MISSY, TEENAGE SCISSOR SPECIALIST
By Kandor
Jack is tormented in the legs of redheaded schoolgirl Missy, who catches him leering at him from his apartment window.


    Missy smiled up at Jack. The middle-aged man was staring out of his 
window in his home office of his second-floor apartment as he did every day, 
eyeballing the full, fleshy high school girl as she walked home from school 
in schoolgirl uniform of white blouse, checkered skirt, short black socks and 
penny loafers. He'd hide, or thought he would, to one side, pull down his 
fly, whip out his cock and jack off watching the pretty redhead sashay down 
the street, the muscles in her athletic calves madly flexing, the linear 
ridges of thigh meat pumping as she skipped and walked. Then she smiled at 
him this day and Jack knew he was busted.
    Red-faced, he retreated inside the apartment, playing out in his mind 
what he'd tell the cops when they came to his door following up a report of a 
flasher. The bell rang, and Jack's initial thought was it can't be the cops, 
not that fast. So he went to the door not knowing what he'd find.
    What he found was Missy, the sassy 16-year old redhead with pigtails and 
freckled face, smiling at him.
    "You like what you see, Mister?" she asked brightly, waltzing inside past 
a stunned Jack, who closed the door behind him. "You like what, these?"
    Jack's eyes bulged as Missy hiked up her already short skirt to show her 
thick thighs, not overly muscled, but big and hard and covered with freckles 
that offset the creamy white skin.
    "Yeah, I got some big-ass thighs, from soccer, you know, all of us soccer 
chicks got these big-ass thighs," she said, wobbling the meat of those thighs 
and then slam-flexing them into a pose of rock-hard flesh. She looked down at 
the thighs then mischeivously up at Jack, who was open mouthed and breaking 
out in a cold sweat.
    "Or maybe these, I dunno, I got some pretty amazing calves, whaddya 
think?"
    Missy leaned on the kitchen counter and did a few rapid toe raises, the 
bulk of her incredible calves rising fleshily above her low-fallen socks. 
Jack had seen bodybuilder calves in his day and Missy didn't have them, 
rather she had rounded balls of freckled meat, thick, hard and dangerous 
looking. Jack didn't know why he loved teen-girl leg, he knew he just did and 
Missy's brazen display was making him hard all over again.
    "Miss, I ... " he stuttered.
    "Miss-y," she corrected, turning around to sit up on the counter, her 
meaty thighs spreading under her, her legs spread slightly causing her skirt 
to ride high and show her flowery panties. "My name's Missy. Short for 
Melissa. Go ahead, sorry, you were saying?"
    Jack continued, unable to look at her, unable to think.
    "I'm sorry about, uh, the window, before, I didn't look, I didn't think, 
I don't know ... " he stammered.
    Missy smiled and slapped her meaty thighs.
    "Mister, you were jacking off watching me, that what you're trying to 
say?" she said boldly. "Hey, you jack off, you jack off, it's no big deal. 
But if you're gonna pull your cock, I'd rather you do it so I can see it,OK? 
So why don't ya take that prick outta your pants and start pulling it?"
    Jack's mouth dropped another foot as he stared at the girl. He could no 
more pull out his dick in front of a 16-year-old girl than in front of a pack 
of nuns, he thought, trying to shake the suddenly materializing and quite 
disturbing image of him jacking it in front of stunned Sisters of Mercy from 
his mind. He backed away and fumbled for the door.
    "Uh, you better go, I'm so sorry for before, but please, uh, uh ... "
    Missy laughed - and extended her legs, hooking her feet around Jack's 
hips and reeling him back to her where she quickly wrapped her rugged legs 
around him from behind, crossing her penny loafered feet and socked ankles 
before him. She squeezed ever so slightly causing him to gasp in pain as his 
trembling hands pawed the thick legs holding him. Missy leaned back on her 
hands and cocked her head to one side, smiling mischeiviously.
    "S'matter, Mister, little-girl legs too much for YA!" she said brightly, 
punching the crush down on 'ya'. "I thought you liked looking at my big-ass 
legs! You seemed to like it up in the window, what's-a matter, you don't like 
'em now!"
    "Please ... hurts ... stop ... " Jack babbled nervously, sweat pouring down his face 
as Missy slowly and painfully increased the pressure.
