Leg Scissored by his Busty Best Friend
Sunblind



Lisa placed the tray on to the coffee table and straightened up to her full
height of five foot four. Placing her hands on the small of her back she
thrust out her sweatshirt-covered tits and pouted, "Do you know that I'm
actually getting bigger? Have you ever heard of that ... a twenty-seven year
old woman ... fully-grown ... just gaining a cup size ... one day I'm a D-cup
and I wake up the next morning a DD?"

"Must be tough," I smiled. "But, I must say, it looks pretty good from here."

She smiled and poured the coffee.

Lisa and I were the best of friends. We had been since college; when we met as
partners in a freshman orientation session. That first day, I had practically
run over one of my fellow freshman to partner in an ice-breaker exercise with
the dirty-blond with the big boobs. Funny thing is, we had never dated ... and
certainly never hooked up. But our friendship was real and in the five years
since college it had grown deeper as we'd matured.

Though, as young professionals trying to build careers, we had begun to talk
about the fact that we were starting to lose everyday touch. When we had
realized, earlier in the week, that we were both free this weekend, we made a
"date" to catch up.

Having just returned to Lisa's town house following dinner and a movie, I was
quite relaxed and looking forward to even more chat. We were both dressed
casually in jeans and sweatshirts as we lounged on her large sectional couch.

"Well, I thought there were some parts that were pretty dumb ... like there's
no way that when she was holding him in the leg scissors that he wouldn't have
been able to break out."

The movie, which was a piece of mindless trash, had had a scene where, during
a robbery, a female security guard had gotten tangled up with one of the
perpetrators. They had fallen head over heels down a flight of stairs and
landed in a heap with her legs wrapped around his midsection. Recovering her
senses, she had held him in cross-body leg scissors for a few minutes until
the real police had shown up.

"I don't know ... I've always wondered about that ... " and here her voice
took on an attitude of mock wistfulness ...

"So you're saying that you think you could hold a guy like that ... "

"Yeah...," she paused and thought a moment, "I bet I could ... "

I shrugged. "No way ... and, besides, even if you could, what would you do
with him once you had him?"

Lisa snorted. "I can't tell you how many times I've been laying there on my
back with some guy just thrashing around down there ... that I've thought to
myself ... I'm sending this guy every signal there is about what works and
what doesn't and he's just not getting it ... maybe if I just snap my legs
closed and give him a good shake, he'll start paying more attention."

We both laughed. That was the great thing about our relationship. She was all
woman, but that didn't keep her from being a great guy.

We talked for about another hour and then I rose to go. We walked our coffee
cups to the kitchen, and I headed to the door.

At the door, we kissed (chastely) goodnight. As I put my hand on the door
knob, Lisa put her hand on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes.

"Listen ... before you go ... " and here she smiled shyly and looked at the
floor. "I was wondering ... I'd like to test my theory."

I looked at her genuinely puzzled because: (1) I had no idea about what she
was talking; and (2) her body language was clearly communicating
embarrassment.

"About holding a guy in place ... with my legs ... "

I smiled. "So after all these years you want me between your legs."

She laughed. "Well ... I do have a proposal ... "

I waited. She wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder. Her
tits felt great against my chest.

"Look ... what it comes down to is ... I'm actually in a bit of a drought.
It's been like three months since I've had a hard dick in my mouth and
probably six since I've had a good licking ... I'm going crazy ... so ...
here's what I want to do ... I'll bet you I can make you say 'uncle' in less
than five minutes ... if you last the whole five without giving up, I'll play
with your dick, I'll let you put your dick between my tits and I'll suck on it
until you cum ... If I win and you give up ... you have to go down on me until
I cum ... "

I stepped back and looked her in the eyes ... I smiled and we both laughed.

"All right ... be it far from me to turn my back on a chance to put my dick
between your tits."

Five minutes later, I was standing in the middle of her spare (empty) bedroom,
in just my boxers. Lisa had stripped to her underwear (a bra and thong panties
in white cotton) and was lying on her back on the floor.

I carefully crawled up between her legs and lay down on top of her. Because of
our height disparity, my head was exactly even with her chest, and we had an
awkward moment, which ended when she simply said, "Go ahead," and I laid my
head down on her big double D's.

She wrapped her legs around my middle. I arched my back so that we could make
eye contact. "I can't wait for you to suck my dick."

"Don't be so sure about who's going to suck on whom," she smiled, "Now I don't
really want to hurt you, but now that I have you here ... " And she gave me a
jolt ... just for about five seconds.

The look on my face must have been priceless. Lisa grinned ... then she
stopped grinning and, looking me in the eyes simply said, "Uh oh ... Looks
like trouble ... "

I scrambled to try to escape ... if that was just a quick jolt, there was no
way I was going to last. I began to flail ... to panic.

Another jolt. I calmed my movements.

