18 comments/ 91574 views/ 63 favorites Made to date By: maxout09 Samantha walked quickly towards the bathrooms, the heels of her boots shattering the relative quite of the hallway. The 18 year old senior's unease amplified by her drill team uniform. The sleeveless leotard molded to her body emphasizing her statuesque curves and highlighting her rather large chest hips. Her powerful legs sheathed in shear nylon tights and capped in knee high black patent leather boots gave her purposeful stride a very sexy look. A look emphasized by the skater skirt sewn at the hips, more for decoration than modesty, as it offered glimpses of the bottom of her ass as well as her crotch with every step she took. A cowboy hat and tasseled wrist bands completed the sexy cowgirl ensemble, the metallic golden color of the outfit identifying her as the team captain. If the eye catching nature of the outfit was not enough to make her stand out her size did. While Samantha had her mothers, a former college cheerleader, looks she also inherited her fathers, a former college football players, build. Standing at six feet tall Samantha was noticed both her beauty and height and was often compared to Kate Upton. Her classmates made other references about her as well, Amazon, Valkyrie, Callisto (from the Zena TV series). All somewhat fitting given her stature and athletic abilities, being on both the schools girl's basketball and volleyball teams and helping to take both to several championship seasons. But they also referenced her personal life. In grade school Samantha was always the biggest kid in class and upon reaching the eighth grade Samantha found herself not only taller than her teacher but thanks to her maturing body had a larger bust as well. When the class went on there graduation field trip and the guide mistook her for a chaperon Samantha was devastated. The fact that she was pretty, athletic and smart could not overcome her perception as a giant. However over the summer Samantha's older cousin saw her distress and got her to open up abut the problem. Looking at it from a more mature angle she convinced Samantha that it was actually a blessing. Teens are nervous and inexperienced, boys as much as girls, and the worries of rejection and shyness that disappear in adulthood are front and center in High School. If Samantha trusted her and was willing to take a risk she could overcome this and turn her problem into a great asset. So after asking her older brother for advice on who was a cool single upper class guy Samantha walked up to the boy on the first day of school and told him that she thought he was really good looking and wanted to go out with him that weekend. The stunned looks on his friend faces started the legend, Samantha was a huntress. Someone who was strong and confident, a girl you did not try to get asked out but did the choosing herself. Now thanks to the discovery of steroid use Samantha was off to meet her next target only this time it was not to be one of her choosing. Her orders were simple there was a student that was totally infatuated with her and wanted nothing else than to be her next target. If Samantha wanted to keep her little secret she would precede to the bathrooms by her high schools art center at exactly 1:10 there the person would be waiting. Samantha was to claim them with a kiss and then command that they go out Saturday night. Reaching the art department Samantha took a deep breath and turned the corner where she stopped dead in her tracks. There standing in front of the bathrooms was Shannon in all her glory. The 18 year old was blessed with the type of natural beauty that would put Helen of Troy to shame. Her long curly dark brown hair was a perfect complement to her olive colored skin, a blessing from her Mediterranean heritage, and giving her blemish free skin the look of a perfect tan. Her face could be described as nothing short of perfect, large doe-like eyes, perfect nose and a set of full lips that always seemed to beg to be kissed. Standing at five and a half feet she was the perfect height and her cheer uniform only enhanced her athletic body, her long thin legs disappearing under the short skirt of her uniform and her long sculpted arms by the vest. Even though they were not friends Samantha knew her well. Ever since freshman year they were considered the two hottest girls in school and thus constantly compared. Samantha looked better in tight cloths, Shannon in short skirts. Samantha had the better tits and ass, Shannon the better face. Samantha looked better naked, Shannon in her underwear, at least that was the consensus from the girls locker room. Shannon was a cheerleader, Samantha leader of the drill team. Samantha had the better presence, Shannon was deemed prettier. It all came down to liking the strong dominate type or the obedient submissive. Taking a quick look around Samantha could not see anyone else and wondered if Shannon scared her target off or if he was hiding in the bathroom. Confused Samantha stood in place thinking about what she should do next. All the while Shannon watched her nervously. Samantha was now worried about what would happen if she could not do as she was told. After all it was not her fault that her target was not there, scared off. Then it hit her Shannon was nervously standing at the meeting spot waiting for someone. She was supposed to meet Shannon, kiss her and ask her out. Tracy had sent her to meet a girl! Looking around Samantha though she was being setup for some perverted joke, she was to be embarrassed by having to kiss a girl. Probably with the school jocks hiding somewhere nearby to get off at watching the two of them make out, something Shannon was known for. "If it is a show they want it is a show they will get," thought Samantha angered by her conclusion. Samantha did not say a word nor did she let Shannon as she grabbed her prey by the back of her head pulled there faces together for a hard kiss. Samantha made sure Shannon had no choice but to accept, her small slim body was enveloped by Samantha's larger frame. She