TONYA'S TERRIFYING SCISSORS By Kandor This is a fantasy story about Tonya Harding, figure skating legend, infamously so, that I did after spotting the tonyaharding.com web site. It's a mix of straight fan stuff on the thick-thighed beauty and totally outrageous fantasy stuff (see the messages, there are tons of them). I tried giving this story to that site but it won't let me cut and paste to their message form, so screw 'em: Here it is for all of you. Their loss. Enjoy. I was sweating nearly as much as Tonya was. I'm a scrawny young guy, nerdy as hell, in glasses and baggy sweat clothes, and I was on the leg press machine right behind the stairstepper upon which was Tonya Harding, world-class skater and possessed of the thickest, most powerful-looking legs I had ever seen. I constantly tried to avert my gaze, nervous to be looking at legs so beautiful on a woman equally as gorgeous. I saw Tonya smirk to herself as she worked her big legs, watching in the mirror before her as I tried not to stare at them. But what man could not look at Tonya Harding's legs? She wore a tight sleeveless top above and down below wore very snug red, satiny running shorts, the hem of which was tight against Tonya's tree-trunk thighs, riding high and showing a mile of her thick, creamy upper legs. Her monumental calves were stuffed into low-riding white socks. Every ounce of flesh between socks and shorts was working hard on the stair-stepper, undulating, quivering, flexing mountains of pure female muscle, thick and hard, sweaty and warm. Tonya's pussy ached from the exertion, more so knowing she was being watched, I imagined. Her body was drenched in sweat, a huge stain on the back of her shorts that highlighted her football hard ass and outlined the pumping meat beneath. Tonight would be perfect, she was thinking. Tonight was another prime opportunity for Tonya and her man-eating gams. Tonya stopped her workout and turned to coyly smile at me, as I nervously fidgeted on the leg press machine, adjusting my glasses as they slid down my sweaty nose. The place was deserted, it was nearly closing time and only Tonya and I remained. She went to the front desk, leaving me behind for the moment. I snuck to the edge of the hallway to listen "Hey, Krissy, I'll, uh, lock up tonight," Tonya said to the sexy redhead behind the counter. Krissy laughed. "You'll lock up your legs, you mean? On Timmy? Shit, that guy nearly cums in his pants just looking at girls, honey, you're gonna ruin the boy." Tonya smiled and leaned over the counter. "That's my plan, sweet thing ... c'mere." Krissy reached out with one hand and bunched up Krissy's t-shirt front with it, pulling her close. Tonya nailed Krissy a wet, sloppy kiss, nearly choking the pretty girl with her thick, long tongue. Krissy moaned and palmed Tonya's small but perky little tits while sucking on the figure skater's tongue. Tonya broke the kiss and stood back, grabbing Krissy's hand and stuffing it down Tonya's shorts, rubbing her fingers in her oily gash. She pulled Krissy's hand out and stuffed the girl's fingers up her own nose. "How's my smell?" Tonya laughed, standing back. Krissy coughed and made a face. "Shit, Tonya, when's the last time you took a shower?" "Hey, I can't help it if I get a little, uh, cheesy on days I do my long workout." "Poor Timmy ... lucky Timmy!" Krissy laughed, walking away from the counter and out the door. "Lock the door, honey..then lock up Timmy!" Tonya smiled and locked the front door, dropping the keys on the desk before walking back to the weight room where I raced back shocked at what I heard, and started struggling with the leg press. I had it set at 100 pounds. Tonya laughed derisively as she walked to me. "Hey, geek, you having some trouble with the leg work, huh?" she said coldly. "You wanna see what these legs can do?" My mouth dropped as Tonya stood before me, violently wobbling one massive hunk of thigh meat, extending her leg out and shaking it side to side before quickly slamming it down hard in a rapid flex move, the huge quad sticking out in bold relief. I quickly dismounted the machine. Tonya slipped to the seat and set the weight to 300 pounds, instantly banging out 20 reps. Her body was a mass of sweaty muscle now, loose strands of blonde hair escaping her ponytail to hang in her face. "I haven't got the patience for foreplay tonight, geeky stud," she growled, getting up and backing me into the wall near the abductor/adductor machine. "Get on your knees and smell my pussy! I fucking LOVE having my pussy smelled, so get sniffing!!" "Tonya ... Miss Harding ... I don't think..I mean ... please ... " I stammered. Tonya sprung into action, slipping into the seat of the weight machine, grabbing me by the ears and ramming me face first into the sweaty maw of her cunt, the only thing separating the moist gash and my nose being a thin layer of panty and sheer fabric of her shorts. Tonya set the machine so the leg holding devices would exert inward pressure, and let it go. Her gigantic thighs closed meatily around my screaming head. Tonya's scissor holds were legendary, as I would learn, and all she needed do was lock down on a victim and it was all over. Added to that was the increased pressure of the machine pushing in on her legs and I thought my head would split along the cranial seams. "PLEASE!