Revenge!

REVENGE!Generally I'm a friendly guy: I have never hated, don't hate and I don't think I will hate anyone. Yes, I admit I would destroy a few governments throughout Europe and I don't like 99,999% of the world population, but I don't hate them.But once...well twice...in the past I was on the brink of a hate explosion: this is my story. (All names in the story are not the characters' real names)In 2003 I used to have a friend, Mary, who was a good girl: nice, caring, funny and intelligent - at least at first. We got along on many things until a guy, Mark, tried to seduce her and managed. Marc is the classic guy that wants anything and gets anything: he's beautiful, tall, sporty, rich, funny...if you have to find a drink buddy, it's good but to have him as a friend is like walking on a tibetan bridge. I simply can't stand Marc.I can't stand Marc and warned Mary about him.As always happens, counsels are never appreciated and not only she decided to date him but she also told me she wouldn't be my friend anymore because she knew what I thought of her boyfriend.One month later she was crying for being cheated on but, you know, she slammed the door and I locked it.Farewell, Mary!In 2010 I met a girl, Sheila, and I fell in love: deep blue eyes, big boobs, long blonde curly hair, two meaty lips and, despite the fact she was a leftie, we used to get along on many things, like music, movies, values...One day I introduced marriage as a topic (to think!) but she told me she could never marry me."Why? Is it for my job? The fact I am not rich? What?""No, David! I like you for all you are and do but... I...I...I've cheated on you"Do you remember Eyjafjöll volcano? I was like him: burning fire from eyes and mouth like a divine Fury."Who's the bastard? Tell me his name!""No, David, you'll beat him. I won't""You either tell me his name or you'll sing like a Taliban in Guantanamo""I don't think you know him. He's Marc""Marc P... tall, black haired...?""Oh yes, you know him then. Please, don't put yourself into troubles"The bastard strikes again."For you? That would be pointless. You don't even deserve a farewell"I guess I'm not a cuckold lolAnyway less than 5 weeks later I was invited to a birthday party and, because of the fact my friends hadn't seen me for weeks, I had to go there. After the break with Sheila, I spent my time between running, cycling and shooting, listening to Burzum and Dimmu Borgir and talking to a priest about my rage. The priest is actually a good friend of mine, I call him "the priest", 'cause he's always in the church.My friends came to my house and brought me to the party, or better convinced me to take my motorbike and go to the party. "Bring a second helmet, you can never know whom you will meet"I arrived at the party but honestly there was nothing really interesting for me. My friends were either having sex (and I had nobody to have sex with), smoking weed (and I couldn't otherwise would have been fired) or drinking alcohol.I Ataköy Escort Bayan hate rap, hip hop, trap and the like, so I couldn't dance and the only girls who were at my disposal to talk to were way too young for me.I decided it was time to drink something. One red Grimbergen later, I sat on a sofa to message a friend to come and take me if I was too drunk to ride home in a couple of hours. When I raised my eyes from the mobile phone, I saw Sheila. She came near me and said hello."Hello, Sheila""I'm glad you're here, I haven't seen you since...since that day""Oh really? I haven't noticed" (lol)"When did you arrive at the party?""Maybe half an hour ago, why?""I haven't seen you before and thought you have just come""No, I've already drunk a beer""Red Grimbergen?""Yes""I bought it for you because I was sure you would have come. I prayed your friends to bring you here""Ah, why?""I have to ask you pardon for what I did. I didn't..." bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla She spoke for a few minutes but I heard nothing but bla bla bla until she said: "I've understood my mistake and left Marc the very same day" then bla bla bla bla bla bla bla again"Can I do something to get your pardon, David?""Try and invent a time machine, go back to the day you accept Marc's courtship and kick your fat ass""I deserve it, I know, but you should accept the fact I can make mistakes and I will never make this mistake again""Oh, you can keep making these mistakes...why should I care?""I still love you""You stopped loving me long ago"She tried to give me a kiss but I didn't move my face towards her and she could just kiss my cheek. I pushed her aside and told her not to try it again."David, why are so evil?"Evil? Ok, I'll be really evil now - I thought."You're true." I caressed her cheeks and asked pardon. "But you know that the rage can't vanish in five minutes".Sheila tried to kiss me again and I didn't refuse this time. Well I didn't actually kiss her lol but her lips were on mine."David, do you want to take a walk?""Ok"The party took place in a country house not far from a stream of water which we call "river" around which there is a forest.We walked in the moonlight for a while and got next to the river.She took my trousers and pushed them down, lowered my boxer shorts and tried to give me a blowjob."Don't do it" I warned."David, I'm not a baby, I know if something is good or not""Do you really believe in what you said?""Tonight you can be as evil as you want with me, you'll be forgiven""Good to know, but I suggest you shouldn't touch my cock"Have you ever found a girl who follows the advices you have just given?She placed her tongue under my cock head and sucked. A good sucking as she always used to.But I didn't warn her not give me a blowjob because it could have hurt her, the reason was much more physical: I had to p**s. And oh, what a golden shower I gave her under the moonlight. 