08-04-2008, 10:10 AM
sarah and gina (part 1) written by alan
It was obvious and inevitable that things were coming to a head. Gina and Sara had been in conflict all semester. They had been thrown together as freshman roommates, and from the beginning, there had been problems.
First it was Sara's choice of C.D.'s, then it was Gina's things thrown on Sara's bed. No matter if it were friends visiting in the room, setting the clock radio for get up time, or choice of posters on the wall, the headstrong girls could not agree on anything. Since the dorm rules did not allow changing roommates till the end of semesters, the two were stuck with each other. What began as rather simple irritation developed into hatred when each girl developed a crush on the same boy.
The boy had asked Sara out, and during the next week Gina seemed (to Sara) to do everything to be noticed by the young man. Their arguments became more heated until finally, Sara, the blonde slapped Gina across the face, called her a slut, and threatened to beat her black and blue if she bothered her "boyfriend" again.
Gina, who had dark hair and dark eyes, rose to the challenge and slapped Sara. Sara responded with a closed fist punch to Gina's eye. Any fight between the two was likely to be a close one since they each were about 5"6" and weighed about 120 pounds. Since this was a Saturday, the girls were dressed casually in jean shorts and cut-off tee shirts.
At any rate, Gina backed away as Sara aimed another head punch at her. Gina partially blocked the punch and continued to back away. Sara continued to stalk her rival and threw a wild right that would have loosened all Gina's teeth had it landed. As it was it was the boxing equivalent to an air ball, because that's all it hit.
Gina managed to duck the punch, and when Sara's momentum caused her to be off-balance, the brunette took the opportunity to punch Sara right in her stomach. A whoosh of air was expelled from Sara's lungs as her breath was forced out of her lungs. Sara started to bring her hands down to cover her stomach, but Gina's quickness allowed her to power another punch into the same spot, about two inches above Sara's belly button, which was just visible above the top of her shorts.
It's unlikely that Sara had ever been punched in the stomach before, and the ache in her flat stomach combined with the burning in her lungs as they desperately tried to suck in air was devastating to the young girl.
She put her hands to her stomach and doubled over. Gina had the beginning of a plan now, but first she had to render Sara totally helpless. She grabbed the stricken girl by her long blonde hair and jerked up--violently.
Sara screamed at this new agony and reached up with both hands to try to tear Gina's hand away. As her hands went up, so did her body. Gina was now facing Sara's wide-open stomach, now stretched even tighter as her hands tried to relieve the pain. It was too easy to bury her fist in Sara's stomach for the third time--this time a little higher--right under her breasts. Sara's eyes bugged as this new wave of pain burned through her body. A low "UUUUGGN" escaped her lips. The blow virtually paralyzed her; she couldn't lower her hands to her wounded stomach, her arms simply dangled at her side.
Gina wondered aloud about Sara's belly and if it could take a punch. She had, of course, seen her roommate as she dressed and knew that she was in shape, but this would be the ultimate test. It was the work of a few seconds to unsnap Sara's shorts and let them fall to the floor. Sara was wearing very brief yellow bikini panties that set off the dark tan of her belly. Sara's flat midsection melded into her delicious looking belly at her navel. Her tan belly still looked firm, but there was just the hint of softness in the gentle curve that began just below her navel.
Gina was almost transfixed by the sheer beauty and more than that, the vulnerability of Sara's belly. Gina felt the urge to kiss and lick the deep-set navel, but her mind slowly hardened, and she realized that she wanted to hurt Sara, not love her. She drew back her right fist and it made a perfect arc as it came up from knee-level and landed directly on Sara's belly button.
Gina was surprised and thrilled by the feel of her fist digging into Sara. She was softer even than she looked, and the "UNNNNG" from the blonde was like music. Sara still did put her hands to her belly, so Gina slugged her again, this time about an inch below the belly button.
Sara was even softer there, and her moan of pain was louder. Sara brought her hands down to her belly, but Gina removed them and told the girl that if she interfered, she would beat her even harder. Gina then went even lower and drove a left and then a right into Sara's lower belly two or three inches below the navel. Gina's fists buried into the smooth tan flesh and Sara began to slide down.
