Sandy By OldDave A young girl reduces an older boy to tears The following story is based on actual experience. I have taken a series of short encounters and stitched them together into a single encounter, with some embellishments for my, and the readers, enjoyment. Hope you enjoy the story. Please post any comments, criticisms or questions to the author’s message board. --OldDave I was working in the yard next to Sandy’s house and she was sitting on her lawn watching me pull weeds. Sandy was a 12 year old sixth grader, an early developing attractive blue eyed blond about 5’ 1” and 110 lbs., with a small, sturdy body. She had narrow shoulders and a nice firm little butt flowing into short, shapely legs, which I knew from earlier experience, were very strong. Her calves were proportionately large, not cut or anything like that, but with well-developed muscles. Her short, firm arms had hard little biceps, solid forearms and small hands which looked fairly weak but weren’t. Overall a normal preteen, a small girl who was not particularly athletic but not soft either, a typical girl next door. I had an earlier experience with her when I was just turning 13 and her family had moved in across the street. They didn't interest me much as there were just two girls, the oldest about 9 or 10 and the youngest about 5. My 6-year-old sister was thrilled to have someone her age to play with so they were around a lot. One day I was in my room reading when all three of them came in to bug big brother. One thing let to another and before I knew it I was face down on the bed with this little (4’10' 85 lbs.) 9 year old girl on my back with a full nelson on me. I was about 5'4" and 110 lbs. but couldn't get out till she released me. She taunted me about how weak I was and said she could get out if I had the hold on her. I couldn't believe she could so she laid face down and I lay on top of this little girl and put my arms under her shoulders, locking my hands behind her neck. Her little butt was pushed against my crouch and she took her legs, which were quite well developed for her size and age, and very strong, as I was to find out, and wrapped them around mine in a reverse grapevine. She spread her legs and two things happen: the pain came and then I did. It was my first orgasm and it was wonderful but I was confused by my emotions. I liked the orgasm and wrestling with Sandy and the feel of her firm little body, but was embarrassed to be subdued by such a little girl so I stayed away from her for quite some time. As I pulled weeds Sandy brought up our earlier encounter and bragged that she could still beat me. I was about 15 at this time and a sophomore in high school, a skinny 5’ 7” and 130 lbs. While not all that strong, in fact I had been out wrestled by some neighbor girls my own age, I felt that I should be able to take this little sixth grader. After all I was in high school and she was just a little kid, a girl, and just because she had gotten lucky a couple of years ago I shouldn’t have any problems now. Besides, I really wanted to put “little big- mouth” in her place. I looked forward to pinning her and making her submit. In addition, ever since my first encounter with Sandy, I had been turned on by wresting with, and even loosing to, girls, so the idea of going up against that sexy little body excited me. I told her that I’d be glad to make her say uncle any time. Her mom and younger sisters were gone so she asked, “how about now?” I put my hoe down and we went into her house. I was in jeans and a T-shirt and went into the bathroom to wash up while she moved the coffee table in the front room out of the way. Sandy was wearing tight white shorts and a gray checked sleeveless blouse that showed her firm arms and legs to the fullest extent as well as her nice butt and budding breasts. With her hair tied back in a ponytail she was a sexy little girl, cocky and sure of herself. I had a stirring in my loins looking at Sandy sitting there with her legs crossed and her left knee pushing her right calf up, accentuating her considerable muscle. On seeing her legs it occurred to me that that this might not be so easy. While I was about 6 inches taller I didn’t outweigh her by that much and, looking at her legs, it was clear that a good portion of her weight was muscle, maybe more than mine. In fact her arms, while shorter, were every bit as thick as mine, while her short legs were clearly more muscular than my longer, skinny ones. I suggested that we do two out of three falls. Sandy grinned as she stood up and said that was a great idea. She could beat me as many times as she wanted. Boy was she cocky while I was less confident the closer we came to starting. Less confident but excited and a little uncertain about what was going to happen and how I would feel about it. We stood facing each other and intertwined our hands in a “mercy” contest. With my height advantage I was sure that I could