Naughty Strategies of the Girls' Water Polo Team

Soon after I got into college, I began trying out the different sports courses that were offered to the students. At this point, I had no idea what I wanted to do. But it was an amazing opportunity to try out all the different sports without any obligation to stick with any of them.

The team I finally joined was the water polo team. Actually, I had never really thought about or shown any interest in this sport. Generally, there are not a lot of girls teams in water polo. But our college had one. And due to the fact that it was a rare thing, we regularly ended up playing against our male counterparts.

To be totally honest, I never cared much about water polo itself. For me, it was just another ball sport. What truly fascinated me, was the intimacy of the struggle in the water, the rough play style, hidden by the disturbed surface and the tight contact with little clothing. After witnessing the first game against a guys team and being subbed in for no more than a couple of minutes, I was hooked.

Our coach Mrs Daniels never made a secret of the strategy that our team was notorious and feared for among the males. She enjoyed it just as much as the girls did. Most of us had been unaware of this side of us, before we joined the team. But a girl dropping out because she did not love her tabooed superiority, was something that actually *never* occurred.

Sundays were always the highlight of my week. It was the day where we invited or visited another water polo team for a proper game. I was already horny upon waking up. Visualizing the prospective events of the day, I had to force down the urge to pleasure myself right away - the wait was going to be worthwhile!

Upon arriving in our college's swimming pool and changing into my skin-tight blue swimsuit, Mrs Daniels sent me on *cup duty*. She had figured out the perfect system to ensure that our strategy was going to land. Shortly after the male team had arrived and dropped off their bags in the locker room, she invited them for a quick tour around the college's sports area. What appeared to be a polite and welcoming gesture, gave the girl on cup duty the time to quickly go through all their bags and collect the protective cups that many of the guys wore under their tight swimming trunks.

Stripping the guys of their security before the game, was almost as fun as stripping a dude of his clothes. Every cute plastic cup acquired in my left hand meant one very scared and helpless dude in the water later on. But it was an important task, and every girl knew about the responsibility. Any cup that slipped through was a great annoyance throughout the game. The major problem was that some guys actually decided to play without the hard plastic cup covering their pretty weak spot. You never knew when to stop looking for it.

It was the very last bag that seemed to be the only one without a cup. Nervously, I dug through the contents, making sure that I had checked every corner of the bag. I figured that my time was almost up. Digging through bags in an empty locker room was something you didn't want to get caught at.

"Heh, what are you doing with my stuff?!" I winced and whirled around when I heard the deep voice behind me. *Shit*, I thought. Already had I fucked up.

A tall, handsome guy with shortly trimmed dark hair and a bulking physique nearly fully filled the door that connected the locker room with the showers and the restroom. He was already in his swimming trunks and wet from the shower. For some reason, he had not joined - or just missed - the guided tour. When his eyes darted down my slender body and got stuck on the collection of cups that dangled from my left hand, I took the opportunity to check out his body, too.

With an excited tickle in my lower body, I noticed the clear outline of his large cock and balls in his tight swimming trunks. Thank god, the reason I had not found his cup in his bag was not that he had already been wearing it. After all, he was one of the *bareballers* as our team used to call them with genuine admiration.

"Give them back!" he said without waiting for a response, held out his opened palm and stepped towards me. In the same moment, I heard the main door open and loud chatter in the hallway. I had to think quick. This situation had the potential to ruin the game for all of us.

"Okay... you got me..." I purred submissively and cutely pursed my lips in disappointment. When I stepped towards him and attempted to hand him my price, he obviously stared past my hand with the cups at my large tits that looked like they were about to burst through my swimsuit. The moment of distraction was extremely valuable.

Just when he tried to grab the bundle of elastic straps from the cups, I pulled my left hand back and took a quick step towards him. With significant momentum, I swung my free right hand past my hip and buried my open palm in his groin. The sensation of my hand flattening his meaty package an instant before I dug my fingers into it and gained full control over the tall guy made me gasp in excitement. A hot shiver ran through my body, increased threefold by the rush of fear from being caught by the whole team.

The guy let out a funny yelping sound and his forehead landed on my shoulder. Without hesitation, I pushed him backwards through the door into the shower room. Less than a second later, the door to the hallway opened and the whole team spilled into the locker room.