kept their lips pressed tightly together as her tongue entered Shannon's mouth. Sensing she had complete control Samantha slowly eased her grip on Shannon's head. Once she was sure that Shannon would continue to follow her lead she slid her hand over Shannon's neck and across her chest. The uncomfortable feeling from palming another girl's breast clashed with the inquisitive feeling from exploring the body of another girl for the first time. Intrigued by its firmness Samantha gave it a squeeze causing Shannon to moan deeply into her mouth. Backing off, Samantha struggled with her emotions, it all felt so different. Shannon's lips were softer and fuller than any of the boy's she kissed. They seemed to naturally yield to her control and instinctively follow her lead. However Samantha could still not get over the fact that she was kissing a girl; that she had just crossed a line that she never intended to, yet at the same time finding the taboo nature arousing. As she become less nervous and more comfortable with what she was doing the opportunity to explore this newness became greater. For now Samantha did not care she was kissing a girl. Forgot she was being blackmailed. All that mattered was the conquest and with a renewed sense of determination Samantha continued the kiss not conceding the slightest edge to Shannon. Her hand began to slide down the side of Shannon's nylon cheer shell, her fingers taking in the smoothness of the material. The feel of Shannon's cloths and her body felt so very different. There was no hard or rough edges, no hair. Shannon felt soft and smooth, her pliable skin yielding under her touch as her hand passed over her warm skin in the gap between her top and skirt and she smelled so nice, like a mixture of lavender and baby power. Her arm was now fully extended as it rested on Shannon's hip. There mouths still locked together Samantha began to stroke the back of Shannon's cheer skirt caressing her firm ass. Samantha could not help but think of the image they presented; her in her dance costume making out and groping a cheerleader right in the school hallway. Most of the boys and probably a number of the girls in school would give anything to switch places with either one of them. They were truly a voyeur's dream. Finally breaking the kiss she looking deeply into her targets panting face, "I will pick you up Saturday night; make sure to wear something nice." "All set with for your date?" inquired Tracy with a smirk on her face. "Set", growled Samantha, "You seriously want me to date Shannon! What type of perverted sicko are you?" "Watch that mouth, bitch," snapped Tracy her voice dripping with anger. "Or need I remind you that I make the rules now. No more walking around like some sort of hot sexy superwoman. You are nothing but a giant freak that went from being a bully to some perverted boys dominatrix fantasy. So if you do not what that report to come out you will play out that fantasy only with the person I choose; besides Shannon is very interested in playing your Juliet. Samantha hung her head in defeat. Even with everything that changed over the last three years being called a freak still hurt. All through grade school she was the biggest kid easily able to go toe to toe with any boy. But like any other kid who is different it made her stand out, called a freak. She just lashed out the only way she could and didn't think of herself as a bully. After all Tracy tormented her far more than anything she did in return. It was not her fault things changed in high school. Samantha made herself more mature. Dated older boys and worked hard to get on the varsity volleyball and basketball teams her freshman year. But her skills and size were only able to get her on the second string. If she wanted to be better than the older girls she needed strength, fast. That strength came in the form of pills she stole from her parents rehab clinic, low dose steroids that helped her build muscle and become a key player right from the start. Now she had everything she needed to lead her teams to three state championships with a chance to repeat this year. For the first time she felt her father was proud of her for what she could do and not disappointed that she could not play football like her older brothers. When he was younger he was good, very good, and if his knee didn't give out he would have gone pro. Now he could only watch from the sidelines. He watched every game that was on and always traveled to see every home game his former team played, even buying a townhome to stay in. He always boasted that it was an investment for when his sons played there. Samantha felt she could not compete. Yes she loved football, but she could not play. Her outlet was volleyball and basketball two sports outside of her father's passion. She could not even be a cheerleader like her mother. Yes she had her mothers grace and beauty, but with her size and strength it was not practical. Instead she opted for the school drill team. With her stellar performance her father started to see her as an athlete like himself. She was considered the star on two of her schools teams going to the state championships every year she played and leading them to six state titles. Her father was so proud and while all four of her brothers played college football, none were at his almamater, she with her volleyball scholarship was the first and only. Now he could boast that he sent five kids to college without paying a dime in tuition. Each of his children getting a new car instead, Samantha got a bright red Mustang convertible and the honor of using the townhouse. Now all of that was in jeopardy. Tracy's stepmom worked in the lab where her blood sample went after she got a viral infection. They were not testing for steroids but the maker used in the pills showed up. As they were low dose and used for rehab they did not cause an alarm. Even though she was now clean that report would make her loose her scholarship, and erase her schools victories. Worse her brother was doing very will at the collegiate level. There was