Pool Fun  
by Under  lyonsr_98@yahoo.com
Guy gets abused by young girl at the pool.



  Rob saw her swimming in her two-piece shiny gray bathing suit and was 
immediately in love.  He just broke up with his last girlfriend who was 
so self-centered that he never had any fun with her.  Plus the fact that 
she was cheating on him didn't help.  This girl though, blew her away.  
She did look a little young, but at his age, who cares.  He was only 
seventeen going into his senior year, and he didn't have too much pride 
to screw a younger girl, especially one as hot as her.  He just watched 
her trying to figure out a good in.  
  It was getting late, about an hour before the pool closed and the kids 
began discussing what game to play.  As the pool became less crowded, 
the kids would usually organize games.  He saw the girl join in, so he 
ran over.  He wasn't the greatest swimmer in the world, but who really 
needs to know how to swim.  You just have to look good laying out by the 
pool, and he looked good.  He was over six feet and had a good build.  
She didn't stand a chance.  
  They chose sharks and minnows, a silly game where one person stays in 
the middle and has to catch the others as they swim by.  He unluckily 
got chosen for the shark and was paddling around clumsily in the middle 
of the pool.  He saw the girl take off from the wall and took off after 
her.  She glided across the water like a ballerina and left him in her 
wake.  He tried for another person and missed and finally had to settle 
for a ten year old fat girl.  He felt like he was in the middle for ten 
hours and had to quit after the first game.  He embarrassedly swam over 
to the shallow end sulking from his poor showing.  The girl would think 
he was an idiot.  
  The game ended as quickly as it started, and he swam back to the deep 
end for one last chance to talk to the girl.  
  "Hey, you're a really good swimmer."  He tried to throw on the charm, 
but she didn't seem interested.  "Are you on a team?"  
  "Yeah."  She paddled out towards the middle of the deep end trying to 
get away from him, but Rob followed her out there.  She was so toned, 
almost muscular with great eyes.  "How old are you?" 
  "Sixteen.  Why, how old are you?"  He lied a little, just enough not 
to scare her.  
  "Thirteen.  Where are all your friends?"  She mocked 
  "They had a softball game to play."  He was really surprised to be 
getting so much attitude from her.  Most girls would love a cool, good 
looking older guy showing an interest in them.  "What's your name."  
  "Joelle.  Here, hold my legs."  She kicked her legs out of the water 
and draped them across his shoulders.  Her lower calves rested on the 
inside of his shoulders by his neck.  "What's yours?" 
  "Rob."  The extra weight was killing him, but he finally thought he 
might be getting somewhere.  He paddled harder to keep his head out of 
the water and was happy she wasn't saying much.  He didn't have the air 
to respond.  Joelle just looked at the twilight sky as relaxed as can 
be.  
  The lifeguard yelled the fifteen minute warning, and there was no way 
Rob could last that long.  He didn't notice Joelle's smile as he fought 
a losing effort to stay afloat, and he also didn't notice her hand 
movements under the surface of the water.  She kept applying a slight 
downward pressure with very graceful strokes which helped increase her 
weight on him.  
  Joelle was so sick of good looking older guys trying to flirt with 
her.  She knew who this guy was and there was no way he was only 
sixteen.  He was always hanging around the pool trying to pick-up girls 
and generally being obnoxious about it.  Any girl who didn't give him 
the time of day, he would belittle or do something mean.  He was also 
the most egotistical guy in the world, and this was killing him.  
  "No."  She responded.  "I'm going into eighth-grade next year, how 
about you?"  
  "A senior."  He blurted out as he finally threw her legs off him and 
began heading towards the shallow end.  She looked around and didn't see 
the lifeguard, so she grabbed the back of his shorts.  
  "Where you going."  She was easily able to drag him back, as he 
struggled to just stay on top of the water.  
  "Let go, I've got to go."  His gasps were short and panicky. 
  "Here let me support you."  She wrapped her long legs around his waist 
and lifted him to the surface of the water.  
  He didn't say thanks, but he held onto her legs like they were his 
life support.  She waited for a moment for him to feel relaxed and then 
dunked him.  His head went under, and he furiously kicked and paddled to 
the surface as she let him slip through her legs, but right before he 
got there she clenched her legs like a vice.  Inches from the surface, 
he clawed at her legs and broke through.  Joelle laughed at his effort 
and pulled him under again.  He again clawed at her, and she let him go. 
