Patreon Exclusive: Better Than the Real Thing!

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I know that it has been a bit of a content drought for readers who dislike feminization stories, so I hurried to finish this next short story, themed around the tag "strap-on"

I tried to actually make this a "short" story this time because my patreon exclusives have been getting a little bloated lately. I hope, therefore, that it doesn't feel rushed! I had a lot of fun writing this one as a palette cleanser!

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Amber Koch had a passionate hatred for popular girls. And, more often than not, the feeling was mutual. It had been that way ever since middle school.

As far as Amber could tell, the only thing she had done wrong was to have her tits grow in before the other girls. That was all it took to be labeled a slut. All through high school, Amber hoped that she could change the minds of the pretty, popular girls by acting meek and kind and chaste. But that didn’t matter. Those beautiful, bratty girls, with their cute outfits and catty smiles and eyes shining with mockery and hate, never seemed to need a reason to call Amber a slut. Everyone already knew she was one after all; it had been common knowledge ever since middle school.

In her senior year, Amber decided: fuck it, if she was going to be called a slut no matter what she did, she might as well become one. So she started sleeping with her bully’s boyfriends. It was easy. A lot easier than she thought it would be. It turned out, that when you had Amber’s curvy figure and sultry good looks, all it took was a little encouraging dirty talk and even the most loyal of boyfriends could be putty in your hands.

And yeah, maybe after her early successes Amber got a little drunk on power. Maybe her choice of targets got a little broader. By the end of her freshman year of college, Amber had expanded beyond people who mistreated her. Any girl who had a certain look became fair game in Amber’s eyes.

Girls who were slim and pretty, with a sort of lithe grace were the problem. For some reason, they just set Amber’s teeth on edge. They made a strange, jealous fire burn inside her…. Amber felt an irrepressible need to reach out and ruin them. To Amber, even if that kind of girl seemed nice on the outside, it had to be an act. They reminded her too strongly of her bullies.

Once her roommate Clara, shaking her head at yet another story of a hot and steamy tryst with a “skinny bitch’s” boyfriend, told Amber, “Girl, you need to be careful. One of these days you’re going to mess with the wrong woman.”

But Amber had just laughed. “Clara, I’ve had a girl slap the shit out of me, had hair pulled out… hell, I’ve had a bottle broken over my head. I’ve run into the wrong bitch plenty of times. They can do their worst, but they can’t make me unfuck their boyfriend. If there is a skinny bitch on this campus who can beat me at my game, I haven’t met her.”

And that was true. She hadn’t met Hannah Lind yet.

…

Hannah Lind embodied all of the qualities that Amber loathed about “skinny bitches”.

She was jaw-droppingly beautiful, with cascades of dark, wavy hair, startling blue eyes, and curvy lips that always seemed to be faintly smiling at some hidden secret.

Her body, although not as eye-catching as Amber’s thick, luscious curves, sent Amber into a fuming rage just looking at it. Lithe, toned, and petite, it showed off the hard work that Hannah put in at the pool with its subtle, smooth muscle tone.

Because Hannah wasn’t just a pretty face. She was the star of the college swim team, taking home trophy after trophy. Not only that, she also found time to serve as the president of the student body. She was intelligent, talented, charming, and the darling of everyone she met.

In other words, perfect. Not a hair out of place, never flustered or cranky or caught off guard. When Amber first met her, it was hate at first sight.

Amber first crossed paths with Hannah when she started using the university pool for exercise. She had just been kicked out of a second gym after drama between her and a skinny bitch that worked there. Just like the gym before that. Amber needed to exercise regularly. Although she had come to love her big tits, wide hips, and round bubble butt, her build did mean she was always at risk of getting pudgy. She couldn’t have that; her favorite pastime of hunting for taken men meant she needed to look her best at all times.

So she decided to give swimming laps a try. And it was there that she saw Hannah. The first time she saw Hannah, she was standing and chatting warmly with the handsome, muscular lifeguard. She was wearing a one-piece suit: modest, but unable to hide the willowy grace of Hannah’s amazing body. Even without makeup, Hannah looked dewy and perfect, with little beads of water decorating her lashes and skin like jewels as she smiled and flirted with the lifeguard.

It normally took a little longer for Amber to decide a girl needed to be taken down a peg, but with Hannah, it was almost immediate. She knew who Hannah was, of course. It was hard to not at least be aware of who the student body president was. But seeing her in person set a fire inside Amber.