even talk that he may be able to go pro. However if it came out his sister used steroids from there parents clinic the taint could also spread to him. And while it would not be the deciding factor for him not to get drafted the question would always remain with her brother and father. Samantha knew she had to keep this quite. "But I don't like girls," protested Samantha. "I don't care," barked Tracy. "If you want me to keep quite, you are what I say you are. "You like having the image of an aggressive bitch, fine be an aggressive bitch. But until graduation you are an aggressive lesbian bitch. No more making boys fantasize about groveling at your feet. Think of yourself as a LUG, a lesbian until graduation. Now what are you? "A lesbian," mumbled Samantha. "I can't hear you," scolded Tracy. "A lesbian," stated Samantha, "I'm an aggressive lesbian bitch, happy" "Yes very happy," smiled Tracy. "Now we have to plan your date, after all first impressions are important." *********************** Samantha nervously clutched the bouquet of lilies as she walked towards Shannon's door. The whole scenario was so foreign to her so awkward. Everything about it seemed old fashioned, official, serious. She never meet a first date at there house before, never brought flowers and certainly never dated a girl. Now here she was the school star athlete coming to the house of the hot cheerleader to pick her up for a romantic dinner and a movie. But what worried her the most was Shannon's parents, what would they think of a female picking up there little girl for a date? However her thoughts were interrupted as Shannon opened the door as if she was waiting for her arrival. Samantha's eyes were riveted on the lovely vision that stood nervously before her. Shannon wore a clinging black dress, her arms and upper body bare except for the spaghetti straps and the low-cut v-neckline leaving her firm breasts on display. The body lace was made of shear paneling giving glimpses for her beautiful midsection. The hem, ending at a flirty mid thigh, appeared shorter by the fact that the final several inches faded into a shear material, her silky legs emerging from the end to be capped by a pair of black high heeled sandals. "You look incredible," gasped Samantha as her eyes continued to survey the image before her, no way could she wear a dress like that and look so good. "That dress looks amazing." "Thank you," replied Shannon nervously as she brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I just bought it this morning. You look very pretty yourself, that outfit suits you to a tee." Samantha could only smile. In preparation she dressed in a knit long sleeved jersey top that displayed her breasts nicely and ended at her hips allowing her ass encased in a pair of stretch black leggings to be visible. A wide black leather belt and a pair of black knee high boots completed her ensemble. The outfit, chosen at Tracy's suggestion, looked good but was nothing compared to the way Shannon was dressed. The perception was oblivious Shannon was using her body to attract while she was using her reputation as a predator; two women but one being the girl the other like the guy. And given Tracy's orders she would soon be acting like one too. "These are for you," stated Samantha breaking the awkwardness of the moment. "Thank you," replied Shannon as she took the flowers. "Why don't you come in while I put these in some water?" Samantha followed Shannon into the house her eyes watching her date's ass sway side to side, forced into the sensuous movement by the height of the heels. Shannon's curly hair moved freely concealing most of the skin left bare by the backless dress. Only a band of flesh left on display hinted at what lie beneath and drew the eye to the two deep dimples at the small of her back, then down to her tight round ass. "My parents are out with friends and won't be back until late, stated Shannon as she leaned over the sink. "You said we should be back by 11:30?" "Yes," replied Samantha relieved that she would not have to encounter Shannon's parents. "I've made reservations for us downtown and then a movie. We should be back well before they return." "Good," stated Shannon. "Not that I don't want you to meet them. It's just I've never dated a girl and am unsure how they are going to take it." "I understand. This is a first for me too. I'm not sure what is going to happen when this gets out." "So you want to keep us a secret?" asked Shannon, a bit of excitement in her voice. "I think that would be a very good idea," answered Samantha. "I do not want to begin to think what the other kids in school would do if they found out about us." "I know," replied Shannon, "I don't know how I would react if everyone thought I was a lesbian." Samantha scanned the room as the hostess led them to there table. Here they were at a downtown restaurant that she had not been to since her last prom. Could everyone see that they were there on a date? Samantha shook off the thought, it didn't matter. Turning to her side Samantha tried to remain clam as she looked down at Shannon holding her hand tightly, they where here for a date. Samantha could not help but feel a little relieved by the end of dinner. Outside of the fact that they were both a little nervous the conversation flowed like any two girls just getting to know one another, she even found out that Shannon would be attending the same university, a fact that made her feel uncomfortable. However as she looked at the sultry vixen that clung to her arm they were not just two girls getting to know one another. It was oblivious from the way Shannon was dressed that she was very interested in impressing her and how she wanted the date to go. Looking down Samantha once again eyed the girl that was to be her lover. Her trim cheerleader body completely on display by the risqué dress. Her lean legs left bare by the short skirt moved quickly to keep up with Samantha's reduced stride. The dress pulling tight over her hips with each restricted step she took as her firm unrestrained breasts bounced. Shannon