"*Ssshhhhhh*!" I hissed into my victims ear and gave his massive, meaty package a rapid squeeze to convince him to shut up. Thankfully, the room filled with testosterone behind me was louder than the average construction site. A door connected the guys' shower with the one for the girls, but I knew that it was locked. I was trapped!

"Fuck... please... my balls. I will not tell any..."

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed again to quit his begging. Even if I let him go, this wouldn't grant me an escape with all the cups.

Still roughly leading him backwards by his testicles in my right hand, we entered the restroom and one of the toilet cabins. The layer of fabric was so thin, there was almost no difference to having him by his bare nuts. It was absolutely wonderful, and despite the pickle I was in, I used the chance to squeeze his large, squishy orbs around a bit in between my fingers.

Just when I carefully closed the cabin door and turned the lock, I heard the first guys getting into the shower. Finally, I pushed the guy down onto the toilet seat and jumped onto his lap, straddling him. When I let go of his nuts, he let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Quickly, I brought my hand around to my back and slid it back into his groin from there, solidifying my natural power over him.

When I pulled myself closer, his half-erect cock pushed right against my pussy and made us gasp in unison. I couldn't help but smile at him, my face less than an inch in front of his. He actually was enjoying this! There were only two kinds of bareballers: The ones with too much pride and stupidity to cover their weak spot; and the ones who enjoyed offering it to us girls. This one was obviously the latter.

"Ouhhhh... Sarah..." he moaned quietly, his eyes pinned on the name printed onto the swimsuit at my right boob. I smiled even wider and shifted a bit to read the white letters on his black swimming trunks.

"You wouldn't tell on me, Bob, would ya?" I whispered, underlining my statement with another, softer squeeze of his swelling balls. He quickly shook his head submissively. As a reward, I grind myself against his equally swelling cock, almost pushing myself to orgasm. I swung my left arm around his neck, the collection of protective cups softly clattering at his shoulder. "Good boy."

"Bob, are you still in there?!" The sudden banging on the cabin door made both of us wince. "Stop jerking off and get ready!"

I lifted my eyebrows and gave Bob a suggestive stare, my grip on his balls tightening a little bit. His moan was drowned out in laughter outside the cabin.

"Uhhhh... just... eh... give me a minute."

"Man you should've come. We're playing a bunch of busty hotties, I'm telling ya! This... is... gonna... be... fun!"

"Okay, yeah... ehh... sounds cool." I could tell that he was weighting every word with his balls in my hand. It sounded really unnatural. "I'll be there, one sec!"

Interestingly, not a single guy addressed the fact that almost a dozed cups had been lifted from their locker room in the meantime. We girls had always been curious about how the guys dealt with this. Somehow, they seemed too proud to raise any concern about their lack of protection. Apparently, every one just figured that they had forgotten to pack it and never cared enough to realize that this applied to each of them.

While the guys' team showered, Bob and I remained in our somewhat erotic position. Every little motion of my body distorted his face in pain and arousal, and equally sent a hot tickle up my spine. His massive nuts felt amazing in my grip, and reminded me of how helplessly he actually was in my control. I relished every second of it. I could've orgasmed right there - probably more than once. But I decided not to. Not only because I feared that I might moan too loudly, but because I loved to be aroused during the upcoming game.

When the guys finally left the shower room, I gave Bob a sweet, innocent kiss, let go of his testicles and jumped up. He instantly sunk down like a wet sack of flour and covered his massive boner and aching balls with both hands.

"See you at the game, sweetie!" I said cheerfully and left. When I hurried to the girls' side through the cold hallway, I ran into Mrs Daniels who was waiting impatiently.

"Oh, *there* you are!" she said in a suspicious tone and relaxed a bit when she noticed the array of protective cups in my hand. "What happened? I thought you had fucked up."

"I almost did!" I grinned and handed her the collection. "You should've told me that one guy was still there."

"Oh? So what about him?"

"Eh... not much. He'll start the game with an aching pair, I guess."

"And... is he going to tell on you?"

"I don't think so. Bareballer. One of the good kind." I winked. Mrs Daniels threw her head into her neck and let out a bright laugh.

