08-04-2008, 03:57 PM
schoolyard brawl written by countrymouse11
They spent the last fifteen minutes glaring at each other from either side of a grassy strip some distance away from the quad. Things had gone from bad to worst, after a blackmail scheme on Amy the little punk girl rebounded at Christy's own party leaving both her and her friend beaten and humiliated.
After several minutes of taunting from both sides the girls met halfway on the grass. Christy was a tall statuesque brunette with big blue eyes and regal features. Her school skirt was a little too short and her white long-sleeved shirt had one too many buttons open. Amy was several inches shorter and her clothes didn't fit her as well. She had her sleeves rolled up and shirt lazily untucked. She opted for the more conservative black tights instead of Christy's white garter and thigh high stockings. Amy was pretty but all that mascara and lipstick made her scary and usually unapproachable.
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Amy looked past Christy to the willowy blonde standing at the front of her rivals supporters. "Hiya Lindy! Didn't recognize with clothes on and not begging for mercy."
Lindy took a couple steps back, intimidated by the shorter girl.
Amy turned her attention back to Christy with confidence, she could take just about any girl in her class, size didn't matter. "You want me to go easy on you this time? Maybe not make you cry so much?"
Christy bit her lip angry, "Don't do me any favors bitch!"
Then she thought better, "Um... don't try to strip me again, and how about no punching in the stomach?"
Amy turned as if to walk away, "Fine." Without warning the smaller girl came back around and sent a balled fist brutally into the side of Christy's face.
The hit was audible and the brunette's head snapped sideways and her slender body followed. Christy sat on her knees and held her cheek with a look of shock, she would never get used to being punched.
Amy raised her arms triumphantly as her friends cheered her on. Christy's group looked worried for her but hesitated to cross Amy and help her up. Christy got her feet and put her hands up like a boxer. Amy just laughed, "Is that how you wanna go?"
"Okay," said the punk putting up her dukes, "I was the ROTC champ last summer, you want fisticuffs you got'em."
This news made Christy nervous and she dropped her guard slightly. Amy took the advantage and jabbed her opponent in the nose. Stunned, the brunette dropped her hands and was left completely open for Amy's right cross. The smaller girl was pulling her punches, she wanted Christy on her feet for this.
The Senior recovered only to have another white fist fill her vision and pop her across the cheek. She staggered back struggling to keep her legs beneath her. Amy sent her stumbling in the other direction with a hard right.
Amy started to bounce like Mohammed Ali snapping Christy's head back with quick jabs before reeling her with a powerful right, left, uppercut combination. Christy knew she was a goner. She hadn't even attempted to hit back yet, she had to retaliate or she was gonna get rocked.
Christy took a moment to seek out an eye with way too much eyeliner and sent her punch. Amy had a surprised look before the fist connected and sent her tripping off to the left. Christy followed up with a weaker left hook.
Amy was back and she nailed Christy with a brutal right. Christy kept her bearings and cracked a punch across the punks jaw. Amy quickly landed an answering blow to Christy's face.
Amy couldn't go on like this, despite her girly awkwardness Christy had almost a foot on her and punched hard. As the two schoolgirls swapped punches Christy was gaining momentum, getting two, sometimes three punches in before Amy could do anything to stop her.
At the next opportunity Amy punched the brunette as hard as she could the followed up by grabbing the back of the girls head. The Junior kept her hold and jumped off the ground smashing Christy's pretty face brutally across the knee.
The tall brunette bounced off the knee and staggered around like a drunk before finally keeling over.
Amy grinned and goaded her friends on. She won this fight fair and square and no one could call it a cheap shot. But she wasn't done with Christy yet.
Amy flipped Christy over on her back and wrapped her arm around the big girls throat, bracing it by pulling on her own hand. Christy gurgled try to breath but Amy shifted to get in even deeper.
Christy did her best to wrestle out of the hold. She tried standing but she was still dazed by being on the receiving end of the fist fight. She tried flipping back on to her belly but Amy kept compensating expertly. Christy finally groped around and found Amy's little foot and pulled.
Amy had a harder time controlling Christy with her leg being yanked, and Christy got out of the headlock. Amy still had the momentum though and tackled Christy clumsily. She managed to punch the Senior in the face before Christy put a hand up and pushed her face away.
Amy didn't have enough weight to hold Christy down and the big girl quickly had her on her back with her arms pinned under her knees. Christy snarled mockingly and punched Amy freely. For a few minutes Amy was pinned helpless under the senior, victim to a steady barrage of slaps and punches.
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Christy was getting confident, and she growled as she sank her teeth into Amy's blouse and tore off a button. Amy could only manage an unthreatening, "...bitch" before Christy punched her in the face again.
Christy grabbed two handfuls of the Junior's shirt and ripped the garment open. Cloth tore and buttons popped and suddenly Amy's torso was exposed to the elements. She had big breasts for her size, and her stomach had definition.
Christy quietly ran a finger from Amy's nose, down her neck and bosom, to her belly button. Amy's eyes were wide with shock, she suspected Christy might be a lesbian, she seemed to like to grope Amy whenever she could.
