"Say it, you cocksucker. Say it."

"I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH!"

Sarah smirked. It was a cocky smirk. The smirk of someone who won and humiliated her opponent who so richly deserved it. But she was also confused. While she fully understood why dominating Brock for all his teasing and stupid grab-ass behavior felt good, she didn't know why it was making her pussy so wet. She could feel an arousing warmth growing inside her. It was tingly and powerful, unlike anything she had ever felt in her 18 years.

Brock, for his part, just whimpered meekly. Sarah had him on the ground in a very painful hammerlock. It felt like his arm would dislocate at any moment. Sarah looked over at her old friend John. He smirked back as he held back Brock's buddies. Sarah released Brock and pushed him away.

"Fuck you!" Brock whimpered.

Sarah moved towards Brock, and he cowered. Sarah snickered. John let go of Brock's buddies and walked toward Sarah.

"Let's go, John."

---

Sarah Graham was a high school senior with sandy blond hair. She was 5'8'', 125 lb., with a toned athletic body. She was the quintessential tomboy, always wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She preferred boy shorts to thongs and plain Hanes bras to the frilly Victoria's Secret types. Her hair was always in either a ponytail or messy bun. While she thought some of the boys in school were cute, she had no desire to date them.

Her most notable physical feature was DD-cup breasts, which she had no use for. Her large bust was just another obstacle to her, one that required wearing two sports bras to just go jogging. Her dream was to be a Mixed Martial Arts fighter or an American Ninja Warrior. Her room was decorated with posters of Ronda Rousey, Joanna Jędrzejczyk, Jessie Graff, and Kacy Catanzaro. Big boobs just got in the way.

She learned her love of fighting and athletics from her father. He co-owned a gym. Before Sarah was born, he was a promising Tae Kwan Do fighter. He nearly qualified for the Olympics before a knee injury derailed him.

Her mom and he were young when Sarah was born, about 22 years old. While her father went to work at a local gym, her mom went to community college. After she finished her nursing degree, she divorced Sarah's dad and moved in with a doctor from the local hospital. A few years later, they moved away, and Sarah barely saw her again.

Her dad tried to give her a well-rounded life growing up. In addition to giving her Tae Kwan Do lessons, he bought her Barbie's and My Little Ponies. Sarah had little interest in the dolls. He wouldn't admit it, but he was always a little proud when he would catch her arranging martial arts tournaments for her dolls instead of playing house.

Tae Kwan Do lessons were where she met John. They started taking lessons together at 8 years old. They became quick friends. He was one of the few boys who didn't treat Sarah differently for being a girl. He didn't tease her or go easy on her when they sparred.

They fell out of touch when John stopped going at 14 years old. He decided to focus on football, where he starred as an all-conference linebacker. He had grown into a 6'3'', 215 lb. athlete. His dark brown hair was thick and wavy.

He was always kind of a dork, from preferring to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cartoons to chasing girls. He never quite grew out of it, even as he grew into a strong, lean body that many of the girls at school gawked at in the halls.

Sarah stuck with the lessons. She excelled at them. So much so that she received college scholarships from a half dozen universities. Her father marveled at her abilities. Where he had excelled through practiced technical proficiency, Sarah had an innate understanding of fighting that made her a creative and difficult-to-handle opponent. These skills served her well in her fight with Brock.

Brock was a stereotypical bully. Growing up, he was always big for his age but not coordinated or disciplined enough to use that size for sports. He masked his insecurity by picking on anyone smaller than him.

On this fateful day, he chose to target Sarah. He never liked her. She was smoking hot even though she didn't put in the effort on her makeup or clothes like other girls. She barely acknowledged he existed.

On this day, he was hanging out with his two buddies in the parking lot after school. Sarah walked by, and he called out, "Hey, sweet tits, how about a smile?"

Sarah rolled her eyes but kept moving. He wasn't worth a response. Brock did not take being ignored lightly.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Learn to take a compliment, bitch."

He turned to his friends and muttered, "Frigid bitch."