was the ultimate arm candy; beautiful and sexy in every way and hers for the rest of the school year. The thought was a little unpleasant, scary and surprisingly arousing. As they entered the theater some of that nervousness returned. She had selected the movie specifically for its distance from there homes, its artsy nature and the fact that it was nearing the end of its run. With any luck the theater would be mostly empty with no one they knew as she did not want anyone to see what she had to do next, especially anyone who knew them. Staying near the back Samantha directed Shannon into the side row. They sat near the corner and Samantha placed her arm around her date, her fingers dangling just above Shannon's elbow. Taking a deep breath Samantha did a quick scan of the room. Her guess was right; the theater was mostly empty with only a few couples, several of which were lesbian. The closest were two woman sitting four rows ahead. As the theater darkened Samantha began to slowly glide her fingers along Shannon's arm causing her body to jerk in response. A little annoyed Samantha pulled her uncooperative date against her side, effectively pinning her in place. If she had to play the dom she wanted to make sure Shannon played her part. Samantha could understand Shannon being a little nervous, but this was supposed to be her fantasy, she was the one who wanted to be here. With Shannon leaning on her side Samantha could not help but notice how Shannon's tiny body fit so comfortably against her own, much easier than the boys closer to her own size ever did. Made to date Focusing on her mission Samantha once again began to run her fingers up and down Shannon's arm, who seemed to have gotten the point and obediently accepted the caress. Fully back in control, Samantha could not help but notice now nice Shannon's skin felt, so soft, so smooth and so yielding without a trace of hair. Her last boyfriend was a swimmer and she liked the smooth feeling as she ran her hand over his body. However with Shannon it was different, her body had a softness that his muscled body lacked. For the first half of the movie Samantha fingers glided over Shannon's arm back and forth in an action that could as easily be interpreted at two close friends or the affectionate caress of two lovers. Samantha had no doubt that everyone would understand it to be the latter. Looking to her side Samantha could not help but take in Shannon's beauty, sitting motionless beneath her arm the only sign of life being the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Being a whole head taller Samantha had a clear view of her cleavage. The swells of her breasts left bare giving her an unobstructed view of Shannon's unblemished mounds. The cut of the dress was made to emphasize her breasts, the silky fabric exposing more flesh than it covered, offering more than a hint of the forbidden fruit that lay beneath as the material molded to her skin showing every detail of her nipples. Further down Shannon's legs were fully displayed as Samantha's aggressive repositioning disturbed Shannon's attempt at modesty, not that the provocative dress provided much. As her eyes adjusted to the light Samantha could see Shannon was indeed wearing underwear, her black panties now visible through the shear material at the hem of the dress. Samantha could not help but see her date as anything but desirable, how could anyone man or woman not. Her body was perfect in every way and the thought of it being hers to explore was causing Samantha to moisten. Shifting in her seat Samantha tried to control herself, Shannon was the lesbian not her, Shannon was the one who was supposed to get aroused by this not her. Rubbing her thighs together Samantha unconsciously brought her free hand to her own breast and gently ran had fingers over her nipple. In her mind Samantha justified her arousal by the fact that her body was responding to her mind being forced to plan the seduction of the sexy vixen who believed she was her date. Breathing a little heavier Samantha once again focused on her mission her eyes returning to the barely covered mounds on Shannon's chest and the soft supple valley that lay exposed between them, wondering if they were as sensitive as her own. Anxious about what she needed to do, but also a bit curious Samantha nervously pulled her hand away from Shannon's arm and moved to her next target. A noticeable gasp escaped Shannon's lips and her body tensed but pinned as she was remained in its still state as Samantha's nails grazed the nipple of her right breast. Samantha's heart was racing as her fingers began to delicately dance along the silky supple skin in the valley between Shannon's small breasts. Such an intimate act was normally reserved for lovers not a first date and not between two girls. She could hardly believe she was instigating such an audacious act, yet her own breasts began to swell from her explorations she could not help but start to compare Shannon's breasts to her own. Obliviously they were much smaller, easily cupped within Samantha's strong hand, but also much firmer, and tended to stay in place even as Samantha explored and manipulated them, a very different feeling than her own D cup breasts that needed constant support. The silky material of the dress did nothing to reduce the feel of the flesh below and Samantha was able to discern every bump as her fingers continue to explore, the areola mapping out to be just larger than a quarter, much smaller than her own but Shannon's nipple was much larger in relation. And thanks to Samantha's stimulation, hardening. Samantha wondered how else they were different. Did Shannon like to have them kissed? Or did she prefer a stronger sensation? Biting? Not wanting to think of the sexual turn-on's of another woman Samantha shook the thoughts from her head and tried to refocus on her mission but her own growing arousal was making that difficult. Samantha knew she had never had any interest in sex with other women. Her thoughts revolved around guys she was attracted to; fantasies of aggressively