Teen Scissor Star
by nmahol@yahoo.com
Thick thighed track athlete finishes her high school career on top of her professor 


I can't believe he did it. I can't believe my dumb-ass teacher, Mr. Nichols,
actually accepted my challenge to a wrestling match. He's been dogging me all
year, busting me for talking, for "rough-housing", for bullying # handing out
detentions like it was going out of style. Speaking of style, he had the nerve
to chastise me for wearing a short skirt the other day. Well, I'm about to
introduce him to what's under that short skirt # namely my boy-humbling
thighs!

Yeah I may be small, but I'm a stick of dynamite. Two sticks of dynamite
actually. Once my legs wrap around their victim, they explode with power and
savagery. The wanna-be tough guys around school have a saying, "When in
doubt...knock em out". I couldn't agree more. Only it's my legs that turn out
the lights. Go ahead, throw a punch at me fool, and I'll have you wrapped up
and singing me a sweet submission in seconds. Piss me off and I'll schoolgirl
pin you and make you cry in front of the whole school before knocking you out.
Nothing more satisfying than wiping a boys tears with the seat of my shorts.
You may wake up with my sneaker pressing your head flat to the floor. That's
me posing over you. Smile for the camera, your beat- down is going on youtube!

I've been building my legs for years. I'm a 3-time all-state sprinter, so you
know there's power in my thighs and glutes. And I'm a competitive gymnast, so
I'm extremely flexible. Think you've got me trapped? Guess again, my legs can
sneak up on you from anywhere to turn the tables. before you know it, you'll
be scissored, subdued and sat on. I just love wrapping up boys and grinding
out submissions. Ever since I was a little girl, I got picked on for being the
smallest. Older boys would try me...and lose. I instinctually used my best
assets to squeeze them to tears. Then, I would always try to finish them off
with a tight school-pin. With the crotch of my jean shorts pressed firmly
against your chin, there's no doubt about who the winner is. Go ahead and talk
shit now...what's the matter, got your jaw wired shut in my pin? Try to buck
me off, and back go my legs around your head. I can do this all day. I don't
have to be home till the street lights turn on. Let me squeeze whatever fight
is left out of you, and you'll once again know the feel of denim on your
Adam's apple. Mmm, swallow again...that felt kinda good. I guess that's why my
parents sent me to Catholic school. They thought it would straighten me out.
Guess what, it didn't. In fact the uniform they made me wear just made me feel
more empowered. That little skirt just made it easier to get my panties
wrapped around some asshole's head.

By the time I turned 18 my senior year, most of the boys knew not to fuck with
me. Talk behind my back, and you'll see the back of my ass as it reverse head
scissors you unconscious. Pick on one of my friends and I'll make you
apologize to her from between my legs. I'll put your arm behind your back,
bend you down and make you kiss her feet for good measure. You're not done
boy, my ass is next. Pucker up! Disrespect me, and I'll teach you respect the
hard way. My motto became anytime any where for any reason. Most of the dudes
at school got pretty good at avoiding me. I'd walk down the center of the
hallway with my girls, swaying my hips, flexing my legs and watching as, one
by one, the boys would drop their eyes to the floor. Of course my legs and ass
also drew admirers too. If they approached, they did so with humility,
politeness and respect. It didn't take long before I started sliding my crotch
up to plant it on boy's mouths and noses. "You want a goodnight kiss? Come up
to my room, I'll give you something to kiss." You better believe I get mine
first and usually ONLY. My dates, usually ended with me rubbing my pussy back
and fourth on an unconscious face. Not your average night out on the town.
Thanks for the chocolates. I'll eat them on top of your face, while you snack
on something else! A little slap to the cheek and I'd send them home with my
scent enveloping their heads. We should do this again some time...hahahah, I'm
such a bitch. Some new guy was stupid enough to ask me to prom. He spent most
of the evening in the back of the limo, with his head crammed under my dress.
Driver, take the long way home please...