bring her quickly to her knees asking for mercy. Much to my consternation, although I had all the leverage, she held me even. As I stood there straining to force her fingers back Sandy took me by surprise, suddenly moving our arms out and down, bending my fingers back. Now she had the leverage and I was on tiptoe to lessen the pain. She held me there for about a minute, looking up at me with a superior smile, and then let go of my hands, grabbed my left wrist and, lifting my arm up and stepping under it, put me in a hammerlock. As I bent forward to try to escape she held my twisted arm with one hand while stepping around in front of me and wrapping her free arm around my neck. She now had me in both a hammerlock and a headlock and applied painful pressure to both. She was showing me just how strong those firm little arms were and how much they could hurt as she forced me down to my knees. As I was pulling at the arm around my neck, but not having much luck loosening it, Sandy let go of my neck and pushed me face down on the floor. She then moved around and sat on my back with my left arm still bent up behind my back. She had my elbow under her leg in such a way that my arm was held in place with her leg, leaving her hands free. “I told you I could beat you” she gloated. “Not yet” I responded as I struggled to free myself. I put my right hand on the floor and tried to push up and roll her off but it didn’t work. She just grabbed that arm and twisted it behind my back. Now she had me completely helpless, on my stomach with both my arms pinned behind me, my face in the rug and Sandy bouncing her butt on my back and laughing. “Give up,” she ordered as she pushed my arms higher and more painfully up my back. “You can’t get out of this unless I let you go and I’m not letting go until you admit I’m better than you.” I’m in both pain and ecstasy as each time she bounced she rubbed my erection along the rug. “OK, I give” I said, “now let go.” “ Not until you tell me I’m better,” ordered Sandy, giving my arms and extra push and her butt an extra bounce. I had no choice, in less than five minutes this little sixth grader, a girl, had me completely at her mercy and my arms and shoulders were hurting like hell. I wasn’t going to get loose unless she let me go so I reluctantly and insincerely said, “alright, you’re better than I am, now let me up.” With that Sandy brought my arms down and turned me over. She held my wrists in her hands and forced my arms on the rug above my head. With her face inches from mine, she informed me that this was just the beginning. “When I’m done you’ll know that I can beat you anytime I want.” Come on get off” I demanded, trying to push her off. “I already gave up!” She held me there long enough to prove that she could and then got up and stood over me with a superior smirk on her face. “Ready to go again little boy?” she asked as she condescendingly reached down to help me up. I batted her hand away and got to my feet rubbing my sore shoulders which hurt from the stretching she had given them. Looking at Sandy, calmly standing there with here hands on her hips and not a hair out of place, waiting for me to make the first move made me even madder. I rushed at her determined to best her this time. She made no move as I wrapped my arm around her neck in a headlock and squeezed as hard as I could. Finally I had the upper hand and, still squeezing tightly I tried to bulldog her to the floor. But I couldn’t move her. She just arched her back and braced those strong legs, maintaining a fairly upright posture. It was all I could do the hang onto her neck but, since she was so much shorter than I was, she couldn’t break the hold by just standing up straight. Nor could she break out by pulling my arms apart. At least I was strong enough to maintain that hold. I asked her if she wanted to give up since she couldn’t break the hold but she just ignored me and began trying to pry one of my fingers loose from my grip. She finally got a grip on my little finger and twisted it, forcing me to let go. As I did I stepped behind her and put my arms under her shoulders, locking my hands behind her neck in a full nelson. Just as quickly she raised both arms and dropped to the floor, her narrow shoulders slipping right out of my hold. As she dropped to the floor I followed and jumped on her, trying to get her pinned. She rolled me off and we rolled across the floor without either of us being able to stay on top. Then, as I rolled her off for the second or third time and started to move back on top she wrapped those short, strong legs around my stomach crossed her cute little feet and squeezed her legs into my body. Boy did this hurt but it also felt wonderful. I was a skinny kid; probably with no more than a 25-inch waist so, even with her short legs, she had no problem getting a good tight grip around me. Those strong, sexy legs were massaging my back and stomach in a