taking them. Yet her body was responding sexually to her stimulating another woman something very that repulsed her mentally. Her own arousal now firmly on her mind Samantha's eyes drifted back towards her date. Pressed close to her side her eyes examined Shannon's body. With her hands firmly anchored to the armrests her whole body squirmed trying to gain release, as soft mewing sounds escaped her mouth. The image further fueled Samantha's arousal. Shannon was completely under her control offering no resistance to her actions and obviously excited by the events. With her other hand caressing her own breasts Samantha concluded that her arousal was not from sexually playing with another girl, but from sexually controlling another person, who happened to be a girl. This idea calmed Samantha's worries. She was not becoming aroused from being with another woman she was becoming aroused from sexual control. With her emotional conflict settled Samantha allowed her body to win. Shannon was a toy for her amusement, an object to fulfill her fantasies. She remembered how one of her old boyfriends wanted her to masturbate him off in a movie theater just like this one. However she was too nervous to do it yet the idea lived on in her mind. Now the fantasy was reality but with a woman instead. Seeing the signs of Shannon's arousal, Samantha became much more deliberate in her actions. Her nipples, once barely noticeable under the dress now stood out prominently her breasts noticeable firmer. Samantha knew the signs, knew what Shannon was feeling; knew it was now time for her to proceed to third base. Yet Samantha toyed with the idea of continuing to tease her, deny her what she wanted not only for payback for making her do it but for her own perverse pleasure. Her eyes drifted downward as she pondered her perverse dilemma and smiled as she took in the image before her. Shannon's legs smooth and bare with a natural sheen that made them look like they were encased in nylons. Pressed firmly together as they rubbed against each other, the action causing her dress to ride up exposing the gusset of her sheer black panties. The prize desired by all of the boys in her school was now hers for the taking. Reaching down Samantha grasped Shannon's right thigh. A sharp gasp followed by a whimper accompanied the movement of Samantha's palm as she slid it up and down admiring the soft smoothness of Shannon's leg. Shannon offered only token resistance as Samantha pulled her legs apart to exposing more of her pantied covered crotch. What she was about to do disgusted her yet at the same time appealed to her desire to control and have what everyone wanted. Just the thought of having this much control over another human was intoxicating and it did not matter that it was a woman. Shannon was the best, holding a level of devotion beyond that of any of there male peers. The fact that she, another woman was about to take possession of that idol was arousing to Samantha. She could not deny this conquest wasn't erotic. Slowly and deliberately Samantha slid her fingers up Shannon's thigh. A sharp gasp escaping Shannon's lips as Samantha's middle finger pushed down between her folds as two of her other fingers applied pressure against her lips squeezing them against her middle finger. With increasing speed Samantha ran her fingers along Shannon's delicate folds the dampness now soaking through her panties and covering Samantha's finger. Shannon's moans become louder attracting the attention of the two lesbians sitting in front of them, now focused on the action behind them, anonymous witnesses to her achievement. As Shannon came close to cumming Samantha would pull back, exercising her control over Shannon's body and her release, continuing her torment from earlier to a whole new level. Her breathing shallow her body covered in sweat writhing wanting nothing more than release, release only Samantha could offer it. Forcing her finger deep into the gusset of Shannon's panties Shannon took a deep breath and as her body road over the crest Samantha pulled her in for a deep kiss. There mouths locked together muting Shannon's moans of satisfaction. Breaking from the embrace Shannon sank into her chair, her breathing sharp and fast as she recovered from the event. Samantha too sat back in her seat, relived that she was done. However it was not over. Tracy was clear on her goals for the night, she still had to take Shannon home and allow her to thank her properly for bringing her off. ******************************************************************* As that's it stick it in deep", moaned Samantha as Shannon knelt between her thighs Shannon's tongue pushing deep into her womanhood. Panting heavily Samantha thought about how far Shannon had come since that first awkward date. That night it seemed neither was into it, Samantha emotionally not wanting a woman between her legs and Shannon completely inexperienced in how to please another woman. But months of practice and Samantha's assertiveness had vastly improved Shannon's performance. Each time it would begin the same. Samantha liked foreplay, liked to kiss. Shannon would straddle her lap and fold her legs behind the small of Samantha's back, raising her head to equal Samantha's and allowing Samantha to hold the small girl firmly in place. Using her strength advantage Samantha would then take hold of Shannon's upper body pulling her in for a make-out session that would continue until Samantha's arousal slowly increased, progressing from aggressive kissing manipulating Shannon's body to rubbing there nipples against each others. As her pussy began to moisten she would start to move her hips forcing there pubic bones to rub against each others. Then, once she was satisfied, Samantha would release Shannon from her embrace allowing her to slide down and kneel before her. Lifting her ass up Samantha would then remove her lower clothing exposing her love nest now covered from her secretions. Freed from her clothes Samantha would spread he legs as the odor from her arousal filled the air. Maneuvering