Sarah was having a bad day. She was late to school because her car wouldn't start. Her math teacher chewed her out because she didn't finish her homework. At lunch, a cheerleader scoffed at her and called her fat because she was eating a burger. This was the last straw.

"Oh, so I'm a bitch? Why? Because I didn't swoon when Brock O'Neal called me 'sweet tits'? Get over yourself."

During this exchange, John walked into the parking lot. The yelling caught his attention.

"Whatever bitch. Calm down. Are you on your period or something?"

Brock and his buddies snickered at this "hilarious" comment. Sarah found it enraging. John did not like hearing him call anyone a bitch let alone his old friend. While Sarah and John had barely talked in the past four years, he still regarded her as a friend.

Sarah stepped to Brock and said, "Apologize before I make you beg for forgiveness."

Brock scoffed at her. He stepped toe-to-toe with her. At 6' 1'', he had to look down to make eye contact with the 5'8'' girl.

"Fuck off, bitch."

John had had enough. "Hey asshole, step off."

Brock's buddies got in between John and Brock. Brock looked over at John and then down at Sarah.

"I know what will make you feel better." With that, he roughly grabbed Sarah's ass. Before he even knew what was happening, Sarah grabbed her wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. He fell to his knees.

John had just struggled past Brock's buddies. All three froze, trying to grasp the quick change in fortunes. When one of the buddies tried to come to Brock's aid, John started to hold them back.

"Who is the bitch now, Brock?"

"Fuck you, bitch!"

She twisted his arm more, sending a sharp wave of pain through Brock's arm. She also kicked his foot out from underneath him as he tried to regain his footing.

"Say it," Sarah said coolly. "Say it, and it all ends."

"Fuck off!"

Brock yelped as she twisted his arm further. It was all he could take.

"Say it, you cocksucker. Say it."

"I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH!"

---

"Hey Sarah, you want a ride home?"

"That'd be awesome."

Sarah's heart was pounding as she and John walked towards his car. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. The warm feeling in her wet pussy had only grown.

"That was amazing, Sarah. You really kicked his ass."

"Thanks. It was maybe the most thrilling thing I've ever done."

She was surprised at how much she liked humiliating Brock. Dominating him physically and making him submit to her will had given her a kind of high. She was enjoying it and didn't want the feeling to end.

She looked over at John with a beaming smile. It melted John's heart; well, what was left after watching her kick Brock's ass had melted most of it. He respected the hell out of how she handled herself but couldn't help but notice what a beautiful woman she'd become. Even without makeup, she looked better than most of the girls in school. The freckles across her nose and cheeks were adorable. Her toned body and perky ass were sexy as hell. She was like a young Marisa Miller or Elizabeth Turner. The way her large breasts bounced every time she had twisted Brock's arm kept replaying in John's mind.

Sarah couldn't help but notice how hot John had become. His dark eyes and wavy hair were so cute. Even though he was just wearing a polo and jeans, he looked very put together. His shirt was just tight enough to show off his arm muscles and broad shoulders without looking too tight. Before they had got in the car, she had noticed how his jeans hugged his tight ass. The boy she used to sparred with was now a full-grown man.

She had become so preoccupied checking out John that she didn't notice that they had pulled into her driveway.

"So... um ... we're here."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Thanks for the ride."

She blushed. The pounding of her heart and the feeling in her loins had not dissipated. She didn't want it to.

"So, do you wanna come in?"

Her offer surprised herself. She knew her father wouldn't like her having a boy at the house when no one was home, but her head wasn't making the decisions anymore.

"Yeah, sure."

"Cool."

She led the way in the front door and straight to her room. She couldn't believe what she was doing. While she had had sex before, it was only with guys she had been with for a while. She had barely said five words to John over the last four years. Now, she was taking him to her room.

She let him into her room and closed the door behind them. She lingered at the door for a moment, just staring at John. He stared right back.

"This doesn't mean we are dating or anything. Okay?"

"What doesn't mean we are dating?"

"This."

She walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her tight, and kissed her back. After a minute or two, she broke the kiss but didn't pull away. It was agonizing how close their lips were.

"I'm not going to be your girlfriend."

"Uh-huh."

"Say it."