"Well done! Now quick, the game is about to start!"

Without further delay, I hurried to the pool and lined up with my teammates. On the opposite side, the guys stood ogling at their sexy, female opponents in uniform blue, tight swimsuits. I really couldn't blame them. Their dark trunks were just as tight and revealing. Seeing the outline of their unprotected genitals filled me with pride and excitement for the upcoming game. My teammates gave me praising nods for my successful mission. Due to my long absence, it was obvious that it hadn't been easy this time.

As the very last to arrive, Bob shambled into the hall, his erection still not fully withdrawn, and with obvious discomfort. I gave him a wide, taunting grin. He almost instantly averted his eyes. One or two girls to my right giggled when they put one and one together.

Finally, everyone got into position and the game began. It was a wild, hot rush, as always. Our team had the art of naughty water polo perfectionalized. This time, the referee was a coach from the other college. Luckily, this didn't stop us.

Of the six people in the field - plus goal keeper - we always assigned two *disturbers*, two *exposers* and two *busters*. It was simple. The disturbers ensured that the water surface was disturbed enough that the referee couldn't tell what was happening below. The exposers made sure that the guys' hands were up, and in some cases even pulled down their trunks for a few seconds - just for the fun of it. The busters... well, should be rather self-explanatory.

Since I had been on cup duty, I was allowed to play in the most popular buster position throughout the whole game. The rapid player exchanges in the game ensured that we had a never-ending stream of balls to go for. Male players who received a hard kick, knee or punch under the water usually just took a rest and played off the crippling ache, too embarrassed to admit what had actually just happened.

Even if the referee noticed something, it usually required three fouls for a player to be sent off. The trick was to keep the game so wild and confusing that no one noticed the *minor* incidents under the water surface. Therefore, we generally played with our prey like a bunch of hungry wildcats.

The first opportunity for me opened a few seconds into the game. One of our exposers passed the ball deliberately right in between me and the closest male player. A disturber rapidly raced towards us in wild crawl strokes. Instinctively, the guy jumped in my direction, one hand up to catch the ball, the other steadying his motion by keeping contact with the water. Patiently, I dove under and placed my feet onto the ground, timing my own jump.

He did manage to catch the ball - only to land with his balls onto my pulled-up knee just an inch below the water surface. I could feel his unprotected orbs flattening against his pelvis as he howled in desperation. I picked up the ball and passed it forward to another disturber before racing to the opposite side of the field.

When I looked up, I heard another very telling male grunt from the goal keeper who dove under just as we landed the first goal. It was amazing. Even tho I knew all the techniques and was barely a few feet away, I had no idea what had actually happened to him.

I scored another two groin strikes and one goal, before I exchanged to take a rest. Despite my exhaustion from the wild water play, I felt like on cloud seven. From the sideline, it was amazing to observe the guys' slow realization that they were the underdogs in this game. For some, it came quickly and they decided to stay out of the water as long as possible. For others, the realization came slower, along with stubbornness and severe testicular pain.

Honestly, I wished that all sports played out like this. Unfortunately, even the most brutal martial arts ensured their male participants a strict set of rules to protect their little weak spot that ought to make females the superior participants. But concealed by the splashing water and Mrs Daniels' amazing coaching, water polo was a realm where we girls were superior in every game.

Soon, I got back into the water. The ball landed a few feet in front of me, and I noticed Bob right next to me, attempting to launch himself towards it. An exposer dove under behind his back, after throwing me a quick, mischievous glance. I quickly tossed myself in front of Bob and launched my foot back and up as if trying to gain momentum in the water. My heel perfectly connected with Bob's naked balls since his trunks had just been yanked down to his ankles.

I would've loved to watch his reaction and exposed junk, but I didn't want to raise any suspicions, so I just continued swimming towards the ball. The sensation of his bare balls, trapped in their tight sack from the cool water, reverberated on my heel. I couldn't even imagine what this must have felt like for him. A minute later, after we scored again, I saw him sit at the edge, somewhat pale, watching me. I couldn't help but give him a taunting smile.

