I was around 10 years old when the unthinkable happened – all the girls saw my penis on the playground at school.
It was just a stupid kid thing, some guy pantsed me and pulled down the underwear too, but it happened to be in front of all the girls I either was crushing on, had crushed on, or would crush on.
It was horribly embarrassing, but something that should fade with time.
But for the next 5 or so years, every time I managed to forget about the embarrassment, Sabrina would remind me.
It was cruel, she bullied me with it basically. I was never comfortable around her, even as time went and other people seemed to care less and less. She just would not let it go, and would not let me forget.
I was very happy when we all graduated to high school, and I found out she was not going to mine.
*
About 4 years passed happily from there. I was 18, I was happy, I was enjoying my youth.
I was at a party on a Friday night, drinking for maybe the 3rd or 4th time when my friends asked if I wanted to go out and try weed… I was down with it, till I went out on the patio and saw Sabrina sitting there smoking.
I just about noped out of there but I caught her eye, she called my name, jumped up and ran over and hugged me as if we had been friends.
I figured it was the drugs that prompted her.
*
So I got high with Sabrina.
We talked a lot. It turned out she, “Always had a crush on me. Teased me cause of it. Was so so sorry…”
I honestly just got upset at hearing it. She could have showed she had a crush on me in “any other way at all” and she would have saved me so much frustration. She literally fucked with a big part of my childhood and my confidence.
All that ran through my head repeatedly, along with the unfamiliar feelings of the smoke in my lungs and blood stream and wherever else it does in your body to get you fucked up.
I said something to the effect of what I just wrote above and she replied, “Well you know, I could make it up to you?”
And all at once I noticed her not just as some object of hate and loathing, but as the toned red head she was, with huge tits and jeans that were strangling her hips and ass. All at once I looked at her as something sexual.
I hadn’t yet discovered the darker side of sex really, this would be a rather clumsy introduction.
I could feel a sort of angry lust build up in me. I imagined fucking her mouth hard, or bending her over the table. To work out the years of frustration…
Before I even answered she got up and took my hand and lead me back inside.
*
She lived down the street from the kid whose party we were at. I swear we were at her house in no time. Her parents were gone for the weekend. There was really nothing to stop us.
She kept leading me by the hand, I was drunk and high and my mind was swimming. I kept looking at her tits.
Next thing I know she’s kissing me in her living room. Her lips are pressing to mine and they feel warm like fire. They are nice against mine, wet, sweet and the tingling in my body comes to a head where we touch.
But the long earned hate for Sabrina suddenly springs back to mind. And my hands are in her hair and I’m pressing my lips harder against hers. I’m pushing and forcing my tongue into her mouth if she likes it or not. And she returns the violence.
Then she takes it a step further and pushes me with both hands in the chest, so I’m forced to try to step back. But my legs are against a couch I didn’t even notice. I stumble and fall back, I’m sitting, and she just smiles down at me like a red-haired devil.
She pulls that hair out of some elastic or scrunchy or something else, I can’t remember, but what I do remember was her shaking her head and her wild red hair flying everywhere. And an evil grin behind it.
She proceeded to take off her top and released her bra and tossed it away.
Then she peeled her jeans down and off.
Her panties were dropped to the floor.
The whole process was only a few seconds. She never broke eye contact, but I did, I kept going back and forth between her tits and her grin.
She bit her lip, I noticed that.
Then she fell to her knees.
*
She unzipped my jeans, pulled them down and my underwear with them.
And I was reminded of when the kid who pulled my pants down and started this mess. Hatred filled me, but for a second, I thought, maybe, I might end up thankful. At least, momentarily.
But I did rage.
She ran her hands back up from my ankles and up my bare legs to my cock.
It was hard before she even touched it. At least that part of me really wanted her.
Her hands ran right up its length, she held it up between her hands, thumbs and forefingers wrapped around it, and she immediately brought her lips to the tip and started sucking on it.
The rage built in me.
My fingers ounce again tangled in her hair, and I guided her head as she sucked me up and down.
And as my head spun I lost myself.
At some point it changed from her sucking my cock, to me fucking her face.
I was holding her head, and thrusting my hips upward. And her mouth felt amazing.
I heard her gags and gasps.
And when I realized what I was doing, I looked down and saw tears streaming from her green eyes.
I suddenly caught myself, I pulled her head clear off my cock and let out an involuntary, “Sorry”
But she smiled and said, “More.”
*
She moved her head to resume the face fuck on her own, but stopped short, and looked up at me and said, “Unless… you wanna fuck me?”
She did not have to ask twice.
I was on my feet immediately, and pushing her over the couch.
She put her hands on the back of the couch and bent forward.
I put my hands on her hips. I brought my cock toward her, I took it in one hand and rubbed the tip against her pussy.
And that pussy was drenched.
Fuck condoms and common sense and everything, and fuck her especially.
I didn’t think about any of that, I just thought about punishing that pussy literally.
I pulled the one hip toward me and thrust forward, and my entire length was in her, and it felt amazing.
Her pussy hugged my cock immediately. and held onto it, as I started to pound her.
She moaned and grunted and thrust back against me. It was a hate fuck if there ever was one, though the hate was one sided. I was giving it, she was seeming only to just love the freak nature of what we were doing.
“Pull my hair again.”
And I fucking did, almost trying to pull it from her scalp.
“Spank my bitch ass.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I’d never done it before, but there was no introduction. The hand that had been on her hip was high above my head a split second later, and a split second after that rained down on her round ass as hard as I could deliver it.
She shuttered with that first slap and moaned.
“Moooooore.”
And soon I was pounding her pussy with my cock, pounding her ass with my palm.
She kept begging “more”, and begging “harder”.
*
When I felt like things could get no more primal, I felt something on my balls.
I looked down, and saw one of her hands was no longer holding her up, just one arm was laid across the couch, the other hand was now reaching between her own legs. What I felt were her fingers rubbing her clit.
Rubbing wasn’t the right word though, those fingers were working just as hard and bluntly as my cock. She was beating an orgasm out of herself, and her moans and panting changed and let me know she was reaching her goal.
She was loving this savagery.
And so was I.
*
Then all at once she said, “Do you wanna come on my bitch face?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g6w30v/mf_sabrina_made_my_life_hell_i_paid_her_back