Body Rock Don't Stop!

Bonita vs. Immensia


Bonita Bodyrock was your average high school student she was an A/B student a
member of the French Club, the Black Culture Club, and the Modern Dance Club.
She liked the latest fashions, the most popular music and the most popular
boys and one of them liked her too; that(s where the trouble started. The
boy(s name was Terrique Robinson. (T( for short. Womack High Schools( (home of
the Warlords) starting point guard; 6(1( 165lbs of greased lighting and
Jordan-like skill. Being ruggedly handsome in a boyish sort of way did not
hurt either. Most of the girls would have given anything for his attention but
they only giggled and spoke with giddiness when he passed by. Reason being he
had a very jealous very violent ex-girl by the name of Immensia Storming, she
called herself (I Storm( for short and had that sown into all of her athletic
gear.

She was the captain of the girl(s basketball, volleyball, track, and wrestling
teams. She had only two passions in life; sports and getting her man (T( back.
There was a slight misunderstanding last year at a junior class picnic; (T(
brought his 1st cousin Locell visiting from Mississippi, (I Storm( only heard
via cell phone that (T( was with another girl. That(s all she needed to hear,
she lived up to her name showed up and stormed in. After being peppered with
sundry boxing combinations, pile driven onto the hood of a car and suflexed
off of a picnic table Locell needed 25 stitches, a neck brace and her jaw
wired when (I Storm( was done. (T( never spoke to Immensia again despite her
desperate pleas, but no girl dare go out with him after that until he asked
Bonita to the Homecoming Dance.

The night (T( asked her Bonita phoned and told her best friend. Bonita(s best
friend was one Shantell Parker who was also her chief advisor; (Girl is you
sick? That big part-time dike will kick yo( @$$! You better find someone else
to go to the dance with( (I(m not worried about that girl besides that
incident was last year and I(m sure she is over (T( by now( replied Bonita.
(Look Boo, we are not talking about a normal human being if she is human at
all; the verdict is still out on that one( she said sarcastically. Bonita
broke into laughter; (just what do you think she will do Shan? (She is going
to call you out( replied Shantell ( and if I refuse? Questioned Bonita? She
will put you in a situation where you have to fight her; look Bonita if it
goes down and I(m around I got yo( back, aight? (aight replied Bonita as she
smiled and hung up. One week before the Homecoming Dance Bonita started
receiving anonymous threats by, note, phone and messenger warning to cancel
her date with (T(. She ignored them she was not afraid simply because she did
not believe that a girl with so much going for her like Immensia would be so
silly as to fight over a boy especially after it blew up in her face last
year; she was wrong. (I Storm( like most heroes and icons had a fatal flaw,
hers was (T(, she has liked him since the 5th grade and planned to be his
wife, have his children and grow very old with him. If anyone threatened her
plans she would destroy her.

One day after a dance rehearsal Bonita stayed behind to talk to her instructor
about some routines for the next recital. Suddenly the PA system came on and
the dance instructor and all the athletic staff were summoned to the main
office for an emergency meeting. So Bonita and she agreed to talk the next day
and Bonita headed for the girl(s locker room to take a much-needed shower. She
noticed some strange looks as she passed by but shrugged them off. High school
girls always give people strange looks( she thought. The lockers were
sectioned off by metal chain linked enclosures, like a cage that had doors.
They were locked every evening when the students and faculty were gone. As
Bonita was opening her locker, stepped out of her leotard and reached for a
towel she heard feet behind her then the door slam shut so she turned to see
who it was. (Hello Dancer( said (I Storm( Yes it was Immensia inside the cage,
nude with muscles flexing; (there was an unwritten law among the female
athletes that all conflict should start and finish in the cage and in the
nude) for battle. About fifty girls were pressing against the cage in
anticipation of a blood bath.

The contrast between these two athletic beauties alone was intriguing enough
to draw a crowd of any gender. (I Storm( was 5(10 155lbs, flawlessly
symmetrical 36-22-36, jet black corn rowed locks usually tied back for action.
Capacious erotic shoulders, powerful arms, jaunty prominent breasts set upon
unrivaled pecks, sensual cascading stomach muscles that grew out of her pelvis
as an animated eight pack. Her bowed legs and diamond shaped lower muscles fit
perfectly with her curvaceous flexing quads and prime rounded erotic rump.

Bonita was a golden hued vision of agile beauty, a body like a super-hero,
5(5( 135lbs, 36-18-38, a childlike face with a prominent but not overly large
fore head, silky yet potent shoulders, delectable flaxen chest melons
voluminous yet defying gravity, well-sculpted abdominal muscles that pour like
melted butter into the voluptuous mounds called her hips and lustrous glutei
bounteous with twin muscularity. Her shapely thighs quaked with Olympic
striations and her matchless lower legs gave visual challenge to her nemesis.

