* Not a native English speaker
* Names were changed to protect identities
* I created this account to vent and confess my stories.
Violet was a popular girl in high school and men always wanted to be with her. She had big brown eyes and a long straight hair, but mostly, she had a gifted petite body and knew how to use make up effectively.
It seemed that every month she had a new boyfriend and she really enjoyed the attention.
I was really not that interested in her because she seemed to be tomboyish and banal, besides, [the girl I liked at that time was a lot more interesting](https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/f0ogu5/20_years_of_me_being_a_fool/) to me.
We had friends in common so I always was polite to her
One day Violet started dating with Caesar, one of my friends. I kind of distrusted her intentions and I felt uncomfortable because sometimes she was overly sexual. For example, she would be rubbing her big butt against Caesar’s crotch during lunch time. This did not last too long as she dumped him a couple of months later for the next catch.
Not long after that she convinced another of my friends, Simon, to be her boyfriend. This time the magic lasted even less (about two weeks) all because Violet had found a better looking hunk. Simon was devastated and I felt angry at her.
About ten years later I was angry at life after a recent breakup when I received a text message from Violet. She wanted to see old friends from high school just like me. It seems that she was getting divorced and was facing an identity crisis after her husband cheated on her (surprising given that she cheated on him on the day before the wedding). I decided to offer her a lending hand in the meantime and use her the same way she used my friends.
At first I was there for her like the old-time friend she needed, but after a few days crying on my shoulder she decided she wanted to spend more time with me. At that time all I wanted was to have the same overly-sexual treatment I have seen before, but we ended up going to a mountain park… I was not disappointed: there she let me grab her bosom and behind in public. I would rub her pussy over her tiny shorts anywhere. Local legends tell that if two lovers get to the top of that mountain then they shall be united by an unbreakable bond, but due to risk of a landslide the road was closed, so we went to a motel instead. There she turned off the lights and had to eat her in the dark. I had never tasted such a wet pussy, it was dripping sweet juices all over the place. When I turned on the lights she was ashamed at first because she was not the young attractive girl anymore, but a grown up milf. I calmed her down and then she let me took her some obscene photos to commemorate the occasion.
I spent the next month using her as a cum dumpster and she totally loved it. She would scream in pain when riding my instrument and then tell me that the pain was sufferable and delicious (apparently she had never been filled that deep). I would have never guessed that some girls actually like it rough but she kept asking me more over and over.
She would wear lingerie and corsets to grab my attention, asked me to penetrate her in all holes and call her slutty names.
All this time we had been in an open relation and I did not want to continue because feelings started to be involved. It was really difficult for me to cut her but I wanted to move on. We decided to split after a final fuck.
In the bed she acknowledged her bad behaviour when in highschool and then mentioned that after this she would return to be a slut and hurt as many men as possible.
I had no choice but to agree and then grabbed her really hard.
I had to make this occasion memorable, so I fingered and licked her just enough to make her orgasm before I even enter.
When I did she found herself squirming and screaming out of control.
It was great to feel her body body tightening from the inside while taking me.
While doing it, I took a deep look through the mirror.
Her body might be a little different, but otherwise I was fucking the same Violet from ten years ago.
She asked me if we could stay friends and have a fuck every once in awhile, but after what she had told me I couldn’t trust her to be discreet, so I kissed her goodbye.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f194ya/mf_i_happened_to_be_her_karma_teen_years_later