Towards the end of the game, our male opponents began reacting to the continuous busts. Only two girls had been given a penalty so far, so we didn't have any reason to hold back with our naughty strategy. Most of the guys became really scared and tried to avoid any close contact with us girls. Only two dudes seemed to become more and more aggressive with every score that we landed.

One of them - their team captain - actually managed to catch me off-guard. I genuinely just tried to jump forward to pick up the ball after it had been blocked on the way to our goal. Suddenly, the dude's huge hands came from both sides, his arms wrapped around my chest and his paws painfully grabbed and squeezed my boobs. I sensed his anger in the rough, rather painful squeeze as he pulled me back against him, while dragging both of us down.

I felt his half-erect cock against my butt as my head dove under into the silence. My lungs instantly burned from the lack of air, given the hard workout that this sport was. For a second, I closed my eyes and fought down the instinctive panic. This intimacy of our nearly bare bodies caught in erotic struggle was exactly what I loved about this sport.

Quickly, I wiggled my hand in between our hips. When the guy noticed it, his painful grip on my tits instantly loosened, as he attempted to yank back his hip, getting his vulnerable genitals away from me. But I was too fast. With a deeply sexual rush of power, I got hold of his balls and instantly dug my fingers into them without mercy. I could hear his desperate scream, carried upward by a burst of bubbles. As much as I needed to breathe, I kept both of us down to make sure that he learned his lesson.

When he turned limp, I gave him a quick upward push by his deformed testicles, to make sure that he was able to breathe. Then, I finally let go to come up and suck in the fresh, relieving air.

"Ooooouuuuuggghhhh..." I heard the male team captain howl as he tried to cope with the crushing pain that I had so effortlessly inflicted. It took me another moment to realize that the game was over. Of course, we had absolutely wiped the floor with them. A bunch of dudes without cups was never a challenge for us.

Cheering, the girls at the side jumped into the water to hug and high-five. We always celebrated like we had just won a world cup - knowing exactly how humiliating it was for all the guys trying to get over the severe ache in their testicles. I always felt like these games were way too short. Of course, I was absolutely exhausted. But nevertheless, I could've pushed on for hours for this.

Luckily, the day was not over yet. Since we were the home team, Mrs Daniels made sure that we got our share of fun. After declaring our victory and sending us into the shower, our coach silently stepped in and unlocked the door that connected the girls' and guys' shower room. We waited until she had left. As much as she would've enjoyed to watch, we understood that she couldn't really be involved.

Since I was the girl of the hour, I was given the honor to open the door and step in first, fully nude, like the rest of us. Seeing the bunch of naked, busted and humiliated guys quietly standing under the shower was wonderful - and nothing like the overflowing confidence that I had witnessed here earlier.

I was instantly bathed in the stunned stares of the dudes. Good lord, did I enjoy this moment. It should've been clear that the naked girls' team in their shower room was not good for them, but the realization took them a while.

Suddenly, I noticed the team captain who had so cruelly pulled me under at the end of the match. He was facing the wall, currently rinsing out the shampoo from his hair, unaware of what was going on. With a triumphant grin I stepped behind him, ready to give the guys an example of what was going to happen.

Slowly, I took aim with my foot from behind his back, nearly touching his swollen balls that visibly dangled between his legs. Then I pulled my leg back, far, before launching it up as hard and mercilessly as I had squeezed him before. The loud clap of impact echoed through the room and was underlined by shocked gasps of his mates. Unfortunately, I couldn't see his dumb face as he fell down like a rock.

"UUUHHHAAAAGGGHHHH" he screamed and instantly rolled into fetal position.

"Ouch, that even hurt my foot!" I joked, giggling, while pulling up my leg and rubbing the top of my foot that had just flattened his poor nuts.

The brutal initiation of the guys' after-show punishment broke the shocked silence. Most of them cupped their balls with both hands and backed up into the wall, while others tried to escape towards the toilet or locker room. However, some of the naked girls had already secured the exits, awaiting the attempts to squeeze past them.

I had witnessed and taken part in the following little fight countless times. As much as I enjoyed it, it was Bob I wanted to find. Looking around, I couldn't spot him anywhere. From the corner of my eye I suddenly saw a shadow hurry past the opened door in the locker room, behind the two nude girls who guarded it.

