Well today's not a bad day to go the tennis courts and play some tennis. It's a Saturday morning and I did all my homework. I decided to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, eat some breakfast, and go to the college tennis courts. I'll find some one to play with. There's always some one waiting around, hoping to play against a new opponent. My name's Jenny. I'm 18 years old and I'm five feet tall and weigh 90 lbs. with long brown hair and brown eyes. I'm wearing cutoff blue jean shorts with a white sleeveless shirt. What the hell, guys might notice me play.
This is my freshmen year at the University of Illinois. I came here because my mother came here before me, and grandmother came here before me. So, here I am. I walked to the college gym from my dormitory before going to the tennis courts. I went to the girl's locker room at the gymnasium to put my fresh clothes in a locker. I didn't bring a lock with me so I put all in an empty locker, including my racquet and tennis balls. I decided to stretch my muscles and run a few laps around the basketball court first before going to the tennis courts.
I get to the basketball court from the locker, and find one girl shooting hoops by herself. Must be someone from the basketball team trying to improve her shot. I pick a spot on the gym floor and start stretching, and at the same time examining this girl. She's tall. She looks 22 years old, maybe standing around 6' 2'' to 6' 3'', and probably weighing around 175 lbs. She's got blonde hair, wearing a white, sports shorts and a red T-shirt with a Nike insignia on the front.
After stretching, I start jogging around the gym a few laps till a basketball hits me on the side of the head, knocking me on my right side. I get up, holding my left side of the head, and looked at her to say, "What was that for." "Oops. The ball must have gotten away," she explains. "Just be careful next time. O.K.," I told her as I started jogging again. I jogged a few more times around the gym until I got hit with the basketball again square on the head, knocking me to the floor again. I got up pissed off and looked at her and said, "Why don't you watch where you throwing that thing." "Hey little girl, It's not my fault your always in the way," she tells me. "That didn't feel like you missed the basket. It felt like you intentionally threw it at me," as I give her my version of the story.
"Do I know you from some where," I tell her. "Yeah, I'm in your Biology 101 class," she answers. Now I remember her. She's that tall girl that sits in the back of the room. "What the fuck do you want from me," I said. "I want you to stay away from Todd bitch," she snarls at me. I met Todd in Biology 101 the other day. He's a really cute guy that introduced himself to me. He looked 22 or 23 years old. I guess this bitch must be jealous. "Hey, he came to me. It's not my fault he didn't come to you," I answer back. "Fuck you little ass. He's mine and you better stay away from him," she snarls back.
I was only six feet away talking to this girl and felt puny. Here I am, five feet tall, telling this tall bitch that stands around 6' 2'' to 6' 3'' that Todd is mine. "No. Fuck you. He's going to be mine," I snarl back defending my man. "Oh yeah," she tells me as she throws the basketball into my midsection as I fall backwards, holding the basketball in my arms, grunting from the pain.
She threw that ball really hard. I got up from the floor with the ball in my hands. "Todd picked me bitch. Just live with it. There's plenty of guys around campus," I tell her. I don't want to fight her because she might hurt me pretty bad. "Look at you, you skinny little ass. How in the hell your going to satisfy guys with that body. Why don't you go home and play with your Barbie doll, bitch," She tells me as I get pretty mad.
My mom told me about these kind of girls when she went to college, and her mom told her when she went to college. There's going to be tall bullies sometimes wherever you go. Maybe that's because both my mom and grand mother, including myself, are short. Taller women sometimes pick on smaller ones. It's a part of nature I guess.
My mom tells me I should face my bullies. I shouldn't let them push me around. My mom would tell me stories how she would defeat taller girls who pushed her around back in college. She fought girls as tall as 6' 4'' that weighed around 180 lbs. And won. My mom back then was only 5' 1'' and weighed 95 lbs. She would tell me the secret is fighting dirty and outsmarting your opponent. It doesn't matter how tall they are. They can be defeated. My mom showed me how to fight as I was growing up. She wanted to make sure her little baby didn't get hurt.
