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Road Rage by Countrymouse 11
Sarah’s pink BMW stopped suddenly as it impacted with the old yellow VW in front of her. The blonde lurched forward slightly, cursing as she messed up her lipstick. Sarah sighed in frustration realizing she was probably going to be late for the basketball game.
Sarah got out of the car and adjusted her clothes. She wore a tight pullover with long sleeves cropped a few inches too short so that it bared her belly. The cheer top was red with black trim and had “Bearcats” emblazoned on the front. Her matching pleated skirt was very short and showed off more leg and hip than any mother would approve of.
“Fuck!” she muttered under her breath when she saw that the driver, she hit was also a woman. The girl, Bree, was about Sarah’s age, early 20’s, and was very likely a student from the same school. If it were a guy, Sarah could cry her way out of it, but women wouldn’t fall for that bullshit. The best she could hope for is that Bree would be reasonable.
The blonde cheerleader threw her hands up “It’s okay. I have insurance. It’s not a big deal.”
Bree’s face screwed up in rage. “What do you mean it’s not a big deal you Bitch! You were putting on makeup, and you destroyed my rear end!”
“You wish!” The blonde giggled unable to keep a straight face. She forced herself to look serious, “But it’s just a junky old car. You don’t even have to repair it...”
SLAP! Before the cheerleader could finish her statement, Bree hauled off and slapped her. The sound echoed out into the street, which was starting to fill bystanders and cars. Blonde hair flew sideways, and Sarah staggered a few steps after it.
When Sarah caught her bearings, she walked right into another open palm from Bree. SLAP! This one spun her around completely. The girl staggered drunkenly, trying desperately to keep her feet underneath her. She stumbled right then left till she ran headlong into her own car, bounced off of it, spun again then fell on her ass.
Sarah teared up as she held her burning cheek. Bree was a champion slapper. Her cheek stung like hell, but she was careful not to hit her ear so that Sarah wouldn’t miss out on the gathering crowd laughing at her clumsy pratfall.
“You Bitch!” The humiliation drove Sarah to stupidity. She jumped up, still holding her stinging cheek, and went for Bree’s hair. The girls dug their hands into each other’s manes wrestling and cussing but not really doing any damage to each other. This went on for a few seconds till Bree pulled her fist back and thumped it into the blonde’s tight midriff.
“Oh… h … h … h!” Sarah squeaked. Bree caught her by surprise and her firm abs weren’t ready for it. Sarah lifted her head, curls of blonde hair falling across her face. Her blue eyes crossed as air exploded from her gut. Sarah was dizzy and disoriented, clinging to Bree for balance. She couldn’t move or breathe or find the floor with her feet.
“Hey!” Sarah complained as Bree yanked her cheer shirt up over her face. She could feel the cold air breeze across her exposed stomach as she struggled blindly. She was a dedicated gym bunny and had a tiny, defined core.
“Eek!” Sarah cried out. Things got worse as she felt Bree’s hand manipulate the snap and zipper of her skirt. Another tug and the skirt slid down to her ankles.
Somewhere beyond the darkness, there was an eruption of applause as the blonde cheerleader was stripped to her bikini underwear. She had a natural hour-glass figure, with big boobs and wide hips, but a tiny wasp-waist. It was clear Sarah spent hours in the gym and a truly bangin’ body was the result.
Sarah was both mortified and flattered by the catcalls. She stumbled and kicked but Bree had a hold of her shirt and her arms were pinned above her head. Bree slammed the blonde against the BMW and dug her fist into the girl's sleek abs.
“Let go of me… Ow!” The heavy car behind her prevented any give so her gut absorbed the punch full force. “Uhn!”
"I hate you fucking cheerleader sluts!" Bree barked.
Sarah lifted a slender leg in defense but it was slapped away and followed up by another uppercut to her belly. “Oof!”
"Oh, one of those girls! I'm in trouble..." Sarah guessed Bree was one of those kids that prettier girls like Sarah picked on in grade school. Bree seemed hell-bent on beating out years of bitterness on her. Not that she could do anything about it. After delivering several punishing body blows Bree whipped Sarah’s shirt completely off and dragged her by the hair into the street.
The blonde bombshell shuffled after her assailant, stripped to her brassiere and bikini briefs. Sarah looked down at herself. Yeah, she was in her underwear alright. She glanced around. About a dozen lucky men, women, and children were getting quite a show. It is not everyday traffic is stopped by two hot girls fighting.
Bree hooked under her arms under her victim’s shoulders. She held onto Sara’s bra strap effectively controlling the girl’s torso. Bree lifted her knee up into Sarah’s vulnerable stomach bringing her to her toes. Her big blue eyes blinked, and she grunted deeply “Ulf!”
The next knee that violated her poor belly lifted Sarah off the ground. “Ulf!”
A half dozen gut-wrenching knees brought them back to Sarah's BMW. Bree drove home an old 1-2 "Oof! Ooh!" and tossed the girl on to the hood of the car. The bombshell lay on her back, spread eagle sobbing for breath. Bree grabbed the front of the girl’s bra and tore it off with a strong pull. She noted that they were real, and they were spectacular.
She went to Sarah’s car and stole her keys, cash, and phone. Of course, the dumbass didn’t have a password on her phone. Bree used Sara's phone snapped several full-frontal pictures of her. These she sent to everyone on the girl’s contact list. Then she threw the girl's clothes and belongings into the trunk of Sara’s car and slammed it closed. Blondie was going to have a hard time getting home.