With tickling excitement, I took up the chase. After passing the two girls, I looked to the right and got another glimpse of Bob's naked butt disappearing into the swimming hall. It was funny that the only guy who actually seemed to enjoy it, was about to evade us girls successfully.

Instead of following him right away, I turned right again and ran over to the entry to the pool at the girls' side. When I carefully glanced into the hall with the pool, I found it completely deserted, except from a fully nude Bob who stood next to the other door and carefully looked around the corner to see, if someone was at his heels.

I was already wet when I sneaked up to him. He was completely unaware that I had taken the other way and was right there behind his back. Holding my shallow breath, I stood inches behind him, close enough to smell the chloride on his skin due to the fact he hadn't gotten to the shower yet. I could've nailed him in his dangling balls just as I did with their captain, but I chose a more... *playful* approach.

"BOO!" I softly exclaimed right next to his ear. His wince was really cute. The second he whirled around in shock, I delivered a well-aimed, clapping sack-tap with my open palm. His balls bounced in his more loose nutsack and he stumbled backwards past the door.

"Oh... Sarah... please don't kick me in the balls again."

"Why not? Seems like you enjoy it." I smirked, pointing at his rapidly inflating cock.

"It was too hard... I can't take it anymore." Obviously he was referring to the heel thrust during the game. It was understandable. Such busts are generally hard to control. I smiled in sympathy.

"I'm sorry Bob. May I show you that I can be tender, too?"

"Uhhh..." His eyes wandered down and up my nude body while his boner grew to full, impressive size. I loved when guys were torn by the fear and desire I elicited from them. "Sorry... I can't take it..."

Suddenly, he whirled around, ran towards the pool and jumped in to escape to the other side. Without a restricting hard-on, I was much faster. Reaching the edge of the pool, I strongly pushed myself off, dove in head-first and gracefully transformed the momentum into a forward motion. Just when Bob pushed himself out of the water with both hands and attempted to step up and out, I broke through the surface below him and instantly grabbed his balls over my head.

"AAAAHHHHH...." he moaned somewhere in between desperation, fear and deep arousal. Slowly, almost softly, but without a chance for him to avoid it, I pulled him back down and moved away to the side as he splashed back in.

After taking in a deep breath, I dove through under his leg to get in between them, and instantly began sucking his hard cock under the water, never letting go of his balls. I couldn't really see or hear anything from him, but felt him tense and relax, tense and relax again while his arms struggled to keep him at the surface. Since I wasn't as exhausted as during the game, I was able to hold my breath long enough to nearly make him come. When his cock started twitching, I let go of it, brought my head under him and breathed out a stream of bubbles that playfully pushed around his dick and balls.

As much fun as this was, I was insanely horny, too. Also, I finally needed to breathe. When I came up in front of him, his face was distorted in overwhelming joy. Finally, there was no resistance left in him. Pressing my nude body against his, I pinned him with the back against the wall and locked in his rock hard cock in between my pussy lips and thighs. Then, I slowly started moving my hip forward and back. Every time, the edge at the head of his cock rubbed along my clit, I was rewarded with an overwhelming rush of joy.

"If you cum before me, I will kick your balls so hard that you will be reminded of me by the ache, every time you get hard." I whispered into his ear in a cold, breathy voice. Bob swallowed and tensed his jaw, trying hard not to get pushed over the edge. After all what had happened, he didn't dare not to take me seriously.

Lucky for him, I didn't take long to finish with all the previous busting and teasing. After maybe a dozen or so strokes, the floodgates of pleasure opened and an ocean of concentrated delight poured over me, crushing me in all this glee. Gasping, moaning and trembling, I clung to his strong body that had proven so useless nevertheless. Instinctively, I wiggled one hand in between us and grabbed his nuts just as he orgasmed, too.

His uncontrolled pants turned into soft cries as my orgasm outlasted his and he was left with my demanding kneading of his already bruised, tender nuts. It was wonderful. Finally, the sensation slowly ebbed off and I returned from my wold of joy, finding myself back at the side of the pool.

"Thanks, sweetie." I purred, as if he had done anything but endure me in his lack of options. Before I let go of him and pushed myself out, I tormented him with another victorious smirk. "Hope to see you at our next game. I'm sure, it will go better for you."