I looked up at her and said, "Maybe I don't hard as I can. She yelps and doubles over, falling to one knee, holding the basketball in her hands. I stand there like a moron, waiting for her to get up want to go home and play with my Barbie doll. Maybe you should go home and play with your fucking self," I snarl at her as I threw the basketball at her midsection as
The bitch stood up, and I was still there like a moron. I sure felt it. I should have just run out of there, but I didn't know what I was doing. I just put my fists up, hoping to scare her or something. Yeah right. This girl towered over me by at least two and half heads. "Fucking little shit," she says as she slaps me across the face with her right hand. I fall down on my right side, holding my left side of the face with my left hand. That slap stung like a bee. I didn't have a chance to come in and hit her because my arms were too small. She swung at me from way out there, out of my reach. I better get out of here or she'll hurt me up pretty bad.
I got up and started running to the closest door, the girl's locker room, having this bitch running behind me as I look back. I was scared. I hid behind one of the locker isles. I heard the door open and close as she came in. "Where are you little shit. You're going to pay for that," she yells out into the locker room. I keep quite as I hear her footsteps as checks each locker isle. "Once I'm done with you, you wished you never did that," she yells out as she is still trying to find me.
I hear her footsteps coming closer in my direction. As soon as I see her long right leg come forward into my isle, I swung my tennis racquet into her midsection. "Uugghh," as she grunts, doubling over, and holding her midsection with her hands. "Whack," as I hit her on the back of the head with the tennis racquet, having her fall to her knees. I hear this mad sound coming from her as she swings her right arm at me. I try to block it with my tennis racquet, but she hits the racquet out of my hands. I then take a few steps backwards, trying to get away. This tall bitch is very strong. She started to get up again. I hit her pretty hard with the racquet, but she shrugged it off.
I should have listened to my mom. I should have hit her where it counted. She started towards me as I ran away for cover, trying to find something to use. I looked around and saw the equipment locker. I opened it, looking for something real fast, but it wasn't fast enough. I felt her hands on my hair as she grabbed a handful. I turned around and looked up and threw white powdery substance that I found in the equipment locker into her eyes. "Aaaahhhhhh," she screamed. "You fucking little shit," she yells at me as she uses her hands to rub the powder from her eyes. She then tries to take a swing at me blindly. "Bang," "Ouch," as she screamed as I ducked from her swing as she hit the equipment locker door instead.
I knew she couldn't see so I came into her and, "Smack, smack, smack," hit her three times in her midsection, drawing grunts from each blow. Still blinded, she swung at me with her left hand. I ducked and, "Smack, smack, smack, whack," hit her three more punches into her midsection, and once in her left breast, jiggling it, hoping it would hurt her. She was really strong because she didn't move a step backward.
My fist was getting sore from the hits I had given her. Knowing I was in front of her, she tries to surprise me by kicking at me blindly with her right foot, hoping I would be in front. I moved to my right as she missed. As soon as her right foot comes back down leaving her legs wide open, "Crunch," "Ugggggghhhhhhhhh," I kick her up her long legs and into her crotch, as she slouches over with her hands between her legs, covering her womanhood with her knees bent and feet apart.
"Take that fucking bitch," "Whack," I yell at her as I punch her in the face, jerking my hand back and forth from the painful blow. Her head moved back and forth, but not her body. I came forward and looked up and, "Whack, whack, whack," punched her face three more times as I stood on tiptoes. She just stood there, with her hands between her legs, as I punched her face.
Those three hits must had hurt her because she started stumbling around the locker room on those long, white legs of hers, holding her face area with both hands. I came in and hit her on the side of her stomach with my right fist two times, drawing grunts each time I hit her. I continued to hit her stomach, "Smack, smack, smack," "Ugh, uughh, uuuugh," as she grunted as her tall body stumbled backwards and hit the back of the wall.
I can tell she was tired. She just stood there trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were opened a little. I guess the powder started to settle out of her eyes. I better finish this tall bitch off, or she'll finish me off. I came in and she tried to swing at me with her right hand. The swing was kind of slow. She must be tired. So I blocked her long right arm with my short, left arm. I took a step in and looked up to, "smack," "Ugh," hit her in face, leaving a dazed look in her face. I think she's seeing stars right now. Her eyes were wondering around the room, trying to find where's she's at.