Now that I'm nearing the end of my senior year, it's hard to get any fight out
of anyone anymore. Everyone has either experienced or knows about my
boy-beater legs. Last week I actually had to go out "hunting". I felt kind of
bad, but I went after this nerdy white-boy after track practice. I was pumped
from my workout and wanted some action. He saw me coming in my sprinter shorts
and tank top and feebly started running into the woods. I took off after him
and closed on the mother fucker like a cheetah on a baby antelope. I collard
him and took him down in a flash.

He was all, "Please! I didn't do anything..." I was like "Shut the fuck up,
you aint going anywhere except out."

I cranked on a figure for and listened to him cough and sputter. I pulled back
on my foot to cinch it tighter and laughed to myself as I noticed his nerdy
books all scattered around the ground. I sent him into dreamland, then
casually mounted his chest. Thrusting my crotch under his chin I spread my
knees wide, flexed and gave a little warrior cry. Something about being alone
in the woods atop my prey made me feel like a Nubian jungle queen. My track
shorts were ripe with sweat as I pushed them against the boy's chin and patted
his cheek to wake him up.

"You know for a smart white boy, you're pretty stupid. Actually I should thank
you for running into the woods, now I can take my time with you in private."

He just sniveled up at me as I casually put my hands on my hips.

"Tell you what, I'm feeling merciful, I'll take off your glasses so I wont
break them." I slowly and gently lifted the nerds glasses off his face and set
them down in the plush grass.

"P...p...p...please don't punch me..", He begged. I laughed out loud. "I'm not
going to punch you fool...I'm going to PUMP you!"

Of course he had no clue what I was talking about, so I simply showed him.
"Ever taste black pussy? Don't bother answering" I said laughing.

Just as he was about to protest, I planted it on him and rubbed myself silly.
It was one of the best cums I ever had. So good, that I decided to reverse my
ride and go for another. Something about the beaten boy had now changed. He
had gone past fear and humiliation and now it was if he were trying to
"please" his conqueror. As I spun for the reverse facesit he actually lifted
his head up slightly to insert his nose into the thin fabric covering my
asshole. "Mmmm, there you go." I purred. I lazily took him into a side scissor
with his face wedged up my ass and ground him to another beautiful orgasm. I
used him there that day. His body and face compliant, supple and subservient.
He offered it up to me in every position. I even sat on the side of his head
and pumped his ear until it was red and raw. When I was fully spent I stood up
over my kill and laughed at his face covered in my juices. I bent over and
gently put his glasses on his slick face then ruffled hi hair like a kid.

Wordlessly I slipped out of my shoes and socks and presented my foot to his
lips. He knew exactly what was expected of him, and he willingly took my toes
into his mouth.

"Clean and suck all 10 and I'll let you go," I said down to him with a smile.
He did his duty and it sent tickling chills up and down my body. Straddling
him I spoke in cheerful tones.

"Usually I'd finish you off with a knock out scissor, but since you were so
very, very cooperative, I'm gonna let you leave these woods with a few brain
cells in tact...now that you're doing my homework for the rest of the year,
isn't that right?" I said with an enthusiastic clap.

"All As though!...Any Bs and you'll B scissored and smothered again, got it?"
I laughed at my own corny joke, and he just nodded solemnly "Oh fuck it!" I
said hoping up to his face and pressing my spandex-covered pussy to his mouth
once again. "One more for the road. Say Ah...

So here I am, having gone through the entire student body (and face) standing
in front of my teacher, who is wearing a mixture of fear and confusion. After
he tried to give me my 5th detention I goaded him to fight me for it

"Ashley, about this...I was only kidding," he stammered. "I wasn't," I said
calmly approaching him in my tight track outfit.

Within minutes, I had him down on the ground, winded and trapped in a high and
tight front scissor, his chin trapped against my commanding crotch.
"A..A..Ashley...This is highly...in...in... inappropriate..." he stuttered
from between my legs. "Hmm, No...no it isn't," I said thoughtfully, "But this
is..."

with that I adjusted his mouth to fit tightly against my mound. I marveled at
his pale white face sealed between my powerful black thighs and I decided that
then and there, white boys or white men, it made no difference. They were the
best to scissor.