When she found out that Aaron Foss, the lifeguard Hannah was speaking to, was actually Hannah’s boyfriend… well, that made the plan simple and straightforward. Amber would steal Aaron right out from under Hannah’s nose, and all that skinny bitch would be able to do was watch and fume.

The fact that Hannah had never personally done anything to Amber was unimportant. At this point, fucking with skinny bitches was its own reward.

And so, as she returned to the pool on a daily basis, Amber’s swimsuits got a little more revealing. She started having friendly, flirty conversations with Aaron. The boy seemed to be dumb as a rock, which made everything much easier. Poor blushing Aaron didn’t know where to look when Amber leaned over to talk to him in his lifeguard chair, water dripping off her ripe, hanging tits.

Hannah clocked Amber’s actions immediately of course. Her perfect, pretty face fixed itself into a bitter expression every time Amber made an excuse to chat Aaron up. But what could Hannah do? She made a point of marching up and calling Aaron’s attention away from the interfering temptress whenever she could, but she was at the pool to train; she couldn’t guard her boyfriend the entire time.

At some point, Hannah clearly decided that Amber’s shameless flirting had crossed the line and had a talk with her man. Amber almost laughed when Aaron nervously told her that his girlfriend didn’t want them to speak anymore. It was cute. He was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend. But in the end, he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Amber ignored the fact that Aaron was nervously staring across the pool at the stone-faced Hannah and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t try to resist, big boy. We both know what I want, and we both know I’m going to get it. I’m going to feel the heat of that big cock in my hand. I'm going to wrap these pretty little lips around its thickness. I’m going to feel what it’s like to have you inside me. Soon. No matter what she says.”

Amber strutted away from the lifeguard chair, leaving Aaron red-faced, with a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. She smirked and twiddled her fingers at the gorgeous, furious skinny bitch watching her from the pool. Maybe that little display would make the couple break up. It had happened before when Amber rubbed a popular girl's nose in her seduction attempts. If that happened, Amber would fuck Aaron anyway, just to show that the breakup hadn’t deterred her. She did hope that Hannah would fight a little harder though. It would make it so much sweeter when she succeeded anyway.

She never even considered that the intelligent, powerful young Hannah Lind might have more creative ways of fighting back than the average popular girl.

…

Amber looked at herself in the locker room mirror. Tousled dirty blonde hair, rich brown eyes, and pouty lips. She looked as good as usual. But her face wasn’t the reason that boys found it hard to resist her.

She smoothed the tiny pink triangles of cloth over her big firm tits, arching her back a little to admire them. Then, with a confident smirk, she turned to see her profile from the side, eyes tracing the thick, luscious swell of her ass. Looking good. She was a bit worried that she had been spending too much time on seduction and not enough on exercise lately, but there were no signs of chubbiness detectable, just full, ripe, tempting womanhood.

Today was the day.

Today, she would turn up the heat and coax Aaron into following her. She planned to take him by the hand, march him right past his prissy little girlfriend, take him to a storage closet or pump room or something, and screw his brains out. He would protest at first no doubt, but Amber had seen the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants when she had dirty-talked him the other day, and she was confident that it wouldn’t take much to get him to crack.

She strode confidently over to the exit of the locker room, pushing on the door to the pool, ready to seductively walk across the room to her latest prey.

Clunk

Amber frowned. She pushed again. Clunk The door was catching on something. As if someone had moved something heavy in front of the door.

‘It’s a doorstop sweetie,” said a cool, amused voice from behind Amber, “You’re not going to be able to push it open that easily.”

Amber whirled to see Hannah Lind sitting on one of the benches. she was wearing her regular tight black one-piece swimsuit and was leaning casually back on both arms, her legs crossed with a foot swinging. As usual, not one of her lovely dark hairs was out of place. Amber could have sworn she was alone in the changing room just a moment before. Had this crazy bitch been hiding? Hannah wore an expression of faint amusement. The sight of her sent a thrill of deep-seated annoyance through Amber, as usual.

Amber scoffed, backing away from the blocked door and facing Hannah with her arms crossed beneath her impressive chest. “I’ve seen a lot of desperate moves, but this has to be the most pathetic,” she said, raising an eyebrow with a pitying smile. “Do you really think that this will keep me away from Aaron?”

