Golf club...fail

She has two clubs, so you're quick and quiet to pick up the one nearby. You wince from the pounding ache in your womanhood as you struggle to rise. To your horror, she peeks behind her briefly and jumps up with the other golf club in hand. You swing first and aim for her left tit with an anger that arises solely from the feeling of a close friend's betrayal. You feel the little resistance her breast can give all the way into the grip of the club as you watch it bounce around...it felt like the same "lag" that that that baseball gave you when you swung a homerun in P.E. last week. You're relieved to see her stumble and fall completely as the blow couldn't be more dead-on.

As she drops her golf club and cries out, cradling her tit, you feel the urge to capitalize. "We were supposed to be FRIENDS" you say to her with hurt, hatred, and sadness. You take a breath and reach into your underwear to ease your sore lips as you look down at her. She just breaths rapidly, and says nothing. This is all you get? The sound of silence? Fuck that! Fuck her! You remove your hand from your pussy (your hand's kind of wet, but you disregard it) and stomp towards her and swing your leg to kick her foot out to open her legs up. Before you could react, though, she thrusts her left leg right into your pussy with what feels like all she's got. Thank god she didn't get your clit, but your sore lips get thrust into your pubic bone harshly. Due to your momentum, the damage was only heightened as you instinctively release the golf club and cup your crushed cunt. The dull, receding ache that was previously inbetween your legs grows exponentially as your legs shake. Within a second, you collapse to the floor from the pain.

You hear her get up and breathe a little. "You'll regret that, bitch!" she says through clenched teeth. She sounds livid. Panicking, you try your best to crawl away from her as you slip your right hand into your panties. You don't get far before she straddles you, locking you in place. The two of you lock eyes as you try to buck her off with your hips. You're unsuccessful. Realizing that she has two hands to hit you with, and you only have one (your hand is stuck inbetween your legs now) you try to pull your other hand out from under her...to no avail. You scream out in fear as you watch her raise her fists up above her head and slam your tits in rapid succession, crushing them flat over and over again into your ribcage. Your one-armed defense does little to stop the onslaught as you try, yet again, to buck her off before you're finally able pry your other hand out from under her. You immediately grapple with both of her arms, struggling to grab at her wrists as the sickening pain in your breasts forces tears to stroll down your face. You see her shift upwards towards your face a little as she rips her arms out of your weak grasp. You cover up your boobs to defend against the coming onslaught but, to your utter relief, she moves her left hand to cradle the tit that you whacked. "Gah, fuck!" She takes a moment to focus on it as she closes her eyes tightly and tilts her head to the ceiling. She looks back down at you and scrunches her face up into pained anger. You keep your hands on your throbbing tits. You watch as she speedily reaches behind her with her other hand. You know what she's gonna do. Before you can beg, you feel her hand roughly grip your sensitive womanhood through your leggings with enough **** to make you jolt. Your legs instinctively close up tightly on her arm, but it's too late. She looks into your pleading eyes. She stares into you.