    "Just so's ya know, this is called a bodyscissors, and I use it on my 
brothers when they get out of hand," she said calmly, now absentmindedly 
rocking her legs back and forth, her crossed feet smacking his groin. "I 
busted my older brother's ribs once ... man, dad was pissed about that! But mom 
sorta got a kick out of it - and then did the same thing to my dad!!"
    Jack's hands rested on Missy's pulsating thighs and he was astounded by 
the soft feel of her skin and the pounding muscle beneath. Despite the pain, 
he felt his cock stir, and so did Missy as it pressed against her leg.
    "Heyyyyyyyyyyy," she giggled. "Are you getting hard on me, are you? Hmmm, 
I feel something pokin' at my big calves. Lemme press in harder, see how that 
feels."
    Deliciously, Missy's thick, freckled calves pushed against Jack's 
hardening prick. He tried pulling away, but Missy scissored him harder, 
causing him to gasp in pain. She laughed.
    "You ain't goin' nowhere Mister, not in Missy's big-ass legs!" she 
laughed. "Now, I think I told you to pull out that cock and jack it off so I 
can see it instead of you hidin' up in your window in that office and all!"
    Jack had to obey, and slowly he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, 
after Missy let up the squeeze a bit to let him do it. He stroked himself to 
complete hardness, which was easy to attain despite the throbbing of her 
thighs on his ribs. But Missy couldn't see what was going on.
    "This won't do, won't do at all, I can't see a thing," she growled, 
unlocking her legs from his sides and spinning him around to face her. "Now 
that's better ... well, it would be if you had a cock!"
    Jack blushed. His dick wasn't all that big, but he didn't think a girl as 
young as Missy would have much to compare it to. He was wrong. Bizarrely 
wrong, it turned out.
    "Shit, my little brother has a bigger dinkie than that, and he's only 
14!" she roared, a hand over her mouth. "But what the hell, you work with 
what you got. Now get whacking!!"
    Jack obeyed, unable to take his eye off Missy's big legs as she sat back 
on the counter, one leg crossed, the thick crease of her top shin splayed out 
against the bottom knee, her little black socks drooping below thick, 
freckled calves. She bounced that top leg slowly, seductively and Jack sweat 
even more watching the muscles throb. She smiled brightly and all Jack could 
think of was here was a sadistic Pippi Longstocking sitting there watching 
him jerk off as he looked at her voluminous legs.
    "You like my legs, dontcha Mister?" she teased, bouncing that leg. "You 
like the big muscles in my thighs ... ."
    She licked a finger wetly and traced the tip over the hammy side of her 
white, freckle-laden thigh that was nearly completely visible under her 
school girl skirt.
    "You like my big, muscular calves, Mister, with my widdy-biddy socks 
falling down on them?"
    She used the finger to outline the fierce crease of that top leg and then 
over and under the bulging, freckled ball of calf meat. Jack jacked himself 
harder.
    "C'mere," she hissed, curling her finger at him and spreading her thick 
thighs on the counter, pulling aside her panty to show an explosion of silky 
red hair and a puff of pussy lips beneath it. "You're giving yourself some 
lovin', how's about giving Missy's muffy a little lovin'!!!"
    Jack shuffled over to her and Missy grabbed his ears, forcing him to his 
knees and then just buried his moaning face deep inside the hairy clamp of 
her hot cunt, using his nose on her clit and ordering him to lick. She 
smelled of sweat and cheap teen girl perfume, and instantly her iron-ridged 
thighs slammed shut on his ears, scissoring him hard, bending his jawbones 
but leaving him enough leverage to slide out his tongue and slap it deep into 
her gripping cuntal hole.
    "EAT ME!!!!" she screamed, slapping the top of his bald head  brutally 
hard, raising welts on it as she thundered her thick thighs on it. "SUCK THAT 
CUNNY!!"
    Jack did his best as she continued to buck and thrash, snapping her hips 
and virtually wiping her entire pussy up and down his face, using it, abusing 
it, launching herself upon it until his whole head just about disappeared in 
the punishing maw of her now gigantic thighs that had bubbled and swelled to 
even greater size by the scissoring action. She came and came hard, so hard 
her iron adductor muscles sliced into Jack's neck, taking him to the edge of 
unconsciousness, his hand falling away from his now limp prick, and when she 
finished coming, she shot her teen girl legs out straight, the thick, knotted 
calves rippling, the black socks twisted around each other, and the entire 
freckled mass of her bulbous thighs vibrating with exertion, knocking him out 
cold.
