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Samantha could never figure out how or why it kept happening. They didn’t even like each other. Heck they hated each other enough that when they were in the same place together it usually ended in an all out brawl. But somehow Samantha kept finding herself being fucked silly by Tory. And although Samantha hated the word, it was really the only word that seemed to fit. It wasn’t love. Definitely not love. It was just as violent as some of their karate brawls. Heck Samantha was pretty sure Tory was right now biting her on her thigh.
Yup. That was a bite.
But Samantha loved how Tory made her feel. She wondered if this was how Tory felt all the time. Unencumbered by rules and niceties. To just fuck for the sake of fucking.
They never really talked about whatever it was that was happening. Samantha had tried once and Tory had picked a fight with her that nearly ended in yet another Cobra Kai/ Miyagi-do karate brawl. Tory had found her later and had fucked her under a tree in a pile of leaves. Samantha hadn’t brought it up since.
Sometimes Samantha would see Tory stare at her when she was walking the halls with Miguel or sneer at her when Robbie would be extra sweet to her. Samantha knew the effect she had on boys. They were quick to treat her like the helpless pure virginal damsel in distress at the slightest provocation. Tory had said more than once she had used that to her advantage. Which was why Tory treated her the exact opposite. When Samantha and Miguel had sex for the first time Miguel had shown up at her front door and Samantha was half convinced he had come to apologize to her father for defiling his daughter. Tory on the other hand enjoyed fucking Samantha in broom closets and piles of leaves and then beating her at karate tournaments.
Samantha was yet to beat Tory at an actual match and it really pissed her off. The first time she did Samantha planned to be the one doing the fucking and take Tory in some dark dirty place the whole time reveling in her victory.
“What are you thinking about?” Tory whispered harshly in her ear “Are you thinking about Miguel or Robby? Are you thinking of Miguel’s dick in your pussy as I stick my fingers in? Because if you are maybe I should go back to one instead of….” Tory paused and pretended to count “three.”
“Shut up bitch”. Samantha grunted as Tory pushed once again into her.
“Soooo….”
“I was thinking about what I would do to you after tonight’s match when I beat your ass.”
Samantha grunted harshly as she felt a fourth finger and then an entire fist enter her. God how she hated Tory.
“That’s my girl….” Tory smiled. “but it’s never gonna happen princess.”
Samantha screamed in anger, frustration and lust as she came with Tory smiling triumphant above her.