Spring Break Catfight Part 9
As Leslie tried to rub the some feeling back into her legs, Jeanette charged her. She barely had time to put up her hands to catch the charging blonde. Jeanette easily toppled the taller brunette over landing on top of the surprised Leslie.
Leslie fought hard but Jeanette was able to scramble on top of Leslie straddling her waist. As Leslie grabbed for some part of Jeanette's body to pull her over, Jeanette seized Leslie's wrists.
“Gotcha again Lezzy.” Jeanette taunted.
“F*ck,” Leslie muttered as Jeanette rolled off her keeping her thighs around Leslie's waist. The blonde pulled Leslie over on her side keeping the brunette’s wrists firmly in her grip. This time Leslie felt Jeanette's powerful thighs go to work on her ribs.
“Oh my god!” Leslie exclaimed as she thought her ribs would break from the pressure.
“You know I should have mentioned that my older brother wrestled in high school and is now on a college team," Jeanette said. "Guess who he used to wrestle with around the house. He showed me a lot of things.”
Jeanette then poured on the pressure.
“Stop!” Leslie shouted.
“You giving up already?” Jeanette asked.
“F*ck you, its not over.” Leslie replied defiantly.
“Really?” Jeanette answered letting off the pressure of her scissor hold only to reapply the moments later.
Jeanette saw tears forming in Leslie's eyes as the two lay face-to-face. Leslie closed her eyes as she saw Jeanette's gaze turn to a cruel smile. The blonde could have squeezed a submission out of the hurting brunette but Jeanette wanted to have more fun with her wounded prey.
“Get up.” Jeanette ordered as she unwrapped her legs from Leslie's waist.
After getting to her feet, Jeanette waited for Leslie to pull herself off the sand. The cheerleader made her move as Leslie bent at the waist holding her side for some relief. The brunette felt Jeanette grab one of her wrists and then twist her arm behind her back.
Leslie tried to dance around and twist out of the hold but Jeanette pushed the brunette’s arm as far up her back as possible. After walking Leslie around on her tiptoes for a bit, Jeanette kicked the back of her adversary’s knees sending the taller brunette down into the sand on her knees until Jeanette pulled her back to a sitting position.
It didn’t take the cheerleader long to let go of Leslie's captured arm and then put the brunette in a new hold. Jeanette snaked an arm around Leslie's neck with the crook of her elbow wrapping around her throat, Leslie found herself on the bad end of a sleeper hold.
“Gotcha again,” Jeannette taunted Leslie whispering in the brunette’s ear.
Jeanette laughed at Leslie as she heard her foe gurgling for air.
“I thought you would be tougher than this. If I knew you were this pathetic I would have kicked your ass a long time ago,” Jeanette teased.
Lisa reached up with her left hand, grabbed a handful of blonde hair over her shoulder and pulled as hard as she could. While she pulled Jeanette's hair, Lisa elbowed the blonde but with little effect after the first blow Jeanette twisted her side a little and the blows barely glanced off her sides.
Leslie's hair pulling caused only a bit of pain for Jeanette the major effect it had brought Jeanette's face even closer to Leslie's to the point where Jeanette's nose touched Leslie's ear. The brunette shivered as the rhythmic warm air tickled her sensitive ears.
“This had to be humiliating for you -- the big tough jock dyke girl getting her ass kicked by the pretty cheerleader.” Jeanette whispered.
Jeanette eased off the pressure a little, not wanting Leslie to pass out. She wanted to hear if her foe was ready to submit.
“You’re not pretty,” Leslie defiantly muttered.
Jeanette giggled as she made Leslie pay for her remark by pouring on the pressure for a moment to let the captured girl know she could put her out at any moment.
“You’re right. I’m not pretty. I’m hot. So it’s the hot sexy cheerleader kicking the big dumb carpet munching lezbo’s ass in public.” Jeanette countered.
Leslie didn’t have a smart comeback after Jeanette let off the pressure of the sleeper.
“You know when I would wrestle my brother and his friend I would get kinda turned on. I mean not in a I-want-to-fuck-my-brother sorta way. But with all of the close intimate contact what’s a girl to do? You know what I mean?” Jeanette asked.
Leslie refused to ask.
“I bet your nipples are all hard and pointy with my warm breath in your ear and my boobs mashing into your back,” Jeanette taunted and then rubbed her tits across Leslie's back.
Jeanette was right but Leslie did not give Jeanette the satisfaction of agreeing with the blonde. She told herself it was from the adrenaline of the fight. Jeanette slipped her had into one of Lelie's cups and began to play with one of Lelie's rock hard nipples beforetwisting it violently.
“What? No answer? I guess you’re thinking about my pussy or maybe your naked walk back to the hotel," Jeanette said with a hearty laugh.
"I tell you that will be too funny. Think about all of the people running around a lot of them with cameras. Your life could be ruined in one weekend. Just think about it Lezzy, one guy taking several naked pictures of you and posting them on the internet with your full name attached.
"Just think of the possibilities,” Jeanette said as she continued to goad Leslie and play with her trapped nipple.
End of Part 9
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