"I'm not going to be your girlfriend."

"Close enough."

They started kissing again, this time with more passion. John's heart was now pounding as hard as Sarah's. He still couldn't wrap his mind around what was happening now or why, but he was going with it. He loved the feeling of Sarah's body pressed against his. His hands started to wander. One hand grabbed her ass. It was unbelievably firm. His other hand was under her shirt on her stomach. He could feel her toned abs.

Sarah's hands were caressing the back of his head and neck. She liked the feeling of his thick hair in between her fingers. She started kissing his neck. She loved the feeling of his muscular neck and shoulders. He loved the feeling of her lips on his neck.

As much as she was enjoying making out, the warm feeling in her was transforming into a more demanding throbbing. She started guiding John towards the bed. They shuffled the 10 feet across the room to bed. She broke their kiss and pushed him on the bed.

"Lose the shirt now."

He obeyed immediately. While he peeled his shirt off, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down to his knees. She stepped back and enjoyed the sight of the hard-bodied man in her bed. He looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model: thick neck, broad shoulders, chiseled pecs and six-pack abs. The only difference was that A&F models usually don't have thick erections outlined in their boxer briefs.

She straddled John and pushed him flat onto his back by his shoulders. She slowly ran her hand down his toned arms and back up to his shoulders. She ran her nails down his pecs and gave his nipples a quick pinch. He gasped, and she laughed.

He started to lift her shirt. She grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them behind his head. She leaned forward so they were nose-to-nose.

"I'm in control now. Understand, boy?"

John didn't know what to say. No girl had ever been like this with him before. They all usually just let him lead. All he could do was nod "Yes."

Sarah was surprising herself. She didn't know what had come over her. She had never been this dominating before. But after humiliating Brock, she was drunk on the feeling of being in control.

---

Brock was furious. Who did this bitch think she was?

"That dumb bitch just got lucky. If I hadn't slipped, I would have slapped some sense into her."

"Yeah, totally," agreed Brock's buddy, Will.

"She's just an uptight bitch," added his other friend, Carl.

"What she needs is to get fucked by a real man to put her in her place. She's just upset because she knows I would never fuck a bitch like her: a sexually frustrated prude."

---

"Say it. Who's in control?"

"You are, Sarah. You're in control."

"Fucking right."

Sarah released his wrists. She grabbed him by the throat and kissed him hard. Then she sat back up while running her hands down his chest to his abs. She gloried in groping his 6-pack. When she had had enough of that, she pulled her shirt off. She wanted to feel his body against hers.

After she took off her shirt, she was embarrassed when she remembered that she was wearing a ratty old bra. Her usual bras were in the laundry. The one she had on was a year old and a size too small. Between the too-small bra and her heavy breathing, her breasts were spilling out the top and sides of the cups. Oh well.

She rolled off John to take off her jeans. She was wearing blue and white-stripped boy short-style underwear. They cupped her toned ass.

John could only stare. Her body was perfect: her perky ass, her round hips that curved into her thin waist. A faint hint of her 6-pack. She was topped off by an incredible bust. John had never been with such a buxom woman. He liked how her bra barely contained her. He loved the little freckles that adorned her cleavage. She was an 18-year-old angel.

He wanted to feel her up, but he knew he wasn't making the decisions anymore. Sarah rolled off the bed. She stood with her back to the bed. She pointed to a spot in front of her.

"Get on your knees, boy."

John obeyed. He knelt in front of her. His head was at the same level as her waist. He looked up at her, anticipating her next command.

"Take off my underwear."

He couldn't comply any faster. He grabbed each side with his hands and, with a quick motion, pulled them to the floor. Sarah stepped out of them. She sat at the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and grabbed two hands full of John's hair. She guided him to her impossibly wet pussy.

"Eat my pussy, boy."

She didn't need to tell him twice. He went right to work. John was proud of his pussy eating skills. A few months ago, he had an awkward experience giving his now ex-girlfriend head. He was so embarrassed; he spent the next two weeks researching blowjob tips on the Internet. The next time he ate her out, he made her cum. He had honed his skills since then. He rarely failed in giving girls orgasms from head. That wasn't going to change today.