  "Having fun yet?"  She laughed as she grabbed his hair and dragged her 
to him.  She might have been only a little over five foot and 110 
pounds, but it didn't matter in the water.  She could throw him around 
like a rag doll.  She dunked him again keeping him helpless and weak.  
She was really enjoying herself and decided to do it.  "Tell me what it 
feels like to die by my hands." 
  "No."  Was all he could say as he went under again.  He had no 
strength left and could not stop this tiny girl from killing him.  Every 
time he tried to attacker her, she just pulled him under water.  Each 
time he freed himself, she would just swim and catch him.  He had never 
felt so completely helpless.  
  Joelle couldn't stop herself.  She was so into the moment that she 
wasn't thinking clearly and drowning this kid seemed appropriate.  She 
had never been a violent person, but when she pushed his head under, she 
was not going to stop.  Joelle grabbed him by the hair after she pushed 
him under and swam to the bottom of the pool bringing him down head 
first.  He was so completely confused by the new direction that he put 
up no fight at all.  She pulled him straight to the bottom and watched 
him as he sucked in water.  She held her breath completely in awe and 
then woke up when she saw his motionless body.  She dragged him to the 
shallow end and gave him mouth to mouth. 
  When he began coughing up the water, she let go and quickly swam away.  
By the time he actually became aware again, Joelle was gone.  He 
stumbled from the water trying to determine exactly what happened and 
could only think about killing Joelle.  How dare she treat him like 
that.  She was going to be one sorry little girl when he saw her on 
land.  
  Joelle rushed out of the pool in a hurry never looking back.  She ran 
into the shower room and skipped her normal shower scared that Rob might 
run after her.  She quickly threw on her shorts and tee shirt and began 
running to her bike, but she stopped.  She turned around and looked at 
the entrance to the pool.  Why should she be scared.  He was the biggest 
pussy she had ever met.  She walked back into the shower room, took off 
her clothes and began showering as calm as could be.  
  When she finished, she dried off and changed into her shorts and shirt 
and walked out of the pool house.  She saw Rob waiting for her over by 
her bike.  
  "Hi Rob, want to go for a swim?"  She acted confident but the sight of 
him made her a little nervous.  She knew she could take him under the 
right circumstances, and that meant he had to be scared and intimidated 
of her.  She had to make him feel like the little helpless girl.  "I 
didn't mean to be so rough on you, but I didn't realize you were so 
weak." 
  "There's no water out here, bitch.  I'm gonna kill you."  He walked 
towards her in rage, but she could tell he was a bit nervous.  
  "You want to do this inside, so no one will interfere."  She motioned 
towards the girls locker room, and he was startled by her self-
confidence.  Why wasn't this girl scared of him.  She beat him in the 
water, but she wasn't stronger than him.  She was only a better swimmer.  
He hesitantly followed her into the locker room looking at her legs.  
They were defined with muscle and were beautiful to look at.  Her white 
satin shorts had blue stripe around the leg, and they hung loosely over 
her firm ass.  He could see her panties through the white shorts and had 
to control his erection.  
  In the open area of the locker room, Joelle turned around and looked 
at the older boy.  She just looked at him wondering if she had a chance.  
He was a big guy and her only advantage was the water.  She wanted to 
run away, but she could not give up the chance to kick his ass and teach 
him a lesson which he didn't learn the first time. 
  "I really thought you would have learned that you can't handle me.  
This time, I'm going to have to leave you dead."  She mocked him 
displaying nothing but confidence.  He rushed at her wildly trying to 
punish her for what she did.  He tried to grab her with open arms, but 
she ducked under them avoiding his attack and kicked him in the rear.  
He ran into the bench and tripped over it crashing into the lockers.  He 
quickly got up more embarrassed than hurt.  "You're just a dump bull 
running around like an idiot." 
  He screamed as he charged her in complete frustration.  This time he 
would not miss.  Joelle lifted her foot up and kicked him in the chin.  
The force of his tackle went right through her kick, and they both ended 
up on the ground.  Rob ended up sprawled out over Joelle.  His head was 
on her crotch, and he was motionless from the kick.  Joelle quickly 
wrapped her legs around his neck as Rob came to.  She squeezed her legs 
together crushing his neck, and he again found himself losing to this 
girl.  He grabbed at her legs to pry them apart and tried to wrench his 
head free.  His neck was already sore from the ordeal, but he could not 
let this girl win.  He finally pulled his head free and pushed her away.  