If Hannah felt intimidated or desperate, she didn’t show it. She shook her head and said, “Not forever, no. But long enough.” The way she said it sent a prickle of apprehension through the back of Amber’s neck. Amber Immediately felt defensive, shifting her eyes around the locker room. Did this bitch have friends waitng to jump her?

But the locker room was empty, the only sound was the drip of water from the showerheads in the adjoining room. Amber turned her suspicious eyes back to the strangely confident woman on the changing room bench.

Hannah leaned forward, her elbow on her knee and her chin on her fist. “Let’s talk, Amber. Woman to Woman. You told my boyfriend that… well, let’s see… that you were going to feel his cock in your hand. That you were going to wrap your lips around it. That you wanted to feel him inside you. Do I have that right?”

Amber smirked.” So he told you, huh? Good for him. Yeah, I might have said something like that,” she said airily, “But it’s really up to him. If you aren’t able to stop him from fucking other women, it’s hardly my fault. Do you think you have what it takes? To stop us?”

Hannah shook a finger with a wide grin on her face. “You misunderstand me!” said Hannah with a chuckle. “I’m not trying to stop you. Quite the opposite in fact. Today I want to make sure you get exactly what you want!”

That brought Amber up short. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? Did she actually want Amber to fuck her boyfriend?

Hannah reached down and picked up a duffel bag sitting on the changing room floor behind her. “Let me show you something, sweetie,” she said, rifling through the bag. “Aaron is a great guy. Not the smartest man, but very kind and supportive. And, take it from me, he has a world-class cock. I’m not surprised you wanted a taste.”

Hannah seemed to find what she was looking for, but didn’t pull it out of the bag yet. She raised shining, excited eyes to Amber and said, “So this past Valentine’s Day, I knew just what I wanted as a gift. I’m afraid that I’m not willing to share Aaron’s cock itself, but today, you’re going to get the next best thing.”

Hannah pulled her hand out of the bag, revealing a big, flesh-toned dildo. Amber stared at it, bewildered. It was hyper-realistic: someone had lovingly recreated a life-like cock out of soft silicone with some sort of rigid core. Amber connected the dots. “Wait,” she said, her eyes widening, “You mean that that’s…”

“Aaron’s cock? Yes ma’am,” said Hannah happily. “Not from one of those cheap ‘clone-a-cock’ kits either. a real professional recreation. It cost him a fortune. Worth every penny when I have to travel without him for swim meets, believe me.”

Amber examined the fake dick again more closely, fascinated despite herself. It really did look like the real deal, and, based on the gentle squish of Hannah’s fingers, it looked like it would feel real as well. Amber’s eyes flicked back up to Hannah’s, seeing the strange, manic light burning there. This was getting a little too weird for her. What was this skinny bitch’s problem? Was she really offering to lend Amber a dildo?

Hannah waved the realistic cock back and forth, making it wobble slightly. “Do you know what you do with a naughty teenager when you catch them smoking, Amber?” asked Hannah in a light, amused tone. “You make them smoke a whole pack.” The dildo made a fleshy Thwap and Hannah slapped it down into her hand. “You wanted to know what my boyfriend’s cock felt like, and I intend to show you. I intend to burn the feeling of his cock so deep into your mind that you don’t even need to try the real thing.”

Hannah held out the fake dick with a teasing smirk. “You want to feel his cock in your hot little hand, didn’t you, sweetie? Well, come over here. Let’s get started.”

Something about Hannah’s smug face, her aggressive, obscene statements, and her as-always gorgeous looks sent that familiar old feeling flaring red hot in Amber’s core. Jealousy, annoyance, and, deeper, a flickering feeling of arousal that Amber would hotly deny, even to herself.

“You’re fucking crazy,” snarled Amber, turning away with a rapidly beating pulse and heading toward the entrance door.

Clunk

A feeling of panic swelled up in Amber and she pushed against the door frantically.

Clunk Clunk Clunk

Panic swelled up inside Amber for a moment. She should have realized that this crazy bitch would block both doors. Hannah must have had friends standing by outside to spring the trap. Amber looked over her shoulder at Hannah, still sitting in her swimsuit, her legs calmly crossed. The confident older girl raised her eyebrows and waggled the dildo. For some reason, the surge of panic didn’t diminish the strange hot, blended feeling inside Amber at all. Instead, it made the flames inside her leap higher.