"Whack, whack," as I hit her two more times in the face with my right hand as her long legs give way as she slides off the wall, landing on the floor on her ass with her legs apart. As she was sliding off the wall, her shirt and bra got caught from the coat hanger device, forcing her arms to swing above her head. Her shirt and bra came off her body and out through her head, as she slid against the wall to the ground, exposing her 36C size breasts in full view as they jiggled on her chest, with her legs apart and bent.
"How do you like that bitch," I yell at her as I take a few steps forward and, "Crunch," "Ooooucch," kick her between the legs, jerking her body into convulsions as her breasts jiggled on her chest, holding her womanhood once again. I then grab her by the ankles and pull her body off against the wall, and to the middle of the room. I jump on her waist and hit her on the chin twice with my right fist, jerking her head back and forth. I then slapped her right breast with left hand three times, jiggling it on each occasion.
I then grabbed each of her size 36C breasts with my small hands and squeezed them as hard as I could. She screamed very loud that the whole room echoed. She then used her large hands to try and pry my little wrists apart from her pair of precious assets. Her grip was very weak. So I continued to squeeze her huge breasts, mauling them. "Aaahhhh, aaahhh, aaahhhhhhhhh," as she screamed after each squeeze, whimpering to herself. "What's wrong bitch. Crying like a little baby," as I released my hold on her breasts, leaving behind red nail marks.
I moved up on her chest and sat on her breasts, pinning her arms under my knees. I then grabbed her hair with my hands on each side of her ears, picking her head up as I moved my head closer to hers saying, "What's your fucking name? What's your fucking name? Bitch," as I yelled and looked her straight in her eyes. "M-M-Miche-l-l-e," her voice mumbling as she told me. "Well Michelle, There's only one queen in this hive and it's me. Todd's mine bitch," I tell her as I, "Whack," hit her on the chin once more, dazing her. I got off her and walked a few feet from her, watching her lay there helplessly.
I looked at her and said, "Well Michelle, I guess your not woman enough to have Todd," as I unbutton and unzip my blue jean shorts. I let them fall down to my feet. I grab my underwear with both hands and slide it down my skinny legs, revealing my trimmed, brown, thatch of pussy hair. I continue and took off my sleeveless, white shirt and as well as my bras, revealing my small size 32A breast in full view, showing this tall bitch what a real woman looks like. What the hell, I took off my sports shoes off as well.
"This is a real woman Michelle," as I show her my small, thin naked body. She must be tired and exhausted because she was breathing heavy. I walked up to her and sat on her huge breasts, facing her, with my legs apart. "Take a good look at me bitch. These are the assets that are going to satisfy Todd," I tell her, referring to my small breasts and small pussy.
Michelle looks away, ashamed. "Being small as nothing to do with it tall ass. You just have to know how to use them bitch," I snarl at her as I move up her chest and closer to her chin. I grab her hair by each side of the ears with my hands and say, "I said take a look at me," as I thrust her face up into my small pussy, rubbing her face, nose, and lips in it. "MMmmmm, mmmMMMMmmm, mMmmmmmMMM, as Michelle tries to resist as I continue to rub her face between my legs.
Rubbing her face on my small clit got me excited, as I now started to sit on her face, grinding my small pussy on her face to orgasm, after orgasm, and after orgasm. Michelle was mumbling down there, as her body was jerking back and forth, with her long legs swaying helplessly around the room. I rode on this tall bitch for five minutes till I got all sweaty and satisfied. I got off her face and sat on huge breasts once more, grabbed her hair with my left hand and, "Smack, smack," punched her in the nose twice as she lay there passed out. I must have smothered her unconsciously
I got up and looked down at her face, having her head between my feet. I saw my cum plastered over her face area. I started to smile a little. "Not bad for a little girl. Uh, Michelle," looking at her as I walked over and got my clothes and put them near my locker. I walked in ladies shower area and took a shower to wash out all the sweat. I went back to my locker and put on a pair of fresh clothes, looking at this tall bitch as I put them on.
My mom was right. There are tall bullies sometimes where ever you go. This tall bitch better not fuck with me come Monday in biology class or this small girl will make sure her fucking and cock sucking days are over. I'll just leave her here so she could wake up covered in my cum. After putting on my clothes, I got my tennis racquet and left the girl's locker room and the gym and walked home to call my mom. She'll be so proud.

The End
By Parrot