painfully pleasant way as she alternately tensed and relaxed her leg muscles. I tried to pry her legs apart but she grabbed my right hand and pulled it up under her chin, rendering it useless. Then I tried standing up but each time I got to my knees she would pull my arm and twist her body, throwing me back down. She would then put on bursts of pressure, letting off just when I thought I could take it no more. Once again I was helpless. I was on my back with one of her legs under, me and the other across my stomach squeezing it tighter than I thought it would go. Sandy was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow with my arm pulled up along her body. I had done a little better this time but she had defeated me twice in less than 15 minutes. Even though I loved the feel of those strong legs around my middle, and enjoyed running my free hand up and down her shapely muscles under the pretense of trying to break the hold, I knew that I couldn’t get out. All I could do was try to out last her, but she was enjoying it as much as I was and she had the advantage of giving, rather than receiving, pain. After another 15 minutes of Sandy’s legs alternating between intense and just tight pressure, I gave up. Again! “See” exulted Sandy, “I told you I could beat you easily” as she once more turned me over and sat on me, her strong knees pinning my arms to the floor. “Who’s stronger little boy?” demanded this little sixth grade girl of the bigger high school sophomore boy. Completely humiliated and confused and ashamed by my defeat and the thrill I was getting from it, I replied, “you are, now let me up so I can go back to work.” At that point I just wanted to get out of there but Sandy had other ideas. “You can’t go yet” she stated, “we haven’t had our third fall yet.” We don’t need to” I pointed out, “you’ve already won two straight.” “You don’t need a third fall and I have to get back to work.” “Chicken?” asked Sandy. “How about if I let you start on top, think you’d have a chance then?” By this time my arms and stomach both ached and I wasn’t sure where I started would make any difference. Sandy may have been a girl, younger and smaller, but she had shown me that she was stronger and a better wrestler. I reluctantly agree and she laid down on her back with her arms on the floor alongside her head and, smiling up at me, she invited me to sit on her. With her arms in that position I could see the shape of her biceps and wondered if I was strong enough to hold her down. I sat on her stomach and griped her small wrists, pressing down with all my strength. Sandy asked if I was ready and then began moving here arms back and forth along the floor. As I concentrated on keeping her arms still, not an easy task, she brought her knees up and suddenly arched her back, throwing me over her head. She jumped up as I got slowly to my knees and snaked her right arm around my throat in a chock hold. Standing behind me with her arm tight on my throat she had me again. “You didn’t last long on top little boy,” Sandy ridiculed me. “Can’t you do any better than this?” I was pulling at her arm with both of my hands but I couldn’t budge her. As I started to cough and turn red in the face, Sandy released me and shoved me to the floor. She lay down on my back and brought her arms up under my shoulders, locking her hands behind my neck in a full nelson. “Remember this little boy?” she jeered. “You couldn’t break it last time and I’m a lot stronger now.” “Quit calling me little boy,” I demanded. “I’m bigger than you.” “You sure don’t seem like it,” responded Sandy. “You’re so easy it just seems like you’re a little boy.” Enraged by her taunting dominance, I tried to brace one hand on the floor and roll her off. Each time I tried it she jerked her forearm up, pulling my arm up and my hand off the floor while pushing my face further into the rug. I was completely beat and begged Sandy to release me. She did and this time got up without sitting on me first. Just as I was getting up Sandy put her right arm around my neck and grasped her wrist with her left hand, squeezing me in firm headlock. “Let me show you how to do this,” She said as she pulled my head down with my neck securely between her taut bicep and forearm and my cheek pushed into her budding bust. Another painfully pleasant hold but by now I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to get away from Sandy. “Come on” I pleaded, “you won all three. Let me go!” “You’re the one that said three,” corrected Sandy, “I said I could beat you as many times as I wanted to.” “Remember?” With that statement she moved so that I was almost draped over her back and then flipped me over her to the floor. I landed hard on the floor with Sandy on top looking down at me with her arm still locked tightly around my neck, her body laying across mine with her butt pinning my right arm to the floor and her bust rubbing my face. “Where did you learn all