NAOMI, THE SCHOOLGIRL SCISSOR SPECIALIST Those fucking kids, I grumbled to myself, listening to the squeals and giggles of teen and pre-teen children in the yard next to mine. They were playing baseball, as they did every day after school, and every day it drove me fucking nuts. I work out of my house, I m self-employed and live alone, and like my privacy and quiet. But at 3 p.m. each day until their annoying mothers call their annoying kids home for dinner, the little shits bug me no end, especially when they smack a ball into my yard and climb the fence to get it. Like today, only worse. Today, they smacked a ball over the fence and it smashed the storm window glass on my back door. Storming outside, I confronted them and they all ran off excect for Naomi. The 15-year-old dark-haired Asian girl had a round face, medium-length black hair and a rather chunky body stuffed into her schoolgirl clothes she wore every day to play ball, leading me to believe the kid never showered. I mean, she had the same fucking clothes on every day. Naomi stood on tiptoes looking over the fence and right at me as I stormed out the broken door holding the ball. She smiled like nothing happened. You give me ball, OK? she said, holding out a hand. Are you fucked or what, you little gook? I roared, totally pissed off. You busted my goddam window!! Oh, I sorry about that, sometime I hit ball too far, I too strong for the boys sometimes, she sighed, easily hoisting herself up and over my fence and walking up to me. The chunky teen wore a white blouse, untucked, a shortish black schoolgirl skirt and mid-calf white socks, drooping down toward her black penny loafers. Her legs were big, thick and hard as she strode toward me. Standing before me now, she only came up to my chest as I held the ball aloft. She giggled and looked at me. You give me ball, I go now, get kids back, we play, she said, holding her hand out. They all run, they scared of you. Naomi no scared of you. Well you should be, you fucking little cunt, I growled down at her, holding the ball in front of her nose and then snatching it away, holding it behind my back. You ain't getting SHIT from me except a whack on your fat, chink ass if you don t haul it back over that fence and outta here!! Naomi giggled, she always giggled, the giggle drove me nuts even as she somehow very quickly slipped behind me and racked my arm all the way up my back in a blindingly painful hammerlock. She stood on tiptoes, twisting my arm up between my shoulderblades, wrapping her other arm around me neck and bulldogging me to my knees. She knelt behind me now and really worked my arm giggling the whole time until I dropped the ball and it rolled around before me. She giggled louder. Oh, goodie, you give Naomi my ball, I go now, she laughed, walking before me and bending over to pick it up. I rubbed feeling back into my arm as she bent over, totally not caring that her creamy white ass was bared just inches from my face, barely covered by her little white cotton panties. Gimme that ball, you cunt! I yelled, reaching between her legs with my arm to latch onto her hand that held the ball. Her legs were like a mousetrap, instantly snapping shut on my arm and the inner thigh muscles slicing into my bicep, cutting off the blood to my hand, almost immediately putting my hand to sleep. I let go of her hand and she stood up giggling my arm pinched in her legs, the side of my face right up against her ass. She hiked up her skirt and draped it over the back of my head. OK, you learn lesson now, you kiss Naomi's ass, Mister, you go on, you kiss my ass! she growled, pulling her panties aside even more to bare more of that meaty butt. F'fuck you! I shot back, trying to turn my head away. She laughed and reached back with one hand to grab my hair and rudely twist my head to face her ass into which she rudely rammed my face. The inside of her teen-girl Asian ass was warm and musky, smelling the smell of sitting all day in school and now playing ball on a warm fall afternoon. She pulled me in deeper and let go, the amazing muscles in what I thought was a fat ass holding me tight inside her hard rump. I screamed and my screams were lost in the muffocating clamp of her amazing ass. She pulled aside her panties and my nose immediately skewered her hairless, teeny asshole. She hissed loudly. Oh, yeah, you SMELL Naomi's ass now, your nose is in there, you smell me !!! I had to obey as I could only breathe through the aromatic filter of Naomi's gripping, gritty shitchute. For five minutes the little bitch held me frozen inside her ass, my dead arm still a prisoner of her legs. I couldn t see a thing, my eyes were flush against her big-little ass, but I could hear the other kids giggling, standing at my fence, watching me get punished by a 15-year-old school girl. Yeah, Naomi, you go girl! Fart! Fart in his