Dead In The Water
By Meliadus
A teenage gymnast drowns a frail old man.

I could not believe it actually was going to happen. Could she actually do
what she had promised, what she had teased me about for weeks? My heart raced
at the thought of it. 

Driving to the hospital I remembered the cute, yet very serious way she
brought it up. How she said it had been her long time deep fantasy to feel it
happen. To make it happen. We were all alone that day in her small apartment.
Traci was sitting on the couch with me rubbing oil into her tan legs just
after a bath. She was wearing nothing but her white panties and white
sportsbra. She asked me to help her put oil on her legs and feet. As I was
rubbing the lotion on her solid, tan, oversized calves she pointed her perfect
toes and placed them firmly on my chest. It always made me nervous when she
started getting frisky like this, she was much more athletic, much stronger
than me. It was our little secret. She was there with her toes pointed
pressing against my chest. She looked me right in the eye and said directly
"You know I am able to kill a man if I want to, don't you?" I thought my heart
was going to stop! Then she lifted her powerful, small, perfect tan foot to my
face and said "Kiss my toes honey, very gently, kiss them while I tell you
something that is very important to me". I touched my gymnasts feet with my
lips and she smiled and made that little moan of satisfaction she does so
well.

As I ran my hands up and down her muscular leg and kissed the tip of her toes
and the bottom of her feet she explained in exacting detail what she was going
to do. Traci has never been normal. She has always been real emphatic about
certain things. Her strength, her lifelong gymnastics, her weight training,
and proving to me, when we were all alone that she was far superior to my
physically. She was eighteen, and I was sixteen years older than she. It was
not a normal relationship. Most of the time I felt I had to be the luckiest
man on the planet. Other times I would be so humiliated and beaten as she
stood over me, taunting me after proving once again that she could take my
life any time she felt the need to do so.

I pulled into the hospital lot and parked right where she told me to. She was
a part time physical therapist at the hospital. She worked with elderly men
who were recovering from trauma and accidents. Sometimes it almost seemed
Traci had a good side to her, but in reality she did not. Every action she
took, including getting the job at the hospital had other motives.

I walked directly to the room number she told me to, and as instructed,
entered the room and sat in the arm chair off to the back corner. It was a
small room with an odd tub or pool or some such structure which held water.
After looking at it for a moment I saw that it was actually a fancy medical
version of a whirlpool bath. It had comfy looking chairs bolted inside of it
where old geezers obviously planted there dumpy butts to soak away their
pains. The room was dark except for some heat lamps in the ceiling focusing
their rays of light and warmth into the crystal clear pool of water.

I heard a shuffle sound at the door. As instructed I had pulled a curtain
across infront of me and my chair. There were some perfect holes intentionally
cut into this curtain right at my eye level. I saw her! Wow did she look
magnificent! She was wearing the a white cotton robe cut very short, under I
assumed was a bathing suit. Her meaty golden brown legs contrasted so nicely
against the white robe. With each step she took the rips in her legs appeared,
grew, then retracted back. She was short, of course being a gymnast. With
broad powerful shoulders and big cut arms. In normal clothes she looked chunky
if you can believe that. But once you could see her body you realized that she
was simply packed with power. There was no fat on her. Even her breasts looked
muscular. Her body was a real head turner, not weird looking, just powerful. 

She was helping some tall old man take off his robe. He was as old as dust and
had no physique at all. Loose skin hung down all over. After helping him out
of his robe she turned and faced the curtain I was behind. She had that look
again. Oh my god, she really was going to do it! She knew I was right behind
the curtain. She knew I was touching myself and she loved the thought of it.

Traci helped the crusty washed up old fart into the water. He sat on a bench
or high point which brought the water up to about the bottom of his chest
while sitting. Not too deep. Traci let her robe fall to the ground. She was
magnificent. Her gymnastics trained thighs were thick and hard, her washboard
tummy was evident right through the tight white leotard. She was so young, yet
so full of strength and ability. She stepped into the water and knelt beside
the old bastard. Kneeling like this caused most of her muscular round ass to
stick up out of the water. I wanted to touch her so badly. Leaning over him
she began rubbing his shoulders, and the front of his chest, way high by his
neck. He was looking at her, wondering what she would be like in the sack I
bet. She looked like she could rip this guy apart, literally, with her bare
hands. 

The rubbing started to get harder, I could see her hands moving large sections
of old loose ugly skin. Her forearms started to get a vascular pump. I noticed
the look in her eyes change now, she was breathing heavy. The old Man began to
wonder what was going on. My heart was racing out of control, she was within
seconds of actually doing it!