He started by licking slowly up and down her slit. She moaned quietly. He gave her clit a quick flick with his tongue. She gasped. He pulled back a little and let her feel his breath on her pussy to tease her a little. She grabbed his hair and pulled him back to her pussy.

He used two fingers to spread her labia apart. He started lapping at a faster pace. She started moaning again. He turned his attention to her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, then nibbled it lightly. He varied the direction of his flicking: up and down, side-to-side, and every angle in between. Sarah's moaning dropped an octave to almost a growl.

While he was doing this, he slowly slid his middle finger into her pussy. He slowly slid it in and out. Then he slid it all the way in and started to curl it against the front wall of her pussy. He was hitting her G-spot over and over again.

Sarah was in heaven. She was lying on the bed with her ass at the edge and her legs draped over John's shoulders. As John sent wave after wave of pleasure into her throbbing pussy, her back arched, and toes pointed. She had a white-knuckled grip on the bed sheets. She threw her head back, unable to make any noise beyond a low moan punctuated by occasional grunts.

She could feel the warmth in her pussy growing and consuming her whole body. She could feel her cheeks blushing. Her chest soon followed. She felt like she was burning up.

After nearly 10 minutes of John playing her body like an instrument, she felt a powerful orgasm approaching. It was larger and more powerful than anything she had ever felt before.

Her head whipped up, and she looked down at John. Their eyes locked. Her lips formed an O as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her thighs started to quiver on either side of John's head. Her hips involuntarily bucked. She screamed, "OH, FUUUCCCKKKK!!"

They never broke eye contact as her orgasm hit. John held her legs tight and kept licking her clit as she rode out her orgasm. Eventually, her screaming and grunting died away, she collapsed on the bed and threw her head back.

She felt tingles from her head to her toes. Her skin became super sensitive to John's touch. He had stopped licking. He ran his hands up and down her thighs and up to her waist. She simultaneously needed to feel her body against her but couldn't bear any touch she was so sensitive.

She pulled him up next to her. She put her head on his chest and curled up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her. She couldn't get close enough. His hands on her back felt intense and almost tickled as he gently stroked her.

---

"That bitch is so frigid, she's probably never had a proper orgasm. Too busy hooking up with betas like John," Brock told his friends as they walked into a convenience store.

"Yeah, he's such a beta. He wouldn't know what to do with a girl if he ever had could get one," added Will as they perused the magazine rack for the latest copy of Maxim.

"Yeah, I bet he didn't even have the balls to try anything with Sarah, the cuck," said Carl.

---

"That was amazing."

"Thanks."

They lay entwined on the bed, catching their breath. After a few minutes, Sarah regained enough composure to move forward. While the orgasm she had just received was the most intense of her life, the burning inside her hadn't abated. She needed John's cock inside her.

"Do you have a condom?"

John privately cheered in his head at her words. He wasn't sure if they were going to have sex until now. Plus, his dad had bought him a box of condoms at the beginning of the school year. He gave a brief, awkward speech about being safe and told him to keep one in his wallet before he fled John's room as fast as he could.

John reached into his crumpled jeans, pulled out his wallet, and got the condom. Sarah snatched it from him. John was surprised and a little thrilled. A girl had never put on a condom for him.

"Lay down on your back, boy."

"Yes."

"Nuh-uh. 'Yes, Queen.' That's what you'll call me now."

"Yes, Queen."

Sarah wasn't sure where that had come from, but she was finding herself very into it.

She slid down so she was straddling John's knees. She gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs. She made eye contact with him and smirked. She slowly pulled down his underwear. When it was finally free, his cock sprang straight up. It was fully erect.

Sarah gasped. She had always thought cocks were pretty gross for the most part. But John's cock was different. As odd as it sounded in her head, she thought, "What a beautiful dick." It was perfect to her.

It was mostly straight with a slight upward curve. It was perfectly symmetrical. It was veiny enough to look powerful, like a weightlifter's bicep, but not so veiny it was gross. It was longer than any of the other cocks she had seen in person. She guessed it was maybe seven and a half inches. Her previous biggest was less than six inches. A thick pink head topped it off.