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed as Tonya laughed, head back. "Fuck you, geeky stud, now get in there and sniff that cunny," she growled, holding my hair in one hand and glaring down at me. "I worked out all day, it's nice and ripe and cheesy ... smell my pussy or I'll headscissor you into the next fucking lifetime!" To prove her point, she thundered her humungous thighs on my head, putting even more pressure on, until I relented and obeyed, taking an audible sniff of Tonya's reeking pussy. The smell was awful, cheesy and sweaty and fishy and just horrible, and I coughed and gagged from both the smell and relentless crush of the figure skater's gigantic thighs. Tonya giggled and snap-locked her legs harder on me, really cracking my skull and rubbing her pussy harder into my face. I took a deep whiff, gagged, and smelled her cunt again. I'm a young man, not a lot of sexual experience ... ok, none, and this was my first close-up of a woman's pussy. It was not a pleasurable experience. "Atta boy," she said, letting me go and standing up, turning to look at the seat she'd just vacated where a huge wet spot shined from her ass sweat. "Smell that seat ... go on, smell it or back in my headscissors you go!!" I meekly obeyed, putting my face to the shiny leather and then gagging at the smell. Tonya laughed and put a sneakered foot to the back of my head, grinding my face in the slime on the seat. "Suck it up ... put your lips to that goo and suck it up.." I obeyed, licking and sucking Tonya's ass sweat from the exercise machine, gagging on the bitter, salty taste. She finally let me up, and there were tears in my eyes. Never had I been so humiliated and ashamed, and made to feel so much pain.Tonya stood before me and held my sobbing face in her hands, gently. "Awww, Timmy, you OK? Huh, honey? Did I hurt you? Did Tonya's scissorlock terrify you?" she cooed softly, hugging me close, stroking my face, holding it to her heaving tits. "I'm sorry, it's just that with legs like mine it's easy to get carried away, and once I get scissoring ... well, I'm sorry ... you ok now?" She hugged me and quieted me, then slowly raised a thick thigh between my legs, rubbing my cock until it hardened. She cooed again, licking my ear. It felt good, and foreign; no woman had done this to me before. "Timmy, Timmy, naughty Timmy ... you got a Harding hard-on," she laughed. "They all do ... mmmmm, feels nice and big ... let Tonya's hot thighs put a scissors on THAT!" Tonya pulled down my sweats and I gasped as clamped my bobbing cock in the tight grip of her huge thighs. She held my head back and looked into my eyes, which were rolling over white from the pleasure of my prick being milked in the sweaty embrace of the figure skater's thickly muscled gams. "Mmmm, Timmy, fuck my thighs, fuck Tonya's big thighs ... .come for me, baby, put a big, thick, nasty load inside Tonya's ... .scissoring ... .thighs!!!" Tonya started a rapid vibration of her big legs, the meat of her awesome thighs slapping at my trapped prick, chewing at it with a muscular, silky motion. It didn't take long, as I'd never felt anything like it and it sure beat my own handjobs by a mile; I stiffened, screamed in pleasure, my eyes shot open wide and my balls emptied their load inside the suffocating clamp of Tonya's gyrating thigh meat. Shot after shot of my hot man cream coated the thick ropes of Tonya's gripping thigh muscles until I trembled and finally stopped blasting and slumped in the dominant woman's strong arms. She laughed and looked at me. "Hmmm, what a mess you made, young man ... how do you propose cleaning up all that cum?" she said, glaring at me. "Uh, lemme get a towel ... " I said, trying to pull away and fearing the worst. Tonya's legs clamped tighter. "No, no towel. You put it there, you clean it up. WITH YOUR TONGUE!!!" Tonya let me go and in one brutal motion fell to her back on the gym floor and whipped my protesting face into her gigantic thighs. She opened them wide and I saw thick layers of creamy nut brew coating the gigantic, muscular surface and then felt the hot spunk slap my face as Tonya quickly slam-locked her socked calves, my mouth glued to the gruesome goo on her crushing thighs. She was a wild woman, gyrating her hips, snapping her thick thighs all over my face and head, coating me with my own spunk. "Eat it up, slave boy, eat that cum from my big, nasty thighs!!" Tonya growled, holding my hair and directing me as I tried to suck her legs as best I could just to keep breathing. "Clean it all up!!" I gagged and coughed but obeyed my leggy mistress, sucking up every clammy drop of spew until Tonya was satisfied. She let go the scissors only to slither out of her silky shorts. Her thick, sweaty bush was at my face now and the smell of her long day rose to meet me. She smiled down and grabbed my ears, mashing my face into the cheesy maw of her cunt. "Lick 'em clean," she growled, locking up her socked ankles on my back, humping at my face with her dirty pussy. "Lick those lips clean ... eat me out, you little bitch, eat me out good!" I cried and tears ran down my face to mix with the thick juice of Tonya's endlessly gushing cunt as she came over and over into my mouth, her quivering thighs crushing my face, the muscular hole of her pussy pulling at my tongue. When she finally quieted down and let me go, my face was blue from the pressure. "Shit, Timmy, you stayed awake longer than most men - and women - do in my cummy scissorlock!" she said, getting to her hands and knees, presenting her giant, muscular ass to me. "You got some nice tongue action there for a virgin, so get inside my ass and clean THAT out!!" I blindly obeyed, fearing for my life. Tonya spread her hammy asshalves in her hands, her rosebud asshole winking at me. I stuck my tongue out straight and sliced it deep inside Tonya's milking shitchute. She growled with pleasure at the intrusion and let her muscular rump meat go, the thick walls of it slapping and trapping my licking face. For 30 minutes, I was forced to make oral love to Tonya's sweaty ass as she fingered her own spongy gash until she came to her satisfaction and finally unclenched her butt flesh to let me flop back to the floor. She laughed and stood above me. "You've done well, now that I've made you another scissored sex slave," she said, getting dressed and pulling up her socks on those giant calves. "I like to rotate my slaves, so see you here Wednesday night. That gives you a few days to recover. "If I were you," she laughed over her shoulder at me as she walked to the locker room, leaving me sobbing on the floor, "I'd practice by sticking my head between some heavy weights. But I gotta warn you: NOBODY ever gets used to Tonya's terrifying scissors!! So live with it!!"