  Joelle had never felt better.  She rolled up to her feet and went on 
the offensive.  He was in no shape to fight her; he was only stronger.  
He was still on his knees when she drove her shoulder into his neck 
tackling him to the floor.  He slid across the floor from the blow, and 
Joelle rode on top of him.  She jammed her knee into his groin and 
followed the shot with her fists to his stomach.  The young girl's 
punches had little effect on the bigger guy, but she was wearing him 
down.  
  Rob threw her off him like a rag doll but was too exhausted to follow 
up the attack.  He tried to get to his feet before she came back, but he 
couldn't get off his knees before she was on him.  His back was to her, 
and she jumped on his shoulders wrapping her legs around his neck.  The 
weight of the blow caused him to fall to his hands, but Joelle just 
stood up to prevent from crashing to the floor.  She locked her legs at 
her ankles and rolled over to the side.  Her hold on his neck caused his 
whole body to contort, and she dropped to the ground forcing him to his 
back.  Joelle quickly slid her legs up his chest and wrapped one leg 
around his neck and used the other leg to increase the pressure.  It was 
worse than any hold a guy had ever put on him, and he almost instantly 
passed out.  He pried feebly at her legs but could offer no resistance 
to her strong legs.  He kicked his feet in helplessness and pounded on 
her thighs.  
  Joelle wanted to break his neck just like she wanted to drown him 
before, but there would be no bringing him back.  She kept up the same 
pressure on his neck and knew he would soon pass out if she did not let 
up.  She thought about how good it felt to control him and how good it 
felt to dominate him and then squeezed harder.  He instantly passed out.  
  Joelle dragged his limp body and pushed him underneath the bench.  She 
sat down on the bench and lifted his head between her legs with him 
facing her.  Her thighs held his head securely but lightly, and she 
began slapping him until he woke up.  His eyes opened looking into her 
evil grin and instantly panicked.  Her legs clamped shut when she felt 
the struggle and just smiled at her helpless prisoner. 
  "Where do you think you're going?"  She laughed as she flexed her 
legs.  His hand pulled at her legs, but he was too weak to do anything 
to stop her.  "Get your hands off me legs." 
   His escape wasn't working, but he couldn't give up.  He continued to 
pry at her knees ignoring her demand to stop.  
  "Get your damn hands off my legs!"  She screamed with fury.  He was so 
frightened as her legs crushed his skull even harder that he dropped his 
hands to the floor hoping she would stop the pain.  She immediately 
lightened her grip and relaxed her tone.  "Good.  Now take off your 
shorts and spank off." 
  He didn't move quick enough for her, and she slammed her legs together 
crushing his head like never before.  He instinctively grabbed at her 
legs, and she poured on more pressure.  
  "Let go of my legs you bitch."  She screamed at him, and again he 
dropped his hands from her deadly legs.  "Now, do what you're told.  
Spank off right now."  
  He looked into her eyes pleadingly, but she slowly increased the 
tension on his head.  He stopped himself from grabbing her legs and 
slowly pulled down his pants.  She smiled at his submissiveness and 
waited for him to completely degrade himself.  She looked back at his 
dick as he began his humiliating task and got excited by his compliance 
to her.  Her legs constricted with her excitement, but he did not stop.  
With each thrust of his member, her legs grew closer and closer 
together.  
  He finally had to stop because of the pressure, but he could not get 
himself to touch her legs.  He was so confused that he didn't know what 
to do.  Her legs grew to tight for him to bear, and the only relief was 
to stroke himself.  He began again and the pressure subsided slightly, 
but it did not last.  He stopped again but had to instantly start again 
when she noticed.  As he came closer and closer to orgasm, her legs grew 
tighter and tighter around his head.  He was too scared to stop and too 
scared not to.  He began bawling as the pain became unbearable, but he 
could not stop, because the pain would just get worse.  He tried to beg 
her, but she only squeezed his head harder.  
  Joelle loved to watch his tears.  His complete disorientation of what 
to do excited her to no end.  Her legs seemed to only get stronger as 
his confusion grew.  She watched him completely helpless to her and too 
scared to do anything about it.  She actually orgasmed as he did and 
didn't even notice him as he passed out.