All the spectators were female and half of them were lesbian or (BI( so to see
these two physical specimens of female excellence caused some to drool with
their lecherous lips pressed against the wire.

(I tried to give you a chance to back away but you had to go for bad so lets
just see how bad you are( said (I Storm(. (Look Immensia I(SMACK! (I Storm(
punched her in the mouth and the crowd let out a unified OOOoooo! Bonita fell
back against the locker with a split lip, then Immensia grabbed her by the
neck with both hands hurled her around throwing her against the wire. Before
she could respond the larger girl came crashing into her knee too upper chest
pressing her head and shoulders into the fence. Bonita losing air fast and
realizing that she could not muscle the brown goddess off her so she jabbed
her in the soft part of her neck with her right foot and speared her in the
crotch with her left. This time Immensia fell back choking and holding her
womanhood. Bonita was now on her feet, her mighty orb-like breasts rising and
falling like twin suns, simultaneously her epigastria causing her rib cage and
abs to contract. She was slow to attack thinking, no hoping that it might be
over, this was a mistake. Immensia caught her breath and charged Bonita
striking her with her elbow on the side of her nose causing some blood to
trickle out of her left nostril; Immensia then wrapped herself around Bonita
with a headlock and single leg lock. Bonita(s face was buried in Immensia(s
ample bosom while her head was being crushed by her vice-like arm her left
thigh locked securely as their bodies reclined on the hard wood bench next to
the fence. Bonita(s only thought was "where is Shantell now?"

[pic] The crowd was deafening with screams of encouragement and instruction
for them both. Bonita(s arms were busy seeking freedom from the punishing
headlock while she employed her right heel to pound Immensia(s left kidney.
Lying atop Bonita like chocolate syrup poured on French Vanilla, Immensia
squeezed and Bonita exhaled a growl of agony and when Bonita hammered her heel
into Immensia(s back Immensia winced gritting her teeth. Bonita finally
gripped Immensia(s chin and grabbed the back of her hair twisting her body
toppling them to the floor. They grappled a while, their moist nubile flesh
slapping the concrete as they performed hold and counter hold; this series of
moves and Kama Sutra like contortions caused the gay half of their audience to
moan and sigh simultaneously. Immensia being the larger more experienced
fighter kept her superior position but made the mistake of initiating a head
butting challenge, which she lost; she felt as if she had struck her head
against a bowling ball.

While Immensia was recovering from her failed assault Bonita managed to wrap
her supple thighs about the big girl(s neck. For the first time Immensia was
in real trouble and she knew it; Bonita secured her figure four hold with
gripping and pulling back on her right ankle and grabbing a hand full of
Immensia(s hair from the top. Immensia(s face was buried deeply between the
golden warrior(s pulsating sweaty thighs. Immensia reached for Bonita(s
breasts clamping down hard which solicited a blood curdling scream, (Oh you
B!%@#!( was accompanied by a sustained howling. Nonetheless Bonita did not
release her hold knowing that if she did it would mean her demise. So with
tears streaming down her cheeks, blood trickling down her breasts, sweat
pouring from her nubile physique, her back arched and butt quivering she held
on to her suffocating hold. Immensia did not accept what seemed to be a clear
defeat; she positioned her legs into a low squat. Her sexy sweltering
posterior exhibiting each fiber of muscular development as Immensia with
unbelievable strength lifted her smaller foe into the air wearing her like an
ancient war mask. Then she slammed her to the concrete floor, (WHAP!( Bonita(s
eyes bulged; she coughed, then gasped for air and though she was sure
something ruptured in her back Bonita did not let go. Once Bonita caught her
breath she tightened the hold like a powerful golden serpent about to devour
her prey. Immensia started to gag, as her carotid artery became more
constricted, she relaxed her claw hold on Bonita(s breasts into a pleading
squeeze and her epigastria was exaggerated while her glutei bounced and
rotated on the wet floor involuntarily. These movements slowly subsided
indicating this combative intercourse was coming to a close. Immensia was now
reaching for air, her hands quivering then suddenly still and flat on the
floor, her pelvis no longer moving, and her body only twitching occasionally.
The crowd was silent with shock, realizing that a little dancer had conquered
the mighty (I Storm(. Bonita slowly released Immensia, rolled her over and
reluctantly did what was expected by that crowd knowing that she could not be
seen as weak or she would be challenged again. Bonita mounted Immensia crotch
to face raised her fists above her head, battered breasts perked and her
flawless belly damp with the secretions of conflict. Bonita began to slowly
rotate her sumptuous perspiration varnished hips as the crowd chanted
repeatedly (Bodyrock, Bodyrock, Bodyrock Don(t Stop!(

G-Man