After what felt like an eternity to John of her looking at his cock, she looked back up at him and smiled. He was relieved. He had a bad experience with a past girlfriend who was intimidated by his size.

She tore open the condom. She held it in her right hand. Her left hand gently grabbed the head of his cock. She slowly slid it down to the base. She loved how warm and hard it felt in her hand.

She carefully placed the condom on his tip. She slowly unrolled it down while maintaining eye contact and that sexy smile.

She repositioned herself over John's hips. She was on her knee on one side and her foot on the other. She firmly gripped the shaft of his cock and ran the head up and down her slit. She loved how warm, hard, and thick it felt. The throbbing need inside her had returned with renewed force.

She lowered herself until his head popped in. They both gasped. It felt amazing. She positioned herself so she was on her knees on either side of him. She slowly lowered herself to get a couple more inches inside her before moving back up. She kept this up, slowly bouncing up and down on the first half of his cock.

He was perfectly thick. He was stretching her just enough to fill her with pleasure without hurting her. He tried to buck his hips to get the rest of his cock inside her.

Sarah slapped him hard across the face. She leaned forward to get nose-to-nose again.

"I'm driving. Don't move unless I say so."

She kissed him hard. She pushed herself back up using his shoulders. She continued to lean on his shoulder, pushing him into the bed. She returned to her previous motion. Taking 2, then 3, then 4 inches of his thick cock while moving so slowly it drove John crazy.

The throbbing warmth inside her became more demanding. To sate it, she pushed down as slowly as she could. She filled herself with all but the last half inch on his cock. She paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation. She rolled her hips in a circular motion so she could feel his cock against every inch of her pussy.

She slowly lifted herself until only his tip was inside. She then quickly moved down to take him in completely. She felt his dick hit her cervix. Her eyes opened wide, her jaw dropped, and she let out a high-pitched "AWW!"

She looked down and smiled at him while biting her lip. She released his shoulders. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She pulled his hands to her breasts.

"Leverage," she said. John squeezed her impossibly perky breasts and gently pinched her erect nipples.

She sat erect. She rose a few inches and dropped quickly again. Then again and again and again.

"AWW! AWW! AWW! AWW!"

Her head flew back. Her eyes were closed tight. She ran her hands through her long blond hair. She was completely lost to pleasure.

She gradually built up speed, taking longer and longer strokes. Her moans dropped deeper and deeper in pitch as her pleasure grew. Her chest and face were completely flushed. She was once again burning with lust.

Her orgasm started to build deep inside her. She could feel it getting close. John could feel her pussy muscles tightening. She opened her eyes for the first time in 10 minutes. She looked down at John. He held her gaze.

Her mouth was agape. She couldn't form words, only moans. His eyes grew wide as he felt her suddenly tighten even more. She gave a little nod. He started to buck his hips to match her rhythm.

She involuntarily threw her head back. She leaned back and held herself up with her hands on his calves. She screamed as her orgasm erupted. Unable to bounce in this position, she rolled her hips with his cock completely inside her. Her orgasm shook her for several minutes. It was more intense and complete than anything she ever felt.

---

Brock casually snuck a can of Axe body spray from the shelf into his pocket while his buddies made sure no one was looking.

"John is a classic limp dick. I bet he can't even get his tiny cock up, let alone please a woman," Brock mused.

"Yeah, white knights like him have to suck up to bitches to get any attention since they can't please a woman like a real man," Will stated.

"Too bad that dumb bitch is too stupid to know a real man when she sees one," Carl said.

The three boys made their way to the cashier with their copy of Maxim, three energy drinks, and two bags of Flaming Hots.

---

Sarah collapsed on top of John. His still-hard cock was still inside her. She nestled herself on his chest as she caught her breath. John wrapped his arms around her.

John was proud of himself for giving Sarah another orgasm, but he was starting to get impatient for his own. This 18-year-old beauty had aroused him to a level he'd never been to. He'd never seen a more perfect body in real life. He'd never had a more passionate lover. He even got off on her being in control; it just further demonstrated how into it she was.