"Get up", Gina commanded, "Or I'll punch you right in the face. Bob will never look at you after I'm finished with you".
Sara slowly struggled to her feet. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. Gina was about to belly punch her again, but caught sight of Sara's breasts rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing. She also noticed the girls hardened nipples showing through the shirt. In one motion Gina ripped off the flimsy tee shirt and freed Sara's breasts.
Sara was not super endowed but possessed a pair of well shaped 34's that needed no support to jut forward from her chest. "Are you going to punch my titties, too?" Sara said in a little girl voice.
She got her answer when Gina smashed punches into both firm breasts. Sara groaned with what could have been pleasure or pain. If she liked this, she was going to get more, because Gina worked out on Sara's breasts, giving them punches straight to the nipples, under her tits and punches that knocked them from side to side. Sara took the punches, moaning in a low tone through parted lips.
"Did you like it punching my belly?" Sara asked. Gina couldn't believe it. This crazy girl enjoyed being belly beaten. Sara reached out and took one of Gina's fists and guided it to her belly a couple of inches below her navel. Sara said nothing, but eyes all but pleaded with Gina to punch her there.
Gina was all too happy to oblige and drove a left and then a right to the blonde's beautiful, soft belly. Sara made no effort to tighten her abs but closed her eyes and took the beating. Gina punched the girl low in her belly from side to side and up and down.
"UNNNG", UUUNNNNG", "OUUGGHH", "OOUUGGFF".
Gina's fists were sinking deeper and deeper as Sara grew weaker and weaker. Finally, it seemed that the only thing holding Sara up was Gina's fists impaled deep in her belly. Sara's legs were spread in an effort to maintain her balance. Gina noticed this and got ready to finish her off.
She gave her a series of vicious punches that started at the navel and slowly worked down the young girls' wide open belly. "OOUHH", an inch below the navel, "OOUGH", two inches below the navel, "OOOUUGGGH", three inches below the navel, "UUNNGGGG". Finally Gina drove a tremendous uppercut up between the girl's legs. "AOOOUUUHHH"
It was obvious and inevitable that things were coming to a head. Gina and Sara had been in conflict all semester. They had been thrown together as freshman roommates, and from the beginning, there had been problems.
First it was Sara's choice of C.D.'s, then it was Gina's things thrown on Sara's bed. No matter if it were friends visiting in the room, setting the clock radio for get up time, or choice of posters on the wall, the headstrong girls could not agree on anything. Since the dorm rules did not allow changing roommates till the end of semesters, the two were stuck with each other. What began as rather simple irritation developed into hatred when each girl developed a crush on the same boy.
The boy had asked Sara out, and during the next week Gina seemed (to Sara) to do everything to be noticed by the young man. Their arguments became more heated until finally, Sara, the blonde slapped Gina across the face, called her a slut, and threatened to beat her black and blue if she bothered her "boyfriend" again.
Gina, who had dark hair and dark eyes, rose to the challenge and slapped Sara. Sara responded with a closed fist punch to Gina's eye. Any fight between the two was likely to be a close one since they each were about 5"6" and weighed about 120 pounds. Since this was a Saturday, the girls were dressed casually in jean shorts and cut-off tee shirts.
At any rate, Gina backed away as Sara aimed another head punch at her. Gina partially blocked the punch and continued to back away. Sara continued to stalk her rival and threw a wild right that would have loosened all Gina's teeth had it landed. As it was it was the boxing equivalent to an air ball, because that's all it hit.
Gina managed to duck the punch, and when Sara's momentum caused her to be off-balance, the brunette took the opportunity to punch Sara right in her stomach. A whoosh of air was expelled from Sara's lungs as her breath was forced out of her lungs. Sara started to bring her hands down to cover her stomach, but Gina's quickness allowed her to power another punch into the same spot, about two inches above Sara's belly button, which was just visible above the top of her shorts.
It's unlikely that Sara had ever been punched in the stomach before, and the ache in her flat stomach combined with the burning in her lungs as they desperately tried to suck in air was devastating to the young girl.