"You know, it's not really fair for you to try to escape yet ... I haven't
really started the clock ... I'm just going to hold you here for a bit ... "
And she hiked her legs up so they were at a right angle to her upper body. I
was lifted up off of her and now hung suspended about four inches above her.
Our eyes locked and she interlaced her fingers and put her hands behind her
head. "I could probably hold you here all day ... but ... well, you were a
little arrogant about me not being able to do this so ... "

In less than ten seconds the pain was indescribable. Her legs were simply
crushing me. I was helpless. I choked out my surrender in less than thirty
seconds.

The second I surrendered, she let up. She did not, however, release me from
the hold. I remained suspended above her, trapped helplessly in her scissors.
Reaching up she stroked my cheek and smiled at me. "That wasn't much of an
effort on your part," she mock scolded.

"Not much of an effort? ... let me out ... it was a great effort ... that hurt
like hell ... you're much stronger than you look ... let me out ... Lisa? ...
let me out."

We smiled at one another.

I looked down at her, slightly exasperated. I wilted a bit in her leg-
embrace, resigned. Rolling my eyes, I intoned with feigned boredom, "All
right. Do you want to lie on your back or do you want to sit on my face?"

Suddenly I was sliding down her body as if on a conveyor belt. She was
fluttering her legs and the friction was causing me to slide down towards her
feet. I thought she was moving me down to her pussy, so I moved my arms inside
her legs. She stopped my downward slide as my face came to rest against the
white cotton of her thong. I was about to ask if she expected me to lick her
through her panties when I heard her mutter, "Good night, sweetheart."

And she squeezed. I thrashed and bucked, but I was as good as dead. She had my
neck so tight and my face was buried so deep into her snatch that I never had
a chance. I pawed at her thighs for about ten seconds. At one minute, she had
squeezed all of the fight out of me and before two minutes had passed, I was
deeply unconscious.

When I awoke, I was still in the spare bedroom. The first thing I noticed was
that my boxers had been removed and that all of my clothes were gone. I also
couldn't help but notice that my hands were tied behind my back and that my
ankles were bound together by what felt like pantyhose.

Lisa was in the doorway. Her big tits were still encased in the white cotton
bra, but her panties had been removed. She came back into the room and kneeled
by my side.

I managed to mumble, "Why did you do that ... I gave up ... why did you hurt
me more?" I wasn't angry ... Lisa was my best friend ... I just wanted her to
explain.

"I'm sorry, baby," she clucked, although her eyes told me she was penitent. "I
just got carried away. Next time, I'll be more careful." She stroked my cheek
for a minute.

"You hurt me ... a lot."

Neither of us said anything.

Then I smiled.

"And," I said wryly, "Don't think I haven't noticed that I'm all tied up." I
paused. "And what ... " and here I was full-on mocking, " ... oh my Mistress
do you intend to do with your captured prey?"

Then she smiled ... and said, "Thanks for being a good sport." And she ducked
her head between my legs and took me into her mouth. She sucked hard for about
thirty seconds and then pulled her head up and let my penis slide slowly out
of her mouth.

Throwing one leg over me, she sat her pussy right down onto my face ... and I
pulled out all of the stops. She had her first orgasm in less than two
minutes, and in twenty minutes of face-sitting she came at least four times.

When she was satisfied she rolled to the floor next to me, and noticing my
rock hard erection smiled and laid her hand on top of my penis. "That was
awesome, sweetie ... thanks." She played with my chest hair. "You know, baby,
feeling you go out like that ... under my control ... I sort of liked it."

I decided silence was the best policy ... especially since she had made no
move to untie my hands.

Lisa sat up and quickly removed her big white bra. As she leaned on my prone
figure, her large milky-white breasts settled on my chest, and she again
looked me in the eyes. "You know," she said, her tone dripping with irony, as
her hand closed firmly around my balls, "Playing with your best friend is kind
of cool ... I should have done this a long time ago ... we may have to do this
more often."

I smiled at her, nervously.

"I'll tell you what," she smiled doing her best carnival barker imitation,
"Since our first wager worked out so well ... for me ... here's what I'm gonna
do ... I'm going to give you a nice hand job now ... if you can hold out for
five minutes, I'll untie you and you can go home with blue balls ... if,
however, you cum in less than five minutes ... you're going right back between
my legs.

All it took was about ten strokes. I exploded in wave after wave of orgasm. It
took nearly a full minute for body to stop quivering. As soon as I was still,
though, Lisa slipped her legs around my waist.

After just two minutes, as the squeezing crossed over from screaming pain to
pleading for mercy, and I began to slip into pain-induced semi- consciousness,
Lisa quickly let up, grabbed my head and planted a hard kiss right on my lips.
She then looked into my eyes and said, "Yep ... we're definitely going to have
to do this more often."