    He came to and saw Missy bending over the counter, her panties off and 
skirt up, her hands behind her, kneading the thick, freckle-covered mass of 
her round, creamy ass. Her red-hair ringed anus winked at him as she handled 
her own sweet butt.
    "Mmmmmmmmmmm, my ass needs attention too, Mister," she cooed over her 
shoulder, one red pigtail hanging in her sexy face. "Put your nose inside my 
asshole ... now!"
    Jack obeyed, shuffling to her on his knees, inserting his long nose 
directly into Missy's tight butt. She hissed with pleasure and reached back 
to grab his ears, pulling him in tighter.
    "Smell it!" she growled. "I've been at school all day, should be nice and 
ripe! Now SNIFF MY ASS!!"
    Jack obeyed again, gamely taking a big whiff of Missy's asshole, smelling 
the day's sweat inside her tight shitter ring. His hands came up to hold her 
big thighs and he was amazed at the creamy feel of all that muscle.
    "Jack it, Jack, pull that cock," she snapped at him. "Get it hard!"
    Again he obeyed, pulling his dick to its full miniscule length. When he 
was fully erect, Missy let go her asscheeks, which slammed shut on his face, 
trapping him inside the muscular warmth of her rump meat. She stood up now, 
putting her feet together and flexing down on her ass, the football-hard 
halves of hammy butt flesh devouring nearly his entire face, his nose still 
embraced by her butt ring. She let up only a little to allow him oral entry, 
and he obeyed her command to "Eat my asshole!!" by sliding his tongue into 
the hairy orifice, only to have it engulfed and pulled out by her muscular 
shit chute.
    "Now, mister, put that cock in here!" she growled, hunching back with her 
calves to bump Jack's hand. "I wanna feel your hot cum in my calves!!"
    He moved forward a bit and let out a huge sigh when he felt his cock 
spear the muscled warmth of her freckled calf meat. Missy stood on crossed 
feet now, putting not only more pressure on the scissors of her ass on his 
face but of her socked calves scissoring his cock. She took his entire length 
in her crossed calves and just pulsated them, flexing the silky muscle, 
fucking his cock until he felt his explosion coming. And he unloaded, hard, 
wet and long into the muscled embrace of Missy's quivering calves as she 
milked him dry, holding him tightly until his cock shrunk and slithered out 
with a wet plop. She finally released her assgrip on his face and stood up 
straight, looking back over her brawny shoulder to the thick clumps of cum 
squishing out of her muscular calves and running down to her socks.
    "Clean up that mess," she ordered Jack, who reached for a towel. "With 
your tongue, asshole!!"
    She turned and sat back on the counter, reeling Jack into her now spread 
legs, lacing one calf across his face and folding it up, capturing his 
sputtering head in the crook of that knee and literally wiping her comey calf 
clean on his face. He groaned with disgust as Missy held her leg tight on 
him, biting her lower lip seductively.
    "Lap that jizz from my big calf, Mister, do what you're told or I'll 
crack your head in my cruncher hold, which is what I call this!" she growled, 
squeezing her folded leg back on his head until his jaw ached from the 
pressure.
    Jack had to obey and slathered her cummy calf clean. She put that one 
down and lifted the other, this one above his head to let the nasty goop drop 
all over his face. Then she scissored his face in both calves to smear him 
with his own stuff, coating him from forehead to chin.
    "My socks, you pig, suck my smelly socks clean," she hissed, and Jack did 
what he was told, sucking the cold cum from her droopy black socks.
    By the time he was done, he was a beaten man, his ribs sore, his neck 
aching, his head on fire with pain, all from the big-ass legs of Missy, his 
teen girl tormenter. She laughed as she pushed him back onto the floor and 
stood over him, pulling on her panties and pulling up her socks. She 
straightened her skirt and gathered her books.
    "If I catch you lookin' out that window at me again, Mister ... " she said 
with a giggle, opening the door to leave. "Well, I think I'll bring my Mommy 
back the next time I come!!"