Susie, the scissoring therapist
By Kandor



I’d been in physical therapy for about a month with a balky shoulder brought
about by age and reluctance to admit to it, playing a variety of sports -
badly - but with enough enthusiasm to hurt myself every so often. Like now.

Susie was my physical therapist, young at 23, a girl with round, pretty face,
glasses, shoulder-length black hair and a thick body usually packed tightly
into khaki pants and t-shirt. She was a big gal, not fat but solid, athletic
even.

This session found us alone at the end of a hot August day, stifling and even
more so since the A/C was on the fritz. Susie wore a short, loose pair of red
running shorts and her legs were astounding - big, thick tubes of thigh meat
with good but not exceptional muscle tone, and enormous calves rising like
fleshy fists out of her low-slung white socks. I eyeballed her on the sly as
our therapy began and she rotated my arm and shoulder.

"So, is it getting better?" she asked in her very quiet monotone.

"Yeah, but still can’t get my arm much past this," I said, putting my hand
behind me at the small of my back and wincing as I tried to lift it higher.

"I guess your wife won’t be putting you in a hammerlock anytime soon," she
laughed.

"Hammerlock?" I asked. "Oh, like wrestling? Well, we don’t wrestle, not
really."

"Too bad," Susie continued as she worked my arm. "I know a lot of women who
do, it’s fun."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Sure, but most of the time my boyfriends can’t take it," she giggled. "So I
go through a lot of boyfriends."

I turned to look at her skeptically.

"Can’t take it?" I asked. "Can’t take what?"

She smiled and said "These."

She looked down at her big legs, taking my gaze with them. My jaw dropped when
she slapped them together meatily a couple of times and tensed them hard,
thick quads leaping out of her soft, creamy skin.

"I have an awesome scissor hold," she said. "No one escapes."

"Get out, no way," I scolded, turning away and sitting back on the exam table.

She smiled and stood before me: "Guys ALWAYS doubt me...wanna find out for
yourself?"

I was taken aback.

"What, you want me, a 47-year-old man clearly old enough to be at least your
father, to put my head between the thighs of a 23-year-old kid?" I laughed.

"Hey, no funny stuff, nothing like that," she said, sitting in a nearby chair
and patting her enormous thighs. "Just scissors. Put it here."

I shrugged and hopped down, sitting before her and snuggling my head back.
"OK, Susie, but I don’t think you can..."

I couldn’t finish. She lifted her legs and slam-wrapped them with tremendous
force around my ears, the pain shooting into my skull as her thick adductors
ratcheted down on my skull. She hunkered down and her giant thighs swallowed
me. Lashing her ankles tightly, she poured on unbelievable pressure. The pain
was so sudden and unexpected I couldn’t breathe. I had no idea those big legs
were so strong but I did now as those big thighs swelled with unimaginable
power.

I vaguely heard her say something, but not clearly as her legs muffled my
ears. She pulled them away slightly and asked "Do ya GIVE to my headscissors?"

Groggy, I foolishly said no. I heard her laugh and then felt the fleshy slap
of thigh as she rippled me in a grueling headscissors, harder than the last.
Wisely, I slapped her legs in submission. She let go and popped her big legs
open. I slumped to the floor.

"Good, you didn’t pass out," she laughed. "A lot of guys do."

She stood between my legs and growled, "Now, let’s see if my scissors has the
effect on a lot of the others."

She leaned down and thrust her hand into my crotch. To my surprise and her
delight my cock was rock hard. She rubbed it in her hand, smiling at me, her
pretty face inches from mine.

"Jesus, Susie, I’m sorry, I don’t know, I didn’t think, I..I.." I stammered.

"Hey, it happens," she shrugged, picking me up off the floor and laying me on
my back on the table. "Hang on."

She locked the office door and came back, big thighs quivering, sweaty from
their exertion of nearly ripping my head off. Smiling, she stood next to me
and unsnapped my pants, yanking them down.

"Uh, Susie, what the hell..."

"Shhhh," she hushed. "You earned this. Now I’ll show you a very different kind
of scissors on a head."

My cock bobbed free and Susie lay flat atop me, face to face, devouring my
stiffie in the sweaty, silky scissors of her big thighs. She tensed up and my
balls knotted in imminent orgasm.

"Oh...my...God..." I groaned, my face inches from hers. "It’s like hot velvet
in their, hard, hot velvet!!"

"Enjoy my thigh fuck," she smiled, nibbling my neck.

Susie launched into a thigh-quaking undulation, rocking and rolling her hefty
thighs on my cock, fucking me in their chunky embrace, all the while licking
and whispering into my ear.

"Come for me, baby, come in Susie’s scissorlock, let it gooooooooooooo, let it
goooooo, lemme feel your hot cum in my big, nasty thighs!!!"

I screamed and exploded. From my feet to my skull, I felt every sweet
sensitive nerve fire, shuddering my entire body as I came with an intensity
I’d never experienced. Wave after wave of pure pleasure consumed me as my dick
erupted, painting her clutching inner thighs with my spew. I came for a full
minute, finally stopping as Susie pushed herself up on her hands to smile down
at me.

"Damn, that was a lot," she laughed. "Do you believe in my scissor holds now?"

I was speechless. She climbed off the table and stood, legs spread, smiling at
the thick bumpy layer of sperm on her big thighs. Plunging a finger in my goo,
she brought it to her nose and inhaled, then sexily sucked it clean, shivering
in a mini-orgasm. She did it again, this time bringing the shiny digit to my
mouth. I balked.

"Don’t make me put your head in that now, you don’t want me to scissor you
like this, do you?" she asked, looking at the blanket of spunk clinging to her
giant thighs.

I gulped and took her finger into my mouth, sucking it clean and swallowing
it, ignoring the salty tang. She smiled.

"Good," she said. "In time, I’ll have you eating the whole load outta my
thighs!"

Susie finally swabbed her legs clean, tossing the towel into an industrial
hamper as I dressed to leave.

"How’s the shoulder?" she asked.

I tested it. "Shit, it feels great...but my neck is a little sore."

"Yeah, my headscissors do that, my thighs are so big they actually pull the
head away from the neck," she laughed. "Guess you’ll just have to continue
therapy. I think once a week should do it, don’t you?"

"At least once a week," I smiled.

Hell, she IS the expert after all.