Amber closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. So Hannah wouldn’t let this go without a confrontation. Fine. It wouldn’t be the first or last time that Amber had gone toe to toe with an angry victim of her games.

“Ahhh, running away, huh?” said Hannah in a gently mocking voice. “I have to admit that I’m disappointed. I thought you would be at least a little more brave than that.”

Amber’s eyes flew open, wide with anger. All of the fear and jealousy (and that sneaking, growing little sprout of lust) were drowned out in an instant by white-hot rage at the taunt. Amber forgot all about the blocked doors, marching right up to the cocky little bitch. “Afraid?” she asked scornfully, “Of what? A rubber cock? A skinny little bitch like you? Please. You want me to touch your dildo so badly? Fine. Hand it over.”

Hannah looked up, delighted at the response to her taunt. Her deep, evident confidence put a bit of a dent in Amber’s momentum. Where did this girl get all of that confidence from? That sneaking, elusive little trickle of arousal sent fluttering tendrils through Amber’s belly.

“Hand it over?” asked Hannah incredulously. “No, Sweetie, I have a better idea. We’re trying to give you a realistic experience, right?”

Amber watched in stunned silence as Hannah pulled some sort of leather harness out of her bag and swiftly strapped it around her waist. Comprehension dawned as Hannah slotted the round base of the dildo into the front of the strap-on device. It was a perfect fit.

Hannah sighed in satisfaction, spreading her legs to display the results of her handiwork. It was an obscene sight. What looked like a real cock now jutted up from Hannah’s slim, feminine hips, a strange, perverted, but not wholly unappealing mashup of male and female sexuality. “There. Perfect. That’s going to give you a lot more realistic experience, don’t you think? I want you to feel like you really got to play with my boyfriend’s cock after all.”

“You’re n-nuts,” said Amber blankly, her mouth suddenly dry. She felt more than ever her gnawing dislike for pretty, popular girls like Hannah, but for some reason, the combination of Hannah’s teasing forwardness and the sight of the cock sticking stiffly up between her spread, feminine thighs were making Amber feel confused and uncertain.

“What’s the matter?” purred Hannah, reaching down to play with her new cock with slow, languid strokes. “I thought I was just a skinny bitch with a rubber cock. Nothing to be afraid of, right? Why are you pussying out now?”

The mocking words sent another twinge of complex emotion racing through Amber that she fought to repress. She couldn’t let this bitch know she was afraid. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’ll play your game, you freak. This means nothing to me.” Taking a deep breath, Amber tentatively reached out. She was so focused on the strap-on between Hannah’s legs that she didn’t even notice that her posture placed her hanging, barely-covered tits right in Hannah’s line of sight. Unseen by Amber, Hannah’s eyes widened slightly, then looked away, a slight stain of pink briefly coloring her cheeks.

Just as she closed her slim fingers around the fake cock, Hannah let out a breathy moan. Amber looked up from the strap-on with wide shocked eyes, the erotic sound sending a wet, hot, squirming feeling through her belly. Hannah just smirked at her and giggled.

“Very funny, asshole,” growled Amber, trying to fight back the sudden wave of arousal the unexpected moan had caused. It wasn’t her fault! She was just responding to the obvious sexual imagery and undertones. She would just play Hannah’s just long enough to show that it didn’t bother her like Hannah was implying. Then she would demand to be set free. By force if necessary.

Amber began moving her loosely gripping hand up and down the fake cock. It really did feel like the real thing. It was even slightly warm, probably from when Hannah was handling it. Her hand didn’t move completely smoothly though, sticking a little on the soft rubber surface of the dildo.

“Where are my manners!” said Hannah with mock politeness. “Let me help you, sweetie.” Hannah leaned forward, delicately tucking a stray dark curl behind her ear. Amber realized what was about to happen just an instant before Hannah opened her lips and let a thick stream of warm saliva drool out onto the dildo.

A part of Amber’s mind recoiled in disgust, but for some reason she didn’t quite understand, her hand kept moving, sliding over the slick lubricating saliva and quickly coating the lifelike cock with it, turning her handjob into a squelching, silky-smooth glide.