She looked at the old man and smiled. "Am I hurting you?" She asked in a weird
tone. Before he could answer she flexed her right arm and bicep real hard,
right infront of his toothless face. He saw the bulge of her baseball sized
rock solid yet feminine bicep. Then she flexed the other arm. She looked so
powerful. She gently lifted her right knee up and put it on the old mans
sunken chest. He started to get scared. She was kneeling on her left knee, her
right knee on his chest, her tan powerful leg was a sharp contrast to his pale
old pock marked skin. His head was just out of the water, he was in a
reclining position, almost laying down on his back.

The next scene is one that will live in my memory for as long as I am alive.
Traci leaned over this old man, got kind of slightly behind him and wrapped
her powerful arm around his pencil neck. The look of confusion and fear on the
old mans face was wonderful. But that look was nothing compared to his next
expression. Traci called me out from behind the curtain. Lifted her powerful
foot up in to the air and over the edge of the tub. What a picture. My 17 year
old powerful gymnast tan girlfriend with this old piece of shit in a hard
headlock, his face inches out of the water. Her toes pointed hard, perfect
form, right at me. The man was struggling as hard as he could, but going
nowhere. She had an iron lock on his neck and her left hand was palm down
right on top of his balding grey head, ready to thrust downward. "Remember our
deal my love, kiss my toes, for as long as you are kissing my feet he will be
under water. You stop, he comes up."

The mans old terror filled eyes met mine. We stared at each other for a long
second. I took her foot in my left hand and lifted her pointed toes slightly
to my mouth. Then I kissed her tan powerful foot. She was looking me directly
in my eyes. I saw a snarl come across her face as her body rose up, while
thrusting this old grey head down under the waterline. He managed to get a
little air in his worthless lungs before he went under. He was trying to pull
at Traci's powerful arm around his neck. Her foot remained right in my face
while I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip of her pointed toes. The
action picked up a little as the relic was no longer able to hold his breath.
I could see his eyes wide with terror under the water, looking at me for help.
I was not about to stop kissing Traci's feet, they were far too addictive. 

His mouth opened and he attempted to breath, only water rushed into the
opening. His body hit a state of full panic, thrusting and flipping around,
struggling to get a few inches up and out of the water where there was air.
Traci's seventeen year old body was actually working now. Her face was brutal
and hungry. She grunted as she struggled to hold the old fucks head down. All
the while maintaining perfect form, with her size six foot touching my face
and lips. The panic got worse, her forearm was bleeding where his old crusty
nails were gouging at it. His legs were kicking in all directions. Her
powerful young body did not give into his struggle. Traci looked a bit
surprised at how hard he fought. It was such a beautiful sight. Two body's in
a live or die struggle, with the teenage girl obviously winning. The man was
clawing, lashing out as hard as he could at Traci. His eyes were huge with
terror as his lungs fought to repel the water rushing in them. Traci's
muscular back flexed and bulged with exertion as she continued to push down on
the old mans head. I looked at Traci in disbelief. Her full soft young lips
pursed together in a snarl of exertion and pleasure, her tight tan muscular
body now straddling the ancient weakling, being tossed up and about as he
wriggled and contorted in a vain attempt to get out from her grasp. The old
man was having his last extreme surge of panic now, he grabbed hold of a
railing and was trying with all his might to hoist his drowning upper body out
of the water. Traci looked me right in the eye biting her lower lip from a
mixture of effort and arousal. A confident smirk came across her face and with
all the power in her body she thrust her body down. The mans grip on the
railing broke and he slipped far beneath the water, the back of his head
pressed hard against the floor of the pool. Traci stared me right in the eye
as she forcefully held the man down. His old retchy hand clutched at her
bulging bicep, his entire body drew tight like a rubber band stretched to it's
limit, then collapsed and went limp. His eyes still wide with terror, but dead
now.

Traci released the dead limp old piece of garbage and stood up. Her well
muscled tan gymnasts body shimmering as the water cascaded over her powerful
curves. "Did you come yet?" She asked with a tough sounding compassion as she
stared me right in the eyes. Seeing that I had not she told me to approach
her. She bent over and grabbed the dead old floating geezer by his neck and
hoisted him up onto the edge of the pool. He was on his stomach. She mounted
him from behind and manipulated him into a full nelson. Traci locked her
fingers together and prepared to bear down on his brittle old neck. "This will
make it look like he slipped and fell, became paralyzed then drowned." She
said. "When you hear the snap, you will cum. If you do not, then you will be
next my love." She said very seriously. With that she Grunted and bore down
hard on the dead mans neck. Re set her grip and bore down harder. I felt the
orgasm approaching like a freight train. Then his neck did give way with a
loud crack. At that moment I came so hard I almost passed out.

Traci helped me up and led me home to make love to me. And to talk about what
she had done. 


If you would like to see Traci deal with anyone in your life who you do not
like drop me a line.