She put her hands to her stomach and doubled over. Gina had the beginning of a plan now, but first she had to render Sara totally helpless. She grabbed the stricken girl by her long blonde hair and jerked up--violently.
Sara screamed at this new agony and reached up with both hands to try to tear Gina's hand away. As her hands went up, so did her body. Gina was now facing Sara's wide-open stomach, now stretched even tighter as her hands tried to relieve the pain. It was too easy to bury her fist in Sara's stomach for the third time--this time a little higher--right under her breasts. Sara's eyes bugged as this new wave of pain burned through her body. A low "UUUUGGN" escaped her lips. The blow virtually paralyzed her; she couldn't lower her hands to her wounded stomach, her arms simply dangled at her side.
Gina wondered aloud about Sara's belly and if it could take a punch. She had, of course, seen her roommate as she dressed and knew that she was in shape, but this would be the ultimate test. It was the work of a few seconds to unsnap Sara's shorts and let them fall to the floor. Sara was wearing very brief yellow bikini panties that set off the dark tan of her belly. Sara's flat midsection melded into her delicious looking belly at her navel. Her tan belly still looked firm, but there was just the hint of softness in the gentle curve that began just below her navel.
Gina was almost transfixed by the sheer beauty and more than that, the vulnerability of Sara's belly. Gina felt the urge to kiss and lick the deep-set navel, but her mind slowly hardened, and she realized that she wanted to hurt Sara, not love her. She drew back her right fist and it made a perfect arc as it came up from knee-level and landed directly on Sara's belly button.
Gina was surprised and thrilled by the feel of her fist digging into Sara. She was softer even than she looked, and the "UNNNNG" from the blonde was like music. Sara still did put her hands to her belly, so Gina slugged her again, this time about an inch below the belly button.
Sara was even softer there, and her moan of pain was louder. Sara brought her hands down to her belly, but Gina removed them and told the girl that if she interfered, she would beat her even harder. Gina then went even lower and drove a left and then a right into Sara's lower belly two or three inches below the navel. Gina's fists buried into the smooth tan flesh and Sara began to slide down.
"Get up", Gina commanded, "Or I'll punch you right in the face. Bob will never look at you after I'm finished with you".
Sara slowly struggled to her feet. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. Gina was about to belly punch her again, but caught sight of Sara's breasts rising and falling in time with her rapid breathing. She also noticed the girls hardened nipples showing through the shirt. In one motion Gina ripped off the flimsy tee shirt and freed Sara's breasts.
Sara was not super endowed but possessed a pair of well shaped 34's that needed no support to jut forward from her chest. "Are you going to punch my titties, too?" Sara said in a little girl voice.
She got her answer when Gina smashed punches into both firm breasts. Sara groaned with what could have been pleasure or pain. If she liked this, she was going to get more, because Gina worked out on Sara's breasts, giving them punches straight to the nipples, under her tits and punches that knocked them from side to side. Sara took the punches, moaning in a low tone through parted lips.
"Did you like it punching my belly?" Sara asked. Gina couldn't believe it. This crazy girl enjoyed being belly beaten. Sara reached out and took one of Gina's fists and guided it to her belly a couple of inches below her navel. Sara said nothing, but eyes all but pleaded with Gina to punch her there.
Gina was all too happy to oblige and drove a left and then a right to the blonde's beautiful, soft belly. Sara made no effort to tighten her abs but closed her eyes and took the beating. Gina punched the girl low in her belly from side to side and up and down.
"UNNNG", UUUNNNNG", "OUUGGHH", "OOUUGGFF".
Gina's fists were sinking deeper and deeper as Sara grew weaker and weaker. Finally, it seemed that the only thing holding Sara up was Gina's fists impaled deep in her belly. Sara's legs were spread in an effort to maintain her balance. Gina noticed this and got ready to finish her off.
She gave her a series of vicious punches that started at the navel and slowly worked down the young girls' wide open belly. "OOUHH", an inch below the navel, "OOUGH", two inches below the navel, "OOOUUGGGH", three inches below the navel, "UUNNGGGG". Finally Gina drove a tremendous uppercut up between the girl's legs. "AOOOUUUHHH"