750 cl of red Grimbergen can drench a girl.Her Ataköy Escort curly hair became straight and I dare say reddish lol Her clothes were wet and she also drank some of my p***."I had warned you" I said."What the hell, David? This is disgusting""No this is weird, silly if we want....cheating is disgusting"Shut up, bitch!"Anyway wait here, I'll go and take the keys of my bike and bring you home. Next time, follow my advices"I went to the party house, took my keys and said to everyone: "Ehi, Sheila fell in the river and she's totally drenched now. Come and see her"When we arrived there she was half naked and shouted: "What did you tell them? That you pi***d on me?""What?" - said someone - "Didn't you fall in the river?""David gave you a golden shower?" asked another."No, she fell in the river" I said."I hate you, David!""So do I, stupid whore"But the revenge was still not completed.In January 2018 I met a girl at the supermarket and helped her with her heavy bags (not the boobs, the shopping bags). She lived quite distant from the supermarket and I offered her a lift. When she saw the motorbike (a Triumph Rocket for those who wonder) she jumped on in an instant.A few days later, a Saturday, I got a call from her, asking me if I could go to her's with my Triumph. I accepted and went there. She showed me her motorcycle, a nice HD 883 Iron, and proposed me to go on a mountain 35 miles away to walk near a lake possibly under the snow. I obviously accepted and we drove our way.The place was a desert with some snow on the ground, no shop or restaurant open. We stopped our bike and took a walk. The lake is quite small and in one hour time we had completed the lap, so we decided to climb the mountain as high as possible: we arrived to a sort of refuge, knocked at the door to find nobody was inside.We turned on the fire and started talking. I honestly wanted something more than talking, so after a few minutes I tried to kiss her.The girl, Rachel, was an average to beautiful girl, with a lovely smile and nice boobs, not big but still good to touch and play with."No, David, don't kiss me""Then why are we here?""I don't know...I mean, I like but I'm engaged""Oh, this is different. I don't want to be the third bastard in a couple""He always mistreats me""He beats you?""No, not that. He doesn't consider me worth of his attentions" (and other things any of you can imagine)"Kiss me, Rachel. He'll never know, but a kiss can help you decide what's better for you"Well this was not really a neutral advice.She kissed me.Her lipstick was strawberries-flavored and in the mid of the winter it excited me even more. Strawberries are among my favorite fruits and I could taste them again only 3-4 months later. I couldn't move my lips off hers.My hands grabbed her tits, or, better, the part of the leather suit where her boobs should have been. She unzipped her jacket and sported a nice pair of juggs which I suddenly started touching, Escort Ataköy massaging and slapping."Hey bad guy""I'm a motorcycle man" (as the Saxon sang)"A sexy one""Not as sexy as you"I loved the sound of my bare hand slapping her firm, though average, boobs. I don't know what took my heart, but I really wanted her boobs to become red. A slap followed by a kiss followed by a firm suck of her nipples, followed by another slap. Pain and pleasure, and we still had to start.I stood up, lowered my trousers and pulled her head next to me. My cock enlarged the inside of her cheeks."Calm down, Valentino Rossi!"I laughed and gave her a very soft slap on her cheecks."lol you love it rough, David""ahaha not always, but you inspire me"She licked my navel and it really surprised me. You take for granted that a girl licks, sucks and kisses your cock, but the navel? I liked it. It was like a tickling but sexier. She spat on my cock just to lick it clean and spat and licked it again."And you said I'm a bad guy""ahaha""You're a good girl"She went under my legs and massaged and licked my balls. I could just touch my hair and bite my lips. "Wow, you're a sex goddess"She didn't reply but I felt her tongue near my asshole."oh my fucking hell" I shouted and pulled her head towards me "Stick that tongue in my ass"She made what is usually called a trombone and I felt like during a "Triumph" (when a military parade was taken in honor of the general winning a battle).I sat on a chair and told her to rim me while looking into my eyes. She did so with such a comfort that I thought she could have been a professional escort."Yes! Keep rimming, keep rimming"She rimmed me and fingered her pussy until she stopped to bend over."Choose which hole""Ass, sweetie""and let ass be"I grabbed her hair and pulled back with all my strenght, my rythm was slow but every hit was deep and furious. She moaned, and kept fingering her pussy. As the rythm of the anal penetration increased, I slapped her back, her ass cheeks, donkey punched her and she said nothing. As I increased effort and speed, she sounded like she appreciated. I kissed her neck and licked her ear whispering things like "My new slut", "Sexual devil", "Satan's messenger" and similar.The final stages of our encounter was "Fast and Furious 10" (9 at the time) and she screamed rather than moan. To pull a cock completely out of a bum, then go straigth to the anal wall and pull it off again make a girl scream. There's no magic in it.I wanted to cum on her so let her go on her knees and shot my load in her mouth and have her swallow. I thanked her with a slap.We stayed there talking for a while, then we had to go home (at 4 it's completely dark and it takes more than 1 hour from there to my hometown). I thought it was over, but a few days later she called me again and invited me to her home.When I get into I suddenly notice a photo of her and a guy: Marc P."Who's he? Your brother?""No, he's Marc, my boyfriend""Marc P****?""You know it?"I kissed Rachel on her cheeks, said I didn't want to make the two split and went away.Every step I took from Rachel to my Triumph was a note of the "Königgrätzer Marsch". Ah, how sweet is the taste of Revenge! I dare compare it to my ass and cum flavor lol