It's funny how much a little kiss can change a life. It's even funnier how surprised Steph was when that little kiss made her into my little bitch.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'll just start by describing myself: a 16 year-old bomb-shell with impossibly long legs and flawless skin. Having DD tits and a perfect ass just adds to the awesome that is my body. And I'm not saying all this to brag, it's just a fact.

Steph, on the other hand, is pretty plain, I'd even go so far as to call her hideous, but that may just be me getting pissy again. She's rail thin, almost anorexic, has no curves to speak of and she has a belly so fat and round that she looks 6 months pregnant despite her small frame. No chin and a bit of a mustache growing doesn't help her.

So why did I pick her?

Because she picked the wrong man to mess with. She chose my man.

Now my man, is Michael. Michael, the adonis of my school, is the most drop-dead gorgeous specimen of a guy that I have ever seen: picture heath ledger's face with brilliant green eyes and the sexiest rock-hard abs imaginable. And his 9 and a half inch package isn't too shabby either. Which is why from the moment I saw him, I knew he'd be mine, one way or another.

That is, I knew that until Steph got her ugly little pussy in the way.

Steph just waltzed right into my high school halfway through the year like she was royalty and we all should kiss her ass. Which was not going to happen; and as she would soon find out, the exact opposite would be occurring. Steph started with Jess' man, she flirted and tramped around like the newest hit at a strip club. I pretty much ignored her for the first few months, after all, she wasn't after anyone that I wanted.

But then she decided to catch Michael. And she chose wrong.

Now if I was a fighter, like Jess, I would probably have bashed her head into the brick wall surrounding our school as soon as I saw the little good-bye peck on the lips the she gave Michael after third period. While wearing his jacket, I may add, the same jacket the I made him for christmas in the 9th grade.

Normally, I can get any guy I want, with just a flip of my long brown hair and a well-timed "accidental" boob brush. But it seemed that Steph had some cards she had yet to show.

I masturbated that night, as usual, thinking about Michael and the times we had when we were younger, discovering each others bodies, kissing here, stroking there. But that night, every time my fingers started to really work their magic, my mind would think of Steph, and the kiss, and I'd have to start all over again.

Eventually, after about an hour of extremely frustrating fingering, I fell asleep with my fingers buried in my pussy and my other hand pinching my left nipple.

I was walking through the empty school when I noticed movement near the science labs. I went to check it out, only to find Michael and Steph going at it on one of the teacher's desks. I stood there, watching as Steph thrust herself onto Michaels shaft, over and over, howling for more. Michael noticed me and called out.

I ran into the room and grabbed Steph by the tits, not that they were much of a handhold. Lifting her, I tossed her to the cold hard floor underneath the desk. Michael sat up and kissed me deeply, then moved down towards my breasts. Kissing and nibbling at my nipples, he let his right hand slowly inch down between my legs. I felt a shiver run up my spine and felt my pussy start to soak itself as his fingers slipped between my folds and immediately went for my clit. I reacted instantly, pushing myself harder onto his hand while he slipped two fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot and paying attention to my clit with his thumb.

I was so caught up in what I was feeling that I barely noticed that Steph had crawled out from underneath the desk and was now licking and kissing Michael's raging hard-on. She twirled her tongue around the edge of his sensitive head, a trick that I had taught her when she was still new and wanted tips on sex. Michael gasped and his hand slipped from my crotch as he gripped the desk for dear life. I became filled with rage. Who was this little bitch to upstage me? Pissed, I slapped Steph in the face as hard as I could. She hit the floor hard and I yanked her back up by the top of her bushy hair.

"You wanna lick somethin you little slut?" I said as I pushed her face into my pussy "Lick this."

Amazingly, Steph obeyed. Hesitant at first, she just licked a little around my inner thighs, but she soon got bolder and began to nibble and lick just the way I told her to. I clutched the edge of a table as she brought me closer and closer to going over the edge of orgasm. I finally slapped her away and turned back to Michael, who was stroking himself slowly, enjoying the show.

I gave Michael a meaningful look and then turned around and leaned over the desk in front of me. The cool tabletop felt amazing to my hyper-sensitive nipples. I spread my legs as far as I could and waited. I didn't have to wait long before I felt the head of his dick at my hot entrance. I pushed against him a little, giving some encouragment.

I screamed with pleasure as he rammed his full length inside me with one stroke and started thrusting in and out with a passion I'd never felt before. We fucked like that, with me yelling and him yelling, both of us grinding ourselves closer with each trust. Michael's heavy sack slapped against my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through me at each stroke.

Just as I was feeling myself cumming, Michael exploded inside me. I felt the walls of my pussy collapse and tighten as I came, milking him for all he was worth.

We fell onto the floor together, too exhausted to move.

 I had forgotten about Steph until I felt her hands slide up my leg as she buried her face in my sensitive pussy, trying to lap up our juices like the bitch she is.

I kicked her and sent her sprawling. She came back, only this time she went for Michael's dick. I watched her for a minute fuming, as she tried to nibble and suck his shaft. He nudged at her and murmered for her to get away but he was still too weak in his post-orgasmic state to make more of an effort.

I sat up and looked around the room. I noticed a thick flashlight on top of a filing cabinet and quickly retrieved it. It was time for Steph to get hers. Walking quietly up behind Steph I motioned for Michael to get up and told him through silent motions what I wanted him to do.

Steph was still laying on the floor, where she had finally stayed after a good kick from Michael.

I grabbed her up by the hair and slammed her down face first, into to same position I had just been in. Michael came up behind me and handed me some thick rope from the teacher's supply closet and we tied her tightly to the legs of the table. Steph was crying, and loudly, so I shoved some gauve from the first aid kit into her mouth and taped over it. She still let out muffled sounds but it didn't matter anymore, no one but us could hear her.

I stepped in front of her and showed her the thick and long flashlight in my hand. Her eyes widened into saucers and she started struggling against the ropes, but we had tied them so tight that she couldn't move.

I stepped back behind her and leaned over her as I trailed the butt of the flashlight over her pussy lips. She was terrified, making her dryer than sandpaper. I whispered in her ear "Paybacks a bitch ain't it." as I shoved the flashlight all the way up her pussy. She screamed so hard that she didn't even make a sound. I tapped on the butt of it, hard, causing her to scream again and again. I pulled the flashlight all the way out and then slammed it back in, using the blood from her now torn pussy  as lubrication. I leaned back over her as I pumped and said "C'mon slut, cum for me, what happened? You were so excited when it was Michael's dick! Oh, maybe that's it then, you need Michael inside you, don't you, you whore."

I stepped back and motioned to Michael, now rock hard. Michael walked up behind Steph and spat into his hand. Rubbing his spit onto his dick, he placed a finger into Stephs asshole. Steph stiffened, realizing where Michael was planning to fuck her.

My hands were sliding all over my body and they began pumping in and out of my hole just as Michael slammed into Steph's ass. She screamed again as he tore her up and he slapped her ass as he thrust in and out of her. Michael reached underneath and began pushing on the flashlight in time with his thrusts.

Michael pounded both her holes like his life depended on it. My fingers were flying over my pussy. Michael roared and I moaned as we both climaxed at the same time. He pulled out and slapped Stephs ass as hard as he could, not that she would feel it, since she had blacked out long before we came.

Michael wiped his dick on her ass and then walked towards me. Kissing me, we both walked out, leaving Steph there until morning when a very flustered biology teacher would wake her up and rape her as well.

I woke up panting and hot, feeling like I had just run up Mt. Everest. I smiled as I replayed my dream over and over in my head, my hands slowly creeping down between my legs as I reached for Michael beside me...

To be continued?