Once Sarah caught her breath and started to return to earth, she worked her way up to John's face. She gave him a passionate kiss. As she did, he pumped his hips a little to remind her he was still hard.

"Mmmm, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you, boy. You served your role well. Now for your reward."

She rolled off him, to his momentary disappointment. She had to pause for a few seconds. She was unprepared for how empty she would feel without him inside her. When she was ready, she stood up.

She pulled out the sturdy wooden chair from her desk. She pulled John up by his hand and sat him in the chair. She straddled him so they would be facing each other.

She positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and lowered herself onto him. It was a relief to be filled by him again. In this position, her chest was the same height as his face. She leaned forward to kiss him.

They were the perfect picture of lust: two perfectly toned 18-year-olds, coated in nothing but sweat, giving into to their mutually held passion.

After a few minutes of kissing, she broke away to start riding him. He kissed her neck and bit her ear lobe. She loved it and moaned her approval. He gradually kissed down her neck while she slowly rode him. He kissed down her collarbones. Eventually, he lifted her breasts in his strong hands. He looked at them and then up at her with a smile.

He slowly licked around one of her nipples. He pulled away and gently blew on it. It sent a shiver through Sarah. She bit her lip and smiled. He repeated it on the other breast, slowly licking the nipple, adding a little nibble, and then blowing on it.

Sarah started increasing her tempo. She became more forceful with each stroke. In return, John began to get a bit rougher with her. He started to suck and bite her nipples, just enough for a small shock of pain.

He put his hand on the side of her face. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked in his thumb. She used her tongue and lips on it like it was a small cock.

He removed his thumb from her mouth. He lowered it to her clit. He used her saliva as lube while he stroked her clit back and forth. This intensified her building pleasure.

Sarah continued to build up speed. The two 18-year-olds locked eyes as they both started to feel orgasms approach. Sarah gripped his shoulders for leverage. Her nails dug into his skin. She broke eye contact as she leaned forward to get a better angle and quicken the pace.

John started to kiss and suck her neck. This sent Sarah over the edge. The combination of his cock inside her, his thumb on her clit, his other hand pinching her nipple, and him kissing her neck was too much. She couldn't continue to ride him. Her legs quivered. Her hands let go and contorted spastically. She screamed out, "OHHHHHHH, GAWD YES!!"

This sent John over the edge, and he erupted inside her as her pussy spasmed on his cock. He grunted loudly. His limbs went limp. His hands fell to the side. He was exhausted.

They stayed in that position for several minutes. Eventually, John put his hands on Sarah's back. She flinched. She was so sensitive. He gave her a little peck on the neck. She laughed and pushed him away. She had never felt so ticklish.

That peck brought her back to reality. Her eyes regained focus on her alarm clock. "Oh no!" she thought. They had been at it for nearly an hour.

"Oh shit! My dad will be home in twenty minutes. You need to leave."

She got off him and pulled off the condom. He went to the bathroom to clean up. She grabbed a piece of notebook paper and crumpled up the condom inside it. She shoved the wad of paper underneath the trash already in the can.

They got dressed quickly. Just before she shoved him out the door, she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.

"Remember, this isn't the start of anything. We aren't dating or whatever."

"Yeah, okay," he said with more than a little disappointment.

"Though I may need to use that dick again sometime. I really like it."

"Haha. Thanks. Sure."

---

Epilogue:

Sarah started to invite John to her Tae Kwon Do matches. After dominating an opponent in the ring, she enjoyed dominating John in the bedroom. They also would occasionally meet up after school when they were both in the mood. These were more conventional meetings where Sarah ceded equal control to John. She enjoyed both types of meetings. They were different, but both were fulfilling.

She did hold the line on dating. As much as she liked John as a friend and as a lover, she did not want the baggage of a relationship, especially since they would be graduating in a few months.

Brock and his friends were eventually caught shoplifting. They tried to steal some condoms from a drugstore. The manager gave them a stern talking-to. In exchange for paying for the condoms, he let them go without calling their parents or the police. The condoms would never be used.