Very Low

Imogen’s face had already dropped. Her luck had run out again. Alma’s face was one of fury, her teeth gritted hard, waiting for the buzzer to sound.

The five minutes began. Alma wasted no time in leaping after Imogen, determined to have her revenge. The girl had learned. Bragging had left her in her underwear. Now she was coming for Imogen.

Imogen put her hands up, expecting the blows to begin raining in. The redhead changed tack and fired her foot directly between Imogen’s legs. Her mouth fell open, her breath being forced out as the cunt punt hit home. The dancer’s hands went to the front of her shorts as her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.

Alma was on her in an instant. She was turned over as the pain kept her paralyzed. She soon found Alma looking up at her as she planted her thong-covered ass directly on her midsection.

“You wanna strip me?” Alma gripped her ponytail and slapped her across the cheek. “You wanna fuck me?”

Imogen had no answer for the fiery redhead’s wrath. The slaps Alma delivered to her felt like nothing compared to the kick.

Alma reached back to grab Imogen’s hands, still clamped across the front of her shorts, and forced them above her head. With Imogen firmly immobilized, it was Alma’s turn to lean in close.

“Now it’s my turn. You’re going to be the school slut when I’m finished with you.”

Alma made sure her full weight was positioned on Imogen’s stomach. The dancer attempted to move her away or even to turn over, but it was useless.

Imogen’s eyes almost bulged out of her skull as she felt Alma’s hands going toward her shorts. Her fingers fumbled as she blindly groped over the top of the black denim until she found the gold button. A few seconds of struggling passed, and Imogen felt the terrifying sensation of the gold button coming undone. With Alma glaring into her eyes the whole time, she jerked the zipper down.

Imogen growled as she continued to try to shift Alma. She couldn’t allow her to turn and gain access to her shorts, or she would lose them.

“You ready for everyone to see everything?”

“It won’t happen.” Imogen managed to sit up partially. “You’re going to be the one naked.”

Alma thrust her down again with ease. Her superior positioning meant even Imogen’s strength advantage meant nothing. But then Alma did something Imogen didn’t expect. Using one hand planted firmly on one of her tits and one hand free, she forced her hand into the front of her shorts and down inside her thong.

“Wait, no…”

Alma’s fingers dove and explored into the depths of her most intimate area. She, too, took only a short time to become wet.

Imogen squealed as she kicked her legs, begging for something, anything to save her. Or at least prevent Alma from beginning the rhymic motions that would bring her closer to the peak. So much time to go. So much time to cum.