Bree jumped back into her VW bug without leaving her insurance information. It was not a big deal. Just a fender bender…
Sarah’s pink BMW stopped suddenly as it impacted with the old yellow VW in front of her. The blonde lurched forward slightly, cursing as she messed up her lipstick. Sarah sighed in frustration realizing she was probably going to be late for the basketball game.
Sarah got out of the car and adjusted her clothes. She wore a tight pullover with long sleeves cropped a few inches too short so that it bared her belly. The cheer top was red with black trim and had “Bearcats” emblazoned on the front. Her matching pleated skirt was very short and showed off more leg and hip than any mother would approve of.
“Fuck!” she muttered under her breath when she saw that the driver, she hit was also a woman. The girl, Bree, was about Sarah’s age, early 20’s, and was very likely a student from the same school. If it were a guy, Sarah could cry her way out of it, but women wouldn’t fall for that bullshit. The best she could hope for is that Bree would be reasonable.
The blonde cheerleader threw her hands up “It’s okay. I have insurance. It’s not a big deal.”
Bree’s face screwed up in rage. “What do you mean it’s not a big deal you Bitch! You were putting on makeup, and you destroyed my rear end!”
“You wish!” The blonde giggled unable to keep a straight face. She forced herself to look serious, “But it’s just a junky old car. You don’t even have to repair it...”
SLAP! Before the cheerleader could finish her statement, Bree hauled off and slapped her. The sound echoed out into the street, which was starting to fill bystanders and cars. Blonde hair flew sideways, and Sarah staggered a few steps after it.
When Sarah caught her bearings, she walked right into another open palm from Bree. SLAP! This one spun her around completely. The girl staggered drunkenly, trying desperately to keep her feet underneath her. She stumbled right then left till she ran headlong into her own car, bounced off of it, spun again then fell on her ass.
Sarah teared up as she held her burning cheek. Bree was a champion slapper. Her cheek stung like hell, but she was careful not to hit her ear so that Sarah wouldn’t miss out on the gathering crowd laughing at her clumsy pratfall.
“You Bitch!” The humiliation drove Sarah to stupidity. She jumped up, still holding her stinging cheek, and went for Bree’s hair. The girls dug their hands into each other’s manes wrestling and cussing but not really doing any damage to each other. This went on for a few seconds till Bree pulled her fist back and thumped it into the blonde’s tight midriff.
“Oh… h … h … h!” Sarah squeaked. Bree caught her by surprise and her firm abs weren’t ready for it. Sarah lifted her head, curls of blonde hair falling across her face. Her blue eyes crossed as air exploded from her gut. Sarah was dizzy and disoriented, clinging to Bree for balance. She couldn’t move or breathe or find the floor with her feet.
“Hey!” Sarah complained as Bree yanked her cheer shirt up over her face. She could feel the cold air breeze across her exposed stomach as she struggled blindly. She was a dedicated gym bunny and had a tiny, defined core.
“Eek!” Sarah cried out. Things got worse as she felt Bree’s hand manipulate the snap and zipper of her skirt. Another tug and the skirt slid down to her ankles.
Somewhere beyond the darkness, there was an eruption of applause as the blonde cheerleader was stripped to her bikini underwear. She had a natural hour-glass figure, with big boobs and wide hips, but a tiny wasp-waist. It was clear Sarah spent hours in the gym and a truly bangin’ body was the result.
Sarah was both mortified and flattered by the catcalls. She stumbled and kicked but Bree had a hold of her shirt and her arms were pinned above her head. Bree slammed the blonde against the BMW and dug her fist into the girl's sleek abs.
“Let go of me… Ow!” The heavy car behind her prevented any give so her gut absorbed the punch full force. “Uhn!”
"I hate you fucking cheerleader sluts!" Bree barked.
Sarah lifted a slender leg in defense but it was slapped away and followed up by another uppercut to her belly. “Oof!”
"Oh, one of those girls! I'm in trouble..." Sarah guessed Bree was one of those kids that prettier girls like Sarah picked on in grade school. Bree seemed hell-bent on beating out years of bitterness on her. Not that she could do anything about it. After delivering several punishing body blows Bree whipped Sarah’s shirt completely off and dragged her by the hair into the street.
The blonde bombshell shuffled after her assailant, stripped to her brassiere and bikini briefs. Sarah looked down at herself. Yeah, she was in her underwear alright. She glanced around. About a dozen lucky men, women, and children were getting quite a show. It is not everyday traffic is stopped by two hot girls fighting.
Bree hooked under her arms under her victim’s shoulders. She held onto Sara’s bra strap effectively controlling the girl’s torso. Bree lifted her knee up into Sarah’s vulnerable stomach bringing her to her toes. Her big blue eyes blinked, and she grunted deeply “Ulf!”
The next knee that violated her poor belly lifted Sarah off the ground. “Ulf!”
A half dozen gut-wrenching knees brought them back to Sarah's BMW. Bree drove home an old 1-2 "Oof! Ooh!" and tossed the girl on to the hood of the car. The bombshell lay on her back, spread eagle sobbing for breath. Bree grabbed the front of the girl’s bra and tore it off with a strong pull. She noted that they were real, and they were spectacular.
She went to Sarah’s car and stole her keys, cash, and phone. Of course, the dumbass didn’t have a password on her phone. Bree used Sara's phone snapped several full-frontal pictures of her. These she sent to everyone on the girl’s contact list. Then she threw the girl's clothes and belongings into the trunk of Sara’s car and slammed it closed. Blondie was going to have a hard time getting home.
Bree jumped back into her VW bug without leaving her insurance information. It was not a big deal. Just a fender bender…
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