face!! Use your legs on his head the way you do Mr. Johnson, the gym teacher!! Naomi giggled then farted, blowing me out of her ass. I sat on the grass, rubbing my nose and eyes and focused on the teen girl before me who was standing there and laughing. She walked toward me, then sat behind me on the steps of my deck. You feel Naomi's legs now, Mister, what they can do to you and maybe then you don't yell at us no more! Calmly, the lithe-legged teen sat down and engulfed my head in her amazingly hard, huge thighs, locking her socked calves before my eyes and thundering my scissored head in the quivering girth of her big gams. I screamed in pain as Naomi locked up tight, doubling the size of those amazing thighs as she squeezed, sending the thick ropes of her muscular inner thighs on a brutal squeezing mission, the coils of them tearing into my temples and making me scream my submission. IGIVEIGIVEIGIVE!!!! I roared quickly, hoping she d stop even though she'd been squeezing only a scant five seconds. Oh, you big baby, Mister, you know that? Naomi laughed, continuing to squeeze and adding as another torture, a series of nasty slaps to my exposed skull and face, stinging me with her fingertips and palms. The girl was beating me senseless in her legs and with her hands. Suddenly the pain doubled Naomi had slid me down her thighs to the twin tubes or iron that were her calves. Her socks scraped my neck and jaw raw as she held my head by the hair and brutally jackknifed her big legs up and down, throbbing those calves on me and scratching me in her school girl socks. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! she growled, rifling her legs up and down. Naomi's big legs REALLY hurt you now!!! And they were, for five full minutes, the tireless little girl brutalized my neck and jawbones in her crushing, pumping and never-ending calves. When she finally stopped and let go, she was a sweaty mess, thick rivulets of salty water running down her legs and stinging my eyes. She stood up, panting. The kids at the fence clapped wildly, and she bowed before tossing the ball back to them. They ran off to resume their game. OK, one more lesson, then I go play ball, Naomi said, turning to me as I lay against the deck stairs, barely conscious, my neck, jaw and head throbbing from the leglocks I just endured. Naomi slipped off her shoes and sat behind me, perching both her smelly socked feet on my face, the thick balls of her calves bulging above them. I put my hands on them, trembling, and felt fleshy steel in my fingers. Smell those feet! she giggled, wiggling her socked feet in my face until I took a huge whiff, gagging on the smell. You&stink&feet&smell& I babbled. Oh, then you clean me, OK! Naomi slipped both socks off and rammed them both, toes first, into my mouth. I had to lick, suck, chew and just thoroughly clean the grimy, sweaty toes of my thick-legged tormentress just to breathe. I sucked air through my nose, but Naomi quickly plugged my nostrils up by ramming her sweaty socks into each one. For five minutes, I devoured the sweaty, smell teen s aromatic feet until they were completely cleaned. She pulled her feet out with a plop. Here, you put socks back on Naomi s legs, you pull em up to my calves, she said matter-of-factly. Go on, you do. I knelt before her, ashamed, broken and supplicant. I pulled her shoes and socks on, tied them up, slowly pulled up her socks on those calves and sat back, head bowed. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs, showing me her panties and curling a finger at me, a sadistic smile on her round face. Put your face right here, right in Naomi's hot spot , baby, you please me now she cooed. I laid on my belly and wedged my face into her panty-covered cunt, and the mousetrap thighs snapped shut on my years. Instantly Naomi went into a snapping, thrashing motion, her big-girl thighs flubbering and quivering on my head, totally devouring my skull, my face and nose mashed into the musky depths of her pussy through her cotton panties, which were now soaked with her teen juices. In five minutes of thigh-throbbing headscissors, the little girl came at least a dozen times until her panties were soaked, and it leeched completely through the cloth and onto my face, coating my lips, nose and cheeks in her sweaty cunny liquid. With a violent, thundering series of hip snaps, Naomi scissored me out cold. When I came to, my head throbbed, my neck ached, the smell on my face and up my nose was awful. As the sun was setting, I heard the distant call of mothers calling their children home. I slowly walked up my deck stairs when a baseball sailed by my ear and crashed against the house. I turned to see Naomi smiling, giggling and leaping over my fence. My mother s not home from work yet, Mister, the thick-thighed teen said, walking toward me. Mind if I stay with you awhile?