into place Shannon would begin to sensually kiss the inside of Samantha's thighs, causing the larger girl to shudder with excitement. Soft moans escaped Samantha's lips as Shannon's tongue continued to explore between her lips pressing in deep and drawing out her nectar before moving to her clit. Biting gently Shannon would quickly circle Samantha's clit with her tongue, causing Samantha's withering to increase. The sensation would cause Samantha to convulse with pleasure, a level never reach with any of her past male lovers. Breathing heavily Samantha would just lean back as Shannon would lovingly lap at her crotch drinking all of her excess secretions, just as Samantha had demanded. In this way Samantha had come a long way too. Learned to like the soft feeling of a woman's face wedged between her thighs kissing erogenous zones yet to be discovered by a boy, in fact her body preferred it. Once her mind came to accept receiving pleasure from a woman she started down a slippery slope where her body forced her to continually break new barriers. Having an erotic young woman go down on her at least three times per week Samantha's body had trained her mind to be aroused at the mere sight of her eager lover and then any woman. Always willing to acknowledge their beauty, especially Shannon's, Samantha's desire's too had evolved into attraction and then lust. She had particularly developed a taste for woman's asses. In effect she had become an ass girl, receiving an erotic thrill every time she saw a girls cheeks swaying back and forth in a seductive figure eight pattern. However her mind still had its limits and was only willing to play along when Shannon wore tight restrictive clothing, her favorite being a pair of Lycia spandex compression tights and matching sports bra. This was followed by figure hugging pants and tight shorts. Shannon's volleyball cheer uniform even accommodated her fetish with a pair of stretch boy shorts replacing the pleated skirts used for football games. Still breathing heavily Samantha stared into the two beautiful eyes looking up at her from between her legs. Shannon had finished drinking the last of her juice and was working diligently to clean her up. A small giggle escaped her lips as she reached out to pet the side of Shannon's head still wearing the wolf ears. Samantha's volleyball team, under her leadership just own there fourth straight state title, the first school in the state to do so, and in celebration Shannon changed out of her cheer uniform and into a form fitting wolf body suit complete with face paint and ears. The sight of Shannon in such a sexy form fitting outfit sent an erotic shiver throughout her body. The one type of female garment Samantha did not like was skirts. It did not matter how sexy the girl or the skirt in her mind they represented easy access and no matter how much she enjoyed having a girl perform oral on her she did not like to reciprocate. However Tracy was clear on what she had to do; always be willing for Shannon to perform on her and reciprocate after receiving three times. Even with a ratio of three to one Samantha had to go down on Shannon at least once per week, something she detested. However Tracy now allowed her a second option. "Wait here my little vixen," breathed Samantha she so maneuvered to get off her bed, "get naked, I have a surprise for you." Entering the bathroom Samantha started to get the same tingle of excitement her body first started to get when it began to like having Shannon go down on her. Smiling, Samantha picked up the item that would push her further down the slop, a black leather strap-on. A reward for winning the state championship, the device was made to look intimidating, thick black leather with heavy chrome buckles the harness looked more like erotic body armor than some sex toy. Picking it up Samantha could feel the weight as the buckles clinked. Lining up the small appendage with her still wet opening she gently pushed against the front panel embedding the curved dildo within her. Samantha pulled the leather straps over her hips and buckled them behind her back. Reaching between her legs she grasped the strap hanging between her legs. Pulling the thinner strap up between her checks she gave it a firm tug, pressing the front panel against her pelvis and the curved dildo deeper within her. Clasping the strap snugly between her cheeks she reach for each of the two remaining straps and brought them over her hips securing them to the sides of the belt. Turning to the mirror Samantha admired her new appendage running her hand along the rubbery shaft as if was real. When Tracy first reveled it to her Samantha was horror-struck. Being larger than her classmates combined with her physical strength caused her to be to be accused of being a boy dressed as a girl a fair amount of it from Tracy. Now the appendage would complete her image as a man and make Tracy's accusation a reality. Forced to don the appendage by her blackmailer, Samantha was surprised at how natural it felt. After being left alone with her new little friend and the humiliation of wearing of wearing a dick started to fade Samantha realized that her new appendage was quite comfortable, almost having a natural fell, like it belonged. Unable to resist the urge Samantha grasped the dildo and ran her hand along the shaft as she saw so many boys do in videos. As her hand made the lateral motion the small dildo within her began to twist, causing her to gasp in surprise. Regaining her senses Samantha realized that the curricular motion of the dildo produced the most wonderful erotic feeling. That night she brought herself off twice masturbating like a boy. Now she was going to use her new appendage on her lesbian girlfriend. "Ready" announced Shannon as she entered the bedroom. Shannon, lying on the bed, naked as instructed, waiting for her girlfriend was surprised at the sight, jumping to a sitting position as her eyes remained fixed on the new appendage. She was no longer just a woman; she now had what boys use to generally define themselves