The brunette punched her rag doll a few more times before getting off of her at last. Amy tried to stifle tears as she feebly tried to crawl away. She didn't get far before hands were on her again pulling the collar of her shirt. Amy desperately tried to get to her feet and run away but Christy pulled the blouse off her. Amy's arms were restrained for a moment before she broke free and tripped forward landing on her face.
Amy yelped crossing her arms over her breasts. Thankfully Christy didn't think to remove her bra while she had the chance. Amy was furious now she kept one arm up to cover herself and went after Christy with a vengeance. Christy had her back to Amy capitalizing on her supporters cheers and chants to "Strip her! Strip her!"
The Junior got two handfuls of cloth and tore downward. Christy was surprised as the fabric of her sleeves ripped down to her wrists. Amy spun her around, grabbed the neck line of the uniform shirt and tore the white shirt wide open. The remains of the shirt tangled in Christy's arms and she could do nothing as Amy put a hand on each of her narrow hips and ripped her skirt of by the seem.
There was a moment of silence as the gathered people drank in the lithe body of Christy. Her shirt was in tatters hanging off her skinny arms and she was only wearing a skimpy bra and panties and a garter belt to hold up those hot leggings. Both of the girls shoes were long gone by now.
The brunette screamed in horror and rage. She fought her way out her own top and charged Amy.
Amy was ready for her. As the tall brunette bore down on her Amy stepped in and caught her in the tummy with a punch from the hip.
Christy's eyes bulged as she folded over Amy's fist. "Oof!"
Amy, half naked, and getting tired, decided to finish this. She sent another fist into Christy's stomach before she could catch her breath fully. Christy inhaled sharply and let out a painful "Ooooooppph!"
The Senior was on her knees grunting unladylike. Amy started to pull her up by the roots of her hair, but Christy managed to yank her skirt down. Both sides cheered, they were getting quite a show out of these two today.
"That's it you slut!" Amy yelled trying to cover up. She yanked hard at Christy's legging and they ripped away.
"Bitch!" cried Christy, she hooked her fingers in Amy's tights and tore them off of her in a single pull.
Amy held onto the Brunette's bra, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh fucking try me!" shouted Amy snapping the bra before pulling it down.
Christy's mouth dropped. She didn't bother to cover up, but instead attacked Amy's underwear. She tore away the girls bra with one hand and then pulled her panties down.
Amy struggled to pull her panties back up but didn't get far before Christy balled a fist and slammed it into her belly. The blow took Amy's off the ground and she grunted before doubling over.
They spent the last fifteen minutes glaring at each other from either side of a grassy strip some distance away from the quad. Things had gone from bad to worst, after a blackmail scheme on Amy the little punk girl rebounded at Christy's own party leaving both her and her friend beaten and humiliated.
After several minutes of taunting from both sides the girls met halfway on the grass. Christy was a tall statuesque brunette with big blue eyes and regal features. Her school skirt was a little too short and her white long-sleeved shirt had one too many buttons open. Amy was several inches shorter and her clothes didn't fit her as well. She had her sleeves rolled up and shirt lazily untucked. She opted for the more conservative black tights instead of Christy's white garter and thigh high stockings. Amy was pretty but all that mascara and lipstick made her scary and usually unapproachable.
.
Amy looked past Christy to the willowy blonde standing at the front of her rivals supporters. "Hiya Lindy! Didn't recognize with clothes on and not begging for mercy."
Lindy took a couple steps back, intimidated by the shorter girl.
Amy turned her attention back to Christy with confidence, she could take just about any girl in her class, size didn't matter. "You want me to go easy on you this time? Maybe not make you cry so much?"
Christy bit her lip angry, "Don't do me any favors bitch!"
Then she thought better, "Um... don't try to strip me again, and how about no punching in the stomach?"
Amy turned as if to walk away, "Fine." Without warning the smaller girl came back around and sent a balled fist brutally into the side of Christy's face.
The hit was audible and the brunette's head snapped sideways and her slender body followed. Christy sat on her knees and held her cheek with a look of shock, she would never get used to being punched.
Amy raised her arms triumphantly as her friends cheered her on. Christy's group looked worried for her but hesitated to cross Amy and help her up. Christy got her feet and put her hands up like a boxer. Amy just laughed, "Is that how you wanna go?"
"Okay," said the punk putting up her dukes, "I was the ROTC champ last summer, you want fisticuffs you got'em."
This news made Christy nervous and she dropped her guard slightly. Amy took the advantage and jabbed her opponent in the nose. Stunned, the brunette dropped her hands and was left completely open for Amy's right cross. The smaller girl was pulling her punches, she wanted Christy on her feet for this.
The Senior recovered only to have another white fist fill her vision and pop her across the cheek. She staggered back struggling to keep her legs beneath her. Amy sent her stumbling in the other direction with a hard right.
Amy started to bounce like Mohammed Ali snapping Christy's head back with quick jabs before reeling her with a powerful right, left, uppercut combination. Christy knew she was a goner. She hadn't even attempted to hit back yet, she had to retaliate or she was gonna get rocked.