"You know how many times I wanted to shut your mouth during one of your boring
lessons?...Blah Blah Blah", I mocked him.

"Oh how many times I fantasized about pussy-stuffing you, just to get you to
shut the fuck up. And now..." I said with a tense of my legs, "...I have you!"

"Mmmph Mmmph Mmphh," was all I got back. Funny how all men sound the same when
they're getting stuffed.

"The way I see it, you owe me for 5 bullshit detentions this year! and I'm
going to make you work off every one of them!" Slowly and methodically, I
worked him over, my legs pulsing and quivering around his head and ribs. True
to my word, I humped out 5 lovely "pay backs" on his face. The last one, a
brutal side reverse scissor like I had clamped on the nerd in the woods. I
peeled his face back from my sopping shorts and lifted my upper leg. His head
resting on my lower thigh inches away from my ass, too spent to even move.

"Well, have you learned your lesson in female dominance?" I said sweetly.
"Y..y yes. Please..yes,"He begged. With his head still resting on my upper leg
I preached down to him.

"I don't suppose you'll be giving me any more detentions this year, will you?"
I said sternly. "No, no, no" He responded immediately. "Good! Because when I
have to sit on my ass after school, my ass and pussy get very angry, and when
they get angry, they like to take it out on people. You wouldn't want that,
would you?"

"No, no, I wouldn't" he chirped. "Well, then I think you should apologize to
them." Stunned silence as he struggled to comprehend, "Ashley, I'm sorry for
giving you so many det..."

"Not to me!" I snapped, cutting him off. "to them!" again stunned to silence.
"Apologize to my ass and pussy, nicely, or back you go in my scissors, do you
understand? And make it genuine" I said slowly lowering my leg to emphasize my
point.

"Ok ok ok," he said. I cinched my way forward so that his nose was gently
pressed against my lady parts. "I truly and sincerely apologize for making you
sit in detention. Please forgive me." I had to hold my hand over my mouth to
keep from laughing. Here was a grown man carrying on a conversation with
crotch and asshole. Ha!

"Let me think, " I pondered. Then slammed my leg down to clamp him once again
in a suffocating scissor. "Apology accepted!" I said to his wide eyes peeking
out from behind my rump.

Slowly I watched the awareness dim in his eyes. What a lovely site, turning
out the headlights on a hated foe. When he awoke I was standing over him with
my uniform on. The same short skirt he unwisely chose to comment on earlier
this week. "Back from the dead?" I asked brightly. All he could do was moan.

"P..please Ashley that was five...five..." he struggled to find the words.
"Five what?" I pressed standing up over his head and jutting out my hips so
that he could get a veiw of my white cotton panties.

"Five WHAT?!" I said. I wanted to hear him say it. "Five...orgasms," "He
managed, 'We are even".

"Those...those were called face-rapes," I said." bending down and grabbing his
chin in my hand tilting it up so he could look me in the eye. "Five punishing,
humiliating face rapes is what they were." I said cruelly. As the reality of
what just happened to him, he started to cry. Boy, did that just turn me on
more. I knelt down over his head and patted his wet cheeks. I threw back my
skirt to show him my weapon once again. Wrapped in cotton this time with fine
black pubic hairs mischievously peeking out.

"Oh we're not done yet," I said to him sadistically. "That that was five!" he
protested. "Five for my SENIOR year," I explained. "There's still three more
to go. Let's go back to the beginning shall we, there's some freshman pussy
that needs apologizing to."

Once again I planted my moist crotch on his face, waved bye-bye to him as I
lowered my skirt over his pleading eyes, and started my dance of dominance.
This would be the pinnacle of my high school scissor career. "God I can't wait
for college!" I thought as the first waves of pleasure washed over me.

...The end. For now?