as a man. "You like?" purred Samantha as she slowly stroked the appendage between her legs causing the small protrusion to spin within her. "I thought we would try something ...... different." Shannon remained motionless as Samantha strode over to the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving that long piece of rubber protruding from the place she so recently pleasured. "Have you ever had one so big," questions Samantha as she slowly stroked the side of Shannon face. "It's huge," uttered Shannon still in shock from what she was seeing. "That it is," laughed Samantha, "and it never goes soft. But don't worry I promise to be genital. Tonight I'm going to take you like no boy has ever taken you," Cradling Shannon's face in her hands she pulled her nervous lover into a kneeling position and a passionate kiss. Sliding her hands along Shannon's arms she gently guided her hands to the appendage now sticking out from her crotch. Releasing her prey Samantha pushed her lover onto the bed resulting in a yelp of surprise as Shannon landed on her stomach sprawled out across the bed. Straddling Shannon's body, Samantha reached down and grabbed her dips. With one swift pull Shannon was placed on her hands and knees in a classic doggy position. Samantha never liked this position; feeling like it gave total control to her male lover and forced her to be submissive to his demands, more of an object for his gratification then a partner. Now playing the opposite role the position held great promise. She was no longer trying to take the top position, she firmly held it. She was fully in command, her lover bowing before her waiting to be used, fully dependant on her for pleasure. Seeing her lover bent over before her, her perfect ass displayed before her caused Samantha's arousal level to rise even more. "Yes, you belong like that my little bitch, growled Samantha. "That sexy little ass of yours is just begging to be fucked." Spreading her knees, Samantha lined up the tip of the phallus with Shannon's cunt and firmly pushed forward, embedding her appendage within her lover, causing each to moan in unison. Pulling her hips back Samantha lunged forward once again. "Yes that's a good little slut," hissed Samantha as she continued to draw the dildo in and out, "You love it don't you? You love taking my cock deep into your pussy." Shannon did not reply her face buried in the sheets moaning with each thrust, her hips trying to match Samantha's rhythm as her pussy moistened. Samantha's pace quickened as the lubricants from Shannon's cunt started to grease the phallus as it pistined in and out. The sounds of Shannon's moans periodically broken by the slurping sound caused by the breach of the tight seal between the dildo and the wet walls of her vagina, cunt farts, as they were more popularly known. In the past Samantha was mortified in making such noises during sex; however they now brought a smile to her face. Looking down past her bouncing breasts Samantha focused on Shannon's firm ass spread open as Samantha maneuvered the strap-on in and out of her girlfriend's pussy. While similar to the sight she had seen before when she fucked her boyfriends this time was different. She was not riding some boys cock bouncing up and down on his joy stick she owned the source of pleasure, owned the action. That subtle change push up her arousal levels beyond what she usually felt when she had sex with a boy, this time, in her mind she was fully in charge. Made to date Pulling her hand back she swung it down smacking Shannon's perfect ass leaving a sexy hand print and causing Shannon to cry out in pain. "I asked you a question you horny slut," growled Samantha, You love taking my cock don't you!" "Yes," screeched Shannon as Samantha pulled her face off the bed by her hair. "I love your cock!" "That's a good bitch," purred Samantha, as she continued to pound into Shannon. "You are my bitch right?" "Ah! Yes I'm your bitch," screamed Shannon after the second slap to her ass. "Then you are going to take my cock because that is what good bitches do," commanded Samantha, "and you are going to eat my pussy because that is what good lesbians do, right?" "YES!" responded Shannon as her whole body trembled triggering Samantha's own orgasm. "That's it work it up and down," breathed Samantha as she continued to train Shannon on how to give her strap-on a blow-job. Still fully dressed minus her panties Samantha sat on her living room couch her legs braced on the coffee table, her skirt bunched up against her hips, her hands at her sides with her left firmly holding on the chain clipped to Shannon's collar. Ever since that first time they made love with the strap-on they had a fantasy night once a week. Every Sunday Shannon would dress as something different. After the original wolf body suit Shannon had worn a number off different outfits; French maid, Greek goddess, harem girl and today princess Leia in her slave outfit complete with collar and chain. A symbol Samantha liked as it further enforced her status in the relationship, something she intended to increase in the future. And just as there lovemaking evolved so did Samantha's demands on Shannon's clothing. No longer disliking having access to Shannon's pussy Samantha had reversed her preference for restrictive clothing. Just as Shannon's cheer uniform switched from the pleated skirt used at football games and the spirit shorts at volleyball games to the tight short a-line skirt for basketball games, so did the rest of her clothes. Gone were the tight spandex pants and painted on jeans, replaced with short figure hugging skirts providing easy access. However the sound of the front door opening startled both women. Shifting to her side just as Shannon had fully taken the dildo Samantha's weight know held Shannon in place unable to move from her position between Samantha's legs. Throwing her long skirt over her trapped love now hidden, Samantha turned to see her mother entering the room. "Hello dear," stated Samantha's mother as she sat next to her. "Hi mom what are you doing