this stuff?” I asked, utterly frustrated by her wrestling ability. “From my dad,” she replied. “Remember he has no boys so he taught me.” “I’ve been wrestling with him since I was about seven but recently he has stopped and now just wrestles with my little sister.” “I guess he thinks you’re too old for it and he didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, absolutely overwhelmed by the thought of this little girl wrestling an adult man. Her dad was not too tall but fairly muscular and I wouldn’t have wanted to wrestle hem, even in fun. “Maybe” said Sandy, “but I think the fact that I almost made him give with one hold the last time had something to do with it.” “Oh sure, you almost made your dad give,” I said sarcastically. “You’ll see,” she said. “I’ll have to show you how I did it.” With that she let go and got to her feet. I cautiously rose waiting for her to jump me but she just stood there, hands on her hips and a dominate look on her face. I started for the door but Sandy moved in front of me. “Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded. “I told you I have to go back to work,” I said. Sandy ignored my protests and, moved toward me. I brought my hands up to push her out of the way, but she was too quick and instead grasped my wrists and, pushing down and back forced both my arms behind me. She pushed my arms up, holding me in a painful but exciting embrace with her arms firmly around me and her breasts pushing against me. “You’re not going anywhere till I say you can,” Sandy declared, pushing my arms higher and forcing me up onto tiptoe. “I’m having too much fun right now and besides, I have to show you the hold that I used on Dad.” She pushed harder and I cried out, “you’re breaking my arms, please stop.” Letting me suffer from the pain while enjoying her body rubbing against mine for a little bit more, she finally released me. She then immediately squatted down and wrapped her arms around my upper legs and, jamming her shoulder into my stomach, stood up with me draped over her back and shoulder. “Let me down,” I screamed. “You’re going to get both of us hurt.” I was scared that she would drop me or hurt herself and get us both in lots of trouble. Again she ignored me and walked across the room and, leaning over, rolled me onto the couch. I was amazed and frightened by this little girl who was strong enough to lift me up and carry me about the room. “Please, no more,” I pleaded as Sandy grabbed my arm and pulled me off the couch. “Please let me go.” Pretty soon” she replied, “ I just want to show you a couple of more things.” Sitting behind me on the floor she pulled my head between her legs, hooked her cute little feet and put me in one of the most exquisite headscissors I have ever had. She clenched her legs and her thighs pushed against my head till they made my ears ring. I swear I could hear the ocean roar. Each time she would tense her legs my jaws would ache. I tried to loosen her legs but she just griped my wrists, pulled my arms back and pinned them to the floor. She had a lot of ways of rendering me helpless but I had never had bare legs around my head before and, as much as it hurt, I had more pleasure than pain. I was not about to give up. “Was this the hold you used on your dad?” I mumbled through my compressed teeth. “Not yet, just be patient little boy,” she responded. God, I hated her calling me little boy and I hated the fact that I was unable to do anything about it. At the same time I got a perverse thrill out of being overpowered like this and I hated that too. After several minutes Sandy relaxed here legs and let go of my arms, scooting back a little. She then grabbed my hair and forced my head up. “Hear it comes,” she warned as she placed her calves around my neck and crossed her feet with her left heel on my breastbone. “Now you will find out how tough I am,” she declared in a threatening tone as she started to apply pressure. My neck was already sore from her full nelson and headlock and the first jolt of pain brought tears to my eyes. It felt like my neck was in a vice. “Please stop Sandy, I believe you.” “This hurts to much, let me go,” I pleaded to no avail. Sandy just increased the pressure causing tears of pain, frustration and fear to run down my face. While the headscissors was exquisitely enjoyable pain this was outright torture and I was afraid she was going to break something. I begged her to let me go, promising I’d do anything she wanted but she just kept up alternating the tensing and relaxing of her leg muscles. Finally Sandy, with one more powerful thrust of those terrifying legs, let me go. As I lay there whimpering, alternately wiping my eyes and massaging a very sore neck, Sandy sat on my stomach and informed me, much to my relief, that she guessed that was enough for today since I was being such a crybaby. “Just remember little boy” she declared, “I can beat you anytime I want to.” And she did.