Christy took a moment to seek out an eye with way too much eyeliner and sent her punch. Amy had a surprised look before the fist connected and sent her tripping off to the left. Christy followed up with a weaker left hook.
Amy was back and she nailed Christy with a brutal right. Christy kept her bearings and cracked a punch across the punks jaw. Amy quickly landed an answering blow to Christy's face.
Amy couldn't go on like this, despite her girly awkwardness Christy had almost a foot on her and punched hard. As the two schoolgirls swapped punches Christy was gaining momentum, getting two, sometimes three punches in before Amy could do anything to stop her.
At the next opportunity Amy punched the brunette as hard as she could the followed up by grabbing the back of the girls head. The Junior kept her hold and jumped off the ground smashing Christy's pretty face brutally across the knee.
The tall brunette bounced off the knee and staggered around like a drunk before finally keeling over.
Amy grinned and goaded her friends on. She won this fight fair and square and no one could call it a cheap shot. But she wasn't done with Christy yet.
Amy flipped Christy over on her back and wrapped her arm around the big girls throat, bracing it by pulling on her own hand. Christy gurgled try to breath but Amy shifted to get in even deeper.
Christy did her best to wrestle out of the hold. She tried standing but she was still dazed by being on the receiving end of the fist fight. She tried flipping back on to her belly but Amy kept compensating expertly. Christy finally groped around and found Amy's little foot and pulled.
Amy had a harder time controlling Christy with her leg being yanked, and Christy got out of the headlock. Amy still had the momentum though and tackled Christy clumsily. She managed to punch the Senior in the face before Christy put a hand up and pushed her face away.
Amy didn't have enough weight to hold Christy down and the big girl quickly had her on her back with her arms pinned under her knees. Christy snarled mockingly and punched Amy freely. For a few minutes Amy was pinned helpless under the senior, victim to a steady barrage of slaps and punches.
C
Christy was getting confident, and she growled as she sank her teeth into Amy's blouse and tore off a button. Amy could only manage an unthreatening, "...bitch" before Christy punched her in the face again.
Christy grabbed two handfuls of the Junior's shirt and ripped the garment open. Cloth tore and buttons popped and suddenly Amy's torso was exposed to the elements. She had big breasts for her size, and her stomach had definition.
Christy quietly ran a finger from Amy's nose, down her neck and bosom, to her belly button. Amy's eyes were wide with shock, she suspected Christy might be a lesbian, she seemed to like to grope Amy whenever she could.
The brunette punched her rag doll a few more times before getting off of her at last. Amy tried to stifle tears as she feebly tried to crawl away. She didn't get far before hands were on her again pulling the collar of her shirt. Amy desperately tried to get to her feet and run away but Christy pulled the blouse off her. Amy's arms were restrained for a moment before she broke free and tripped forward landing on her face.
Amy yelped crossing her arms over her breasts. Thankfully Christy didn't think to remove her bra while she had the chance. Amy was furious now she kept one arm up to cover herself and went after Christy with a vengeance. Christy had her back to Amy capitalizing on her supporters cheers and chants to "Strip her! Strip her!"
The Junior got two handfuls of cloth and tore downward. Christy was surprised as the fabric of her sleeves ripped down to her wrists. Amy spun her around, grabbed the neck line of the uniform shirt and tore the white shirt wide open. The remains of the shirt tangled in Christy's arms and she could do nothing as Amy put a hand on each of her narrow hips and ripped her skirt of by the seem.
There was a moment of silence as the gathered people drank in the lithe body of Christy. Her shirt was in tatters hanging off her skinny arms and she was only wearing a skimpy bra and panties and a garter belt to hold up those hot leggings. Both of the girls shoes were long gone by now.
The brunette screamed in horror and rage. She fought her way out her own top and charged Amy.
Amy was ready for her. As the tall brunette bore down on her Amy stepped in and caught her in the tummy with a punch from the hip.
Christy's eyes bulged as she folded over Amy's fist. "Oof!"
Amy, half naked, and getting tired, decided to finish this. She sent another fist into Christy's stomach before she could catch her breath fully. Christy inhaled sharply and let out a painful "Ooooooppph!"
The Senior was on her knees grunting unladylike. Amy started to pull her up by the roots of her hair, but Christy managed to yank her skirt down. Both sides cheered, they were getting quite a show out of these two today.
"That's it you slut!" Amy yelled trying to cover up. She yanked hard at Christy's legging and they ripped away.
"Bitch!" cried Christy, she hooked her fingers in Amy's tights and tore them off of her in a single pull.
Amy held onto the Brunette's bra, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh fucking try me!" shouted Amy snapping the bra before pulling it down.
Christy's mouth dropped. She didn't bother to cover up, but instead attacked Amy's underwear. She tore away the girls bra with one hand and then pulled her panties down.
Amy struggled to pull her panties back up but didn't get far before Christy balled a fist and slammed it into her belly. The blow took Amy's off the ground and she grunted before doubling over.