home so early?" enquired Samantha. "You and dad are usually at the clinic until at least 6:00." "I'm not feel that well and thought it best if I just came home," replied Samantha's mother. "What are you doing sitting her by yourself?" "Just relaxing and enjoying the day," responded Samantha. "Well you should not be sitting here at home by yourself. You should be out and about having fun with your friends." "I was with a friend earlier, that's why I need to relax." "And who is this, friend?" "Just a girl mom, thing to get inquisitive about." "Well you cannot blame me for wondering, for the last three years have been chasing after seniors and now here you are a senior and nothing." "Well the reason you have not heard anything is because I'm not dating any boys, taking a break so to speak." "Well there is nothing wrong with that, it's just this is your senior year and while I'm not worried about your social life it does seem strange. Are you even thinking of going to your prom?" "Of course I'm thinking about the prom," answered Samantha. For the last three years Samantha, as well as Shannon went to the prom. Each time leaving no question that to prom queen only won because prettiest girls were not eligible to run. Now as seniors they were both eligible and the talk had been who would finally be crowned as the hottest girl in the school. All year everyone was talking about how the completion would end and the fact that neither talked about who they were dating only added fuel to the fire. Rumors on the subject swirled all around, mainly on her so super secret kinky relationship and Shannon dating some older guy. Rumors that suited them just fine as it kept the truth protected. However now that the end of the year was approaching Samantha was thinking about how that would need to change. "In fact I have a boy in mind that would be perfect," announced Samantha. He is the class valedictorian and accepted to the same university as me on an academic scholarship." Yes though Samantha Jason would be perfect. A good looking guy in a soft sort of way, Jason was now the type of guy she had become attracted to, soft, accommodating, and feminine. Samantha had known him since they were freshmen lab partners. He was a very nice guy and now Samantha realized the perfect match for her personality. Samantha smiled to herself as she though how it would look, her strutting up to the 18 year old when he was surrounded by his friends and telling him he will accompany her to the prom, that she will take care of everything he just had to be ready. How it would look as they danced the night away, he may even win prom king. And after she would lead him to the hotel room she reserved only to open the door to reveal Shannon tethered to the bed in her prom dress. How he will loose his virginity not only to the prom queen the undisputed hottest girl in the history of the school, but in a three-way with her competition. Even if he tried to tell everyone no one would believe him. She only needed to take care of one thing. Tracy looked up from her book as the young woman approached her. The school year was effectively over and her little endeavor had proved to be more satisfying than she thought. But as her victim approached she knew the reason. Shannon still had a sense of nervousness every time she had to talk with Tracy. Ever since Tracy videoed that session of her with her boyfriend, Tracy's brother, she was firmly in her control. She had always been accommodating to her boyfriends giving them what the wanted, but her desire went deeper. Her fantasies went to being given to another, being lost to the winning team in a wager or as payment to some nerd for helping her boyfriend pass a test. Then after being forbidden to date anyone Tracy instructed her to meet her new lover by the bathroom brought those fantasies close to reality. However when she saw Samantha coming down the hallway to claim her as her prize her fantasy was forced to take a turn where she never allowed it to go. She was not a lesbian and now the most dominate girl in school had her sights set on her. After being told she was going to be picked up that Saturday she was nervous about what was going to happen. Yes she had kissed girls before, her boyfriends wanted her to, insisted and in a way fed her fantasy. However this was different, she was not doing it to please a boy she was supposed to please the girl. Tracy had been insistent on how she was supposed to act. Samantha wanted to be her lover and she would do so, unless she wanted the video to come out. Tracy insisted she dress far sexier than she had ever dressed for a date, to make sure Samantha knew just how much she wanted to be her girl and leaving no doubt about what she was willing to do to make her new lover happy. Tracy had insisted she offer to pleasure Samantha on every date and not expect anything in return. For Shannon it was humiliating to have to learn to perform oral sex on another woman. Yet Samantha did fit her fantasy. She was forced into a relationship she did not want and now it being a lesbian one only added to it and once Samantha started to use the strap-on it was closer to making love to a man. However even that had changed when Samantha announced she was going to bring someone new into the relationship and after the prom she was forced to miss, her lesbian lover brought her newest acquisition into the relationship. Samantha explained that he was to be there boyfriend. Introduced to each of there parents as such and as she and Samantha would now live together at her house on campus Jason would be spending most of his time there as well. Being close to the same size the two would share her cloths as Samantha would literally wear the pants in the relationship. Now instead of being loaned out by her strong boyfriend into a relationship she did not want she was now in a relationship she did not want and being loan out to a boy trapped in the relationship just like her. As she stopped in front of her blackmailer hopefully for the last time she felt her juices slowing run down her thigh.