“There,” said Hannah in a low, sultry voice, her ocean-blue eyes flicking upward to meet Amber’s with a strange, unwelcome jolt of sexual electricity, “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” said Amber automatically, the word puffing from between her lips before she could stop herself. Her cheeks flushed red as she internally cursed her stupid mouth. She was supposed to be showing this stuck-up bitch that her teasing had no effect, not playing into her sick little fantasy! But Hannah’s eyes didn’t look as mocking as they had a few minutes before. There was an odd, dangerous smolder there now.

“But that pose looks awkward,” mused Hannah with a faint smile playing on her curvy lips. “Don’t you think it would feel more natural if you got a little… lower?” Amber gulped. It suddenly felt like her heart was in her throat. Hannah wasn’t exactly wrong… it was awkward to stand there bending over to jerk the strap-on. Amber told herself that that was why she slowly sank to her knees in front of Hannah. To save herself from back pain. Not because it for some reason felt good to do what the smug popular girl said. In the heat of the moment, she had forgotten completely that she had only intended to give the strap-on a few quick strokes…

When Amber’s knees hit the tile floor of the changing room and she looked up at her hated rival, she realized she had made a bit of a tactical error. Kneeling on the ground beneath the pretty, confident Hannah made Amber’s feeling of fuming jealousy and inferiority roar within her, accompanied by stomach-churning arousal. Amber felt a shameful, squishy heat growing in her tiny bikini bottoms as she reached up to grip the cock towering over her. She realized now that she should stop… give up this crazy game and demand to leave. But her hand moved anyway. For some reason, it just felt…

“I told you,” said Hannah with gloating eyes, “Doesn’t that feel natural?”

Amber jerked the fake cock faster and harder, matching the wild rhythm of her beating heart. Had this feeling always been there when she thought about the slim, pretty girls she hated? This treacherous, submissive lust? The desire to be crushed and dominated? It couldn’t be. There was no way that this was what she had always wanted from her high school bullies… But she wanted it now, Amber realized with dawning horror.

She was more turned on than she could ever remember being.

“I believe that what you wanted to do next was ‘wrap your pretty lips” around my boyfriend’s cock. Let’s move on to that, shall we, slut?”

The sharp, hated word felt like a slap in the face to Amber, and for a moment, her anger flared brighter than her swelling lust. “I’m not a slut,” she said hotly, her hand gripping compulsively on the fake cock.

“Sweetie,” said Hannah in a voice heavy with mocking pity, “You’re on your knees in a changing room jerking a strap-on because a woman you hate told you to.”

Amber flushed red as a wave of shame overtook her. Hannah’s eyes moved slowly down Amber’s body, and she smirked. “While wearing the sluttiest bikini I’ve ever seen, by the way. And, Amber… it’s pretty obvious you’re enjoying yourself.” Her tone made Amber look down, and she turned even brighter red as she realized her nipples were making twin dents in the surface of her thin, slutty bikini. “N-no. It’s not that! I… I just…” she spluttered desperately as Hannah laughed and shook her head.

“Enough, slut, you’re fooling no one but yourself, so let’s not get precious about cocksucking, ok?” said Hannah condescendingly. “I’ll tell you what… you wrap those cute little lips around my cock and I promise you I will give you exactly what you want, ok?” said Amber, jerking her head toward the exit door.

Amber frowned, conflicted. She tried to think… she did want to get out of this confusing, sexually charged situation and sort her feelings out. And this was the first time that Hannah had hinted at a way out. Would it even be that big of a deal to bob her head up and down a dildo a few times? It’s not like it was a real cock.

Feeling that warm, wet slither of lust in her lower belly, Amber rose a little on her knees, trying to ignore Hannah’s eager, triumphant grin. But she couldn’t help it, As she paused with the soft, fleshy tip of the dildo on her lips, she locked eyes with her rival once again. Was she just imagining it, or was there a spark of interest there? Amber thought this was all about revenge, but maybe the perfect, dominant swimming star was having a sexual awakening of her own…

Amber maintained eye contact as she slowly slid her lips down the fake cock, its girth stretching her lips as it went. She felt a stab of jealousy for the dominant woman above her: if this really was an accurate model, then Aaron had a massive cock. After a few seconds of smoldering eye contact, Amber began moving, bobbing her head hesitantly up and down the dildo stretching her mouth. She knew that Hannah couldn’t feel it, but she swirled and slithered her tongue anyway. Some submissive instinct deep inside her whispered that she had to do her best to please the superior woman looming above her.

