again. "Don't be silly. Of course I could get out of your
scissors. I accept the challenge. Your room or mine?"

They went up to Monica's room. As they walked down the corridor toward her
room, Marco was having second thoughts. He watched her huge thighs ripple as
she walked. Also, he hadn't noticed at the pool how large her calves were; now
he saw that they were extraordinarily muscled. 'But hey,' he thought, 'I am a
man and she is only a woman.'

They arrived in her room. "So, Marco, we either can start wrestling on the
bed, or I can just put you in some scissors holds. Which do you prefer?"

"Let's wrestle first," he replied. They got on their knees on the king size
bed. Monica immediately grabbed him in a headlock and they fell on their
sides. Monica's upper body was truly powerful. Forget her scissors hold; no
man had ever broken her headlock. Her bicep crushed the side of his neck.
Marco tried to push her arm away, but without success. He next tried to pry
open her grip, not to no avail.

"Shit, this hurts Monica. OK, OK, let go."

Monica laughed and said, "I thought you said that I was only a woman. Looks
like you're in trouble."

"OK, I have to admit that your strength surprised me. But now I am ready."

Monica had a huge grin on her face. "Really, I don't think so, Marco." They
got back on their knees and started grappling. Monica managed to slip behind
him and caught him in a full nelson. Again, no one had ever broken this hold
once she clamped it on. Marco fought like crazy to break it. Finally, he
pushed off with his feet and forced them both onto their backs. Monica
maintained the hold and knew that Marco had just made a huge mistake.
Immediately, she brought her legs up and around his waist in a colossal
scissors hold.

"Ahhhh!" Macro screamed, as massive slabs of thigh muscle crushed his sides.

"What's the matter? Afraid I'll break your ribs," said Monica with delight.

With her ankles locked, she stretched her legs out, bringing her powerful
thighs into action against his mid-section. She was really only using about
forty percent of her strength, but Marco was crying out for her to stop. She
let him out of her full nelson and body scissors.

"So, Marco, I guess you'll have to pay me the $400."

"No, not yet. I can get out of your scissors. I just wasn't ready before."

"Actually, Marco, I am worried that I might hurt you. "

"Don't worry; I can always tap out if I am in trouble."

"OK, it's your funeral. Let me show you one of my favorite holds. It's called
a reverse head scissors. But first, why don't we take off our bathing suits?"
Marco immediately jumped at the idea and slid off his tiny suit.

"Hmm, Marco, you are a big boy!" said Monica looking at his penis.

"Now get on your back." He did so and his penis was sticking straight into the
air. Monica moved onto his chest and slid down, wrapping her legs around his
head. He own face was inches from Marco's erection. "OK, I'm going to start
squeezing your head. Try to get out, but if you need to tap, do so quickly."

Monica locked-in her reverse head scissors and squeezed with only medium
pressure at first. Marco grabbed her legs and tried to pull them apart. She
thought that he wasn't doing a bad job, so she squeezed her inner thighs
tighter on either side of his neck; he wasn't going to get out of this one. To
his great surprise, she also grabbed his penis in a hand job. Monica slowly
stroked his dick; Marco reduced his efforts to get free from her scissors.
Both Monica and Marco were really enjoying this. Marco was not a selfish man,
so he started using his tongue and mouth on her clit. Monica was ecstatic.
After a minute she increased the speed of her pelvic movements and increased
her stoking of his dick. Marco began to groan and said something in Italian
that she didn't understand. Now Monica was really moving rapidly and
tightening her scissors hold around his neck. She couldn't control herself as
power flowed through her thighs and cut-off the blood flow to Marco's brain.
He tapped repeatedly on her back, but Monica didn't feel it since she was in
full heat now. Marco had already come in her hand, but she continued squeezing
her legs and gyrating her pelvis for another minute. Finally, she reached
orgasm. She released her scissors hold. To her horror, Marco had passed out.

"Marco, Marco, do you hear me," she said as she gentled tapped his face.
Suddenly, he his body jerked and he opened his unfocused eyes. His arms had
involuntarily convulsed for a moment, but now he appeared to be coming around.

"What happened?" he said.

"I'm really sorry, I knocked you out with my reverse head scissors," replied
Monica.

"No way," said a groggy Marco. 'Did that really happen?"

"I'm afraid so. Here, sit up and I'll give you a present. Marco was recovering
quickly, much to Monica's relief. She sat behind Marco and put him in a rear
body scissors, engulfing his waist with her tremendous thighs. She leaned back
on several pillows to support her back.

"Now Marco, I know that you like my scissors holds, so I'm going to squeeze
you all afternoon. If you want to quit, just say so, but you'll owe me $800.
If not, you'll get to enjoy the pleasure and pain of my 28 inch thighs."

For the next three hours Monica alternated between caressing his body with
hers and squeezing his ribs to the breaking point. This was a vacation trip to
Miami Beach that Marco would never forget.