Sex… the best revenge [MF]

Hey everyone, back for another tale of titillation. This story is about me getting even, they say revenge is a dish best served cold…. I think revenge is best served with a healthy load.

Tonya was one of those “it” girls back in school. She and I attended the same school from kindergarten through senior year of highschool. She liked to put me down often, treating me like less than, and poking fun at every opportunity. When we were in grade school I was a bit on the heavy side and not big into sports or anything so naturally I was already an outcast. Tonya fueled the fire that burnt me so often. I just wanted friends, I wanted in the popular crowd… That wouldn’t happen until highschool and even then Tonya treated me like dirt.

Our story takes place about 2 years after graduation. I had been working at different places, retail and food service, saving money to move out of town to the east coast for college. It was late one night and I had just finished smoking a joint. I had run out of papers and needed to go get more, as well as a drink to ease the cotton mouth I had.

I pulled into the gas station, grabbed a drink, papers and a candy bar for my pending munchies and was headed out the door.

“Han?!?!” A voice called out from the isle behind me. I didn’t have to look, I knew that voice, it was Tonya. I turned around pretending to not know who was calling for me. “Oh hey Tonya, long time no see”.

Tonya was all about 5’5″ and 115 lbs, a mix of sandy and bleach blonde hair parted at the middle cut just above her shoulders. She was wearing a tight knee length dress and heels, and was still incredibly fit. She had a cheerleader build and her makeup was on point as always, damn she looked good.

“Hey Han, how have you been? How’s life treating you?”
Who was this? In nearly 14 years Tonya had never asked how I was. “I’m good, how about you?” I replied. “Oh I’m doing ok, man what’s it been like 2 years now? You still playing music?” She asked. “Yeah I’m about to head out to Boston to go to school at Berkeley” I responded. “Holy shit Berkeley?!? Damn man that’s cool” (who the fuck was this? Surely this wasn’t the same bitch that had literally tormented me for the better part of 12 years now…)

“Yeah” I said barely involved with this conversation, thinking I just wanna go smoke and chill. She bought a drink and a pack of cigarettes and followed me out the door, continuing to small talk. “You live close?” She asked. “Yeah I’m still in the old house I’ve always been in, what about you, did ya move back in with your parents for the summer?” I responded. “No, I finished the 2 year program where I was and now I’m going to school up here this fall so I have an apartment around the corner. Are you busy right now? I’ve got some weed back at my apartment if ya wanna come smoke?” She said. (One thing you all should know by now… I’m a pot head… A major pot head. I have never tapped out on smoking and never turned down an offer to get lifted)

“Um yeah sure, I’m not doing anything but going home and smoking myself anyway” I responded. We get in our respective cars and drive the couple blocks to Tonya’s apartment complex. We pull in and walk up stairs to her apartment. She opens the door and lets me in first, it’s clean, and smells like vanilla with a hint of pot in the background. It’s a nice little 2 bedroom apartment for a 20 year old woman.

I grab a seat on her couch. “Hey do you mind rolling a joint while I change our of my work cloths?” She asked “yeah sure” I said as she disappeared into a room down the hall

A moment later she returns in a crop top t-shirt that was super tight (flexing her still defined midriff) no bra under it and a pair of over sized sweatpants that hung down below her hip bones like a pair of lowrider jeans. Fuck she’s fine I thought and then realized who I was talking about… This was not going anywhere Tonya was a wretched person, a royal bitch, a source of pure torture for me…. Why did I agree to come here? God I’ve got weed at home I thought.

She grabbed a spot on the couch next to me and sparked the joint I just rolled. She took a deep toke and passed it to me. “So how’s life been since high school? You still dating Jenn?” She asked. “No we split about 6 months after graduation, what about you? Still with Steve?” I responded “Nah I ended that just before I moved away for school” said Tonya. “Did you meet anyone down at college?” I asked pretending to care. “Yeah, but….” She trailed off. “But.?.?” I coaxed. “Well… He was a douchebag and if I’m honest…. Vanilla as hell” she said “A vanilla douche”

“Why do you say that?” I asked. “Well he was lousy in bed and I found out he was cheating on me almost the entire time we were dating these last couple years” (I liked the guy already, this bitch deserved a little heartache). “Oh man, sorry to hear that.” I said

Tonya put the roach into an ashtray on the table and as she did her breast grazed my arm. She grabbed her bag and bowl and scooted closer to me. She packed a bowl and handed it to me to spark it up, when she put her hand down it was on my thigh, instinctively my cock twitched in my jeans. (Something about me dear readers, I wear boot cut jeans, I also get them a little tight in the thighs to accentuate my package and when I sit down I slump down so my jeans ride up a little in the crotch. It’s a power move)

We pass the bowl back and forth as I continue to needle the topic. “So you said lousy in bed, elaborate.” I questioned. “Well like I said he cheated on me…. Me and lousy doesn’t even cover it. He was selfish and small.” She continued, “He never went down on me, but insisted on blow jobs, he was about 4.5 inches and pencil thin and he would be finished after he came… He didn’t care if I came or not.”

Tanya got up to get a drink and asked me if I wanted something by shouting from the kitchen from around the wall behind me. I could see her ass bent over looking into the refrigerator from the couch and I can’t be 100% certain even looking back on it today if she was wiggling or butt or not but I seized the opportunity.

I moved with a swiftness and before she could react I reached her as she closed the refrigerator door. Pressing her body into the refrigerator with my own. I reached up with one hand I grabbed a large clump of her hair, with the other I reached around and grabbed her boob. She turned her head gently pulling against my grasp and smiled a wide sadistic grin as she leaned into kiss me.

I released her hair and breast and with both hands yanked her pants down fast and hard. I kick her feet apart and force her to press her face into the counter. She’s got on a black g string, it looks expensive…. I rip it off her and throw it on the floor.

“So you haven’t been eaten out in over 2 years. Brace yourself this isn’t gonna be a vanilla night for you”

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her beautiful tight ass and folds. I tongued her all over. Spread her petite pink pussy lips and eat for days on it. She was a snack sized girl but I made her a full 6 course meal. She came on my face as she spread her ass apart for me. A tongue fuck her asshole as I spank her multiple times and hard enough to leave fingerprints each time. A bite her butt cheek hard enough to leave teeth marks but not break the skin. As I’m eating her ass I drop my pants, Tonya here’s my belt buckle hit the tile floor.

She leans backwards to stand up straight and I force her back down face first on the counter top. “Who said you could move?!” I said sternly. Tonya laid her face back on the counter top gentle and grinned again.

I ram my cock deep in her, ignoring her tightness resisting me and my hips clap against her ass hard. I put one hand on her back and press her into the counter, with the other I grab her shoulder and use it as a handle. I take a pound of flesh with each thrust. She’s screaming in ecstacy. She gushes as she comes hard and her legs shake so bad she would have fallen had I not been slamming her hips into the counter top.

I grab her hair and intertwine my fingers and I have two handles. With every thrust she’s grasping for something to hold onto, she settles for palms flat on the counter. She asks if it’s ok to move now. “Yes” I respond. She straightens up a bit and takes her top off. I reach up and grab her throat and the inside of her left elbow as I continue my barrage of her pussy. I slow my pace to fight off cumming but I don’t ease on the intensity of my thrusts.

She places a hand on each of my hips and pushes me back a bit.

That’s a wrap on part 1. Part 2 will be posted soon. This is only a two part story.

Thanks for reading

Han –

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u9td6g/sex_the_best_revenge_mf