“Ooh,” said Hannah, putting a finger to her lips in a pose of mock thoughtfulness, “You know what I just realized? My spit was alllll over that dildo before you started sucking it. So… it’s sort of like we kissed, huh?” The teasing observation sent a crackle of submissive lust through Amber as she pictured kissing Hannah for real. God, what was wrong with her? Was she really this pathetic?

“Not to mention all the times that it’s been stuffed in my hot wet pussy,” added Hannah with a sultry wink. “You’re not just getting a taste of my boyfriend tonight, are you slut? You’re tasting all of me as well.”

Amber involuntarily moaned around the strap-on in her mouth. Without thought, her tongue moved and licked all over the surface of the dildo, searching for the taste that she didn’t even know she craved until this very moment. The fiery, antagonistic lust built to a fever pitch inside her.

Fuck it. She had already embarrassed herself, why not go one step further? Amber’s hand dived between her legs, cramming beneath the tiny covering of her slutty pink bikini to dive deep into her steamy pussy. She parted her soaking lips to rub and tease her clit as she continued bobbing her head up and down the dildo.

Hannah seemed lost for words for a moment, her eyes wide and her perfect cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she watched Amber give in to her filthy forbidden lust. Then her gloating grin returned, stronger than ever. A cruel, feminine hand descended, gripping a handful of Amber’s dirty blond locks and thrusting her hips forward, making the kneeling woman gag at the unexpected intrusion.

“I knew you were a slut, Amber,” said Hannah, her breaths coming hot and harsh in her throat as she began slowly but surely plundering the throat of the homewrecker who had tried to steal her man. “But I didn’t expect this. This was just supposed to be about teaching you a lesson, not giving you a reward for your bad behavior…”

Hannah suddenly released Amber, allowing her to pull back, red-faced and gasping, her hand still flexing and rubbing in her bikini bottoms. “But fuck it, we’ve come this far,” purred Hannah, planting a firm hand on Amber’s shoulder and shoving her back onto the tile floor, “It’s time to show you what it really feels like to be with my man.”

Amber gasped as she stared wide-eyed up at the fierce, dominant woman she hated with a passion. “Hannah, y-you said…” she whimpered as the confident student body president spread Amber’s thighs with insistent hands.

“I said I would give you what you want,” said Hannah, her eyes burning with dominant lust. She reached down and tugged aside Amber’s tiny bikini bottoms as her other hand lined up the strap-on, exposing Amber’s sensitive pussy to the cool damp air of the locker room.

“I think we both know what that is,” said Hannah as she slid her strap-on home, sheathing it in Amber’s hot, sloppy pussy. Amber let out a sharp, high moan, taken off guard both by Hannah’s swift action and her own spiraling swell of submissive arousal. She still felt that bone-deep annoyance and dislike of Hannah and all girls like her, but now that dislike just made things hotter. She was being crushed, fucked, pinned down by one of the perfect pretty girls she hated the most. She felt weak, and inferior and slutty.

It was so fucking hot.

As Hannah began moving her hips, Amber let out a series of whining, slutty moans, writhing her hips upward in time to the thrusts, desperate to feel the thick dildo deeper inside her. Her pussy gripped and milked the rubber cock inside her like it was the real thing, seeking semen that the fake dick could never provide. Amber bit her lip, at least trying to somewhat muffle her embarrassing noises of abject submission. It wasn’t very effective.

Above her, Hannah looked like a woman possessed. Finally, the heat of the forbidden encounter had cracked her perfect, pristine facade of calm beauty. Her face was red with strain as she thrust her hips wildly, plunging the strap-on deep into the moaning slut beneath her with ferocious, dominant enthusiasm.

With a grunt of frustration, Hannah reached up to slip her swimsuit off of her shoulders, peeling it down her gorgeous toned body to reveal small perky tits with delicate pink nipples that stuck straight up from her fiery, conquering lust. She fumbled with one as she continued to thrust, closing her eyes and concentrating on trying to increase her own pleasure. It wasn’t really fair that the sub got most of the pleasure from this exchange…

Hannah stiffened in shock and her eyes flew open as she felt Amber’s hands close over her breasts. She looked down, almost but not quite interrupting the brutal rhythm of her penetration as she saw Amber looking up sheepishly.

“Trust me,” said Amber with a crooked smile, “I know how to make a girl feel good. I’m a slut, remember?” Hannah frowned, then gave one small, jerky nod, allowing Amber to tenderly rub her thumbs over her sensitive nipple, drawing a small moan from between her lips. A genuine one this time.

Both women lost themselves in the hot, sticky rhythm of their forbidden lust, forgetting about revenge and hate and jealousy, and simply feeling the sweet friction of thumbs and dildo and pussy. For a few moments, they became nothing but two lovers, giving their bodies fully to each other with no strings attached.

The pace of their fucking increased. Hannah could feel Amber’s body squirming and trembling beneath her; heard her moan grow louder and more desperate. The little slut was going to cum for her. Even though this whole thing was obviously just a twisted punishment for daring to go after Hannah’s man. The idea was darkly erotic to Hannah. The fact that she could hold such sexual power over a rival was fascinating.

She saw how much her little tease about indirect kissing had flustered the little slut… Why not flex her sexual power and really drive Amber crazy?

Just as she felt the submissive woman beneath her tipping over into orgasm, Hannah leaned down and captured Amber’s lips in a wet, searing kiss, her tongue dancing and swirling as it invaded the pathetic loser’s mouth. Amber’s arms flew up to loosely drape around Hannah’s neck, and her legs mirrored the movement, clasping and locking around Hannah’s narrow waist, trying to pull her closer and deeper inside as she orgasmed, her warm, soft thighs shaking as they gripped Hannah tight.

Together, the two passionate rivals shared a forbidden moment, tasting a different kind of passion altogether.

Hannah pulled away from Amber, staring down into her warm brown eyes. They lay there for a moment, the strap-on still in intimately connecting them. Hannah still saw hatred in those dark eyes. But was that it? Or was there something more?

Suddenly the intimate moment felt too raw and intense. “St-stay away from my boyfriend,” said Hannah haltingly, then scrambled back, withdrawing the now dripping dildo from Amber’s well-used pussy. Her cheeks had spots of pink in them, and she avoided looking at Amber as she rapidly removed the strap-on from her hips and slipped the top of her one-piece back on.

“That was… something,” said Amber in a warm, muzzy post-orgasm voice. She hadn’t gotten up from the floor, just rolled onto her side, giving Hannah a sidelong glance with a faint smile on her lips.

“It was a warning,” said Hannah in a icy tone, stuffing her equipment back in her duffel bag.

“Just a warning? That’s it?” asked Amber in an amused tone, propping her head up with an elbow as she gazed up at Hannah through her lashes.

“That’s it,” said Hannah firmly. She felt a creeping sense of shame from her lack of control. True, she had been the dominant one in this encounter, but it was clear to both of them that she hadn’t been completely in control of her sexual urges.

“Well consider me… warned,” said Amber with an earthy chuckle.

Hannah huffed in annoyance and strode toward the exit door, rapping the secret knock she had prearranged with her swim teammates.

“I’ll see you around!” called Amber after her.

“No you won’t,” growled Hannah as the door swung open.

Two of her teammates met her outside with nervous giggles. “Oh my God!” said Vicky in a scandalized tone, “We heard the moans! Don’t tell me she actually… you know…”

Hannah sighed deeply as she strode away with her two lackeys in her wake, trying to put as much distance between herself and Amber as possible. “You don’t need to know the details. Let’s just say that I doubt that the slut will be throwing herself at Aaron after today.”

And that was probably true.

But Hannah did worry a little that Amber might start trying to throw herself at someone else.

…

Amber rolled onto her back, enjoying the post-orgasm glow and letting the skinny bitch run away.

This was an interesting turn of events. She had spent most of the encounter humiliatingly submitting to Hannah… but it seemed like little Miss Perfect had lost control, even as she was acting the part of Dom.

Amber’s eyes got a dreamy, faraway look in them. She was no stranger to pulling someone in by acting submissive. It was usually a pretty good strategy when it came to boys.

She wondered idly if it also worked with dominant girls.

Because maybe she had been getting things backward this whole time. Maybe the way to really ruin the pretty popular girls that made her so angry wasn’t to seduce their boyfriends.

Maybe it would be better to go straight to the source…

Which character should get a short story?