How My Revenge Started, Or The Power Of Pictures. Pt 1. The Prologue.
Introduction:
It all started when my girlfriend cheated on me.
We had been fine all summer long after high school had ended until our university started up. About two months after that was when she started freaking out and being weird. She had finally just told me that she needed space, so we tried “Taking a break” whatever the fuck that meant.
Three days later I was just about to go to sleep. I was scrolling around on my instagram in my bed at around 1 in the morning when Ashley’s friend Vanessa posted some pictures. They were some party pics from a get-together they were having at Ashley’s apartment. There were only 6 people there from what it looked like. Ashley, Vanessa, and her roommate, Taylor, then there were 3 guys that I had no idea who the fuck were. They looked a few years older and a little scruffy, wearing band t-shirts and jeans, two of them had tattoos but other than that there was nothing special about any of them.
The first photo that was posted was just a typical party photo with all of them mixed together by the counter standing in a line smiling at the camera. It was guy, girl, guy, girl and they were all holding each other. The guy standing next to Ashley had his arm around her back and was looking all too pleased about his self. Ashley was looking all dolled up and was wearing her short tight blue dress that showed off her legs and her perky round little ass way too well when she bent over. Something in me could tell something was fucking wrong immediately.
Ashley and I had still been texting semi normally the for the first two days but today she hadn’t talked to me at all, I hadn’t been worrying about it, but now something was really off.
About a minute after the first picture popped up, before I could even really wrap my head around what the hell was going on, I refreshed my feed and her friend had posted two more. The first was of Ashley’s roommate doing some stupid drunk pose in the kitchen. The second one was of Vanessa sitting on their couch making out sloppily with one of the random dudes, and next to them was Ashley draped on top of the guy who had his arm around her in the first picture! She was sitting in his lap with her arm around his head holding a bottle of wine and his arm was reached around her and was wedged in between her thighs near where her skirt was draped along her legs.
I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes, the girl I had dated for two and a half years was in a picture right in front of my eyes sitting on top of some random, ugly, big-nosed motherfucker in his mid-twenties. She was laughing and had her head leaned back into him, her black hair loose and down and touching the side of his face. He was smiling like an asshole and not looking at the camera, he was glancing off to the side where his friend and Vanessa were making out.
I kept looking down at how his hand was warmly in-between her thighs, so close to her skimpy lace underwear which I was sure she was wearing. So close to her pretty little snatch I could picture so perfectly from my head. That I had licked all over and fingered and fucked so many times before I couldn’t even count before.
I didn’t know what the hell to do. I could literally feel a fire burning in the back of my eyes and my chest I was so furious. That was my girl to touch, mine to hold like that, mine to shove my hand in-between her thighs whenever I wanted. I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t breathe right.
My mind raced with options. I could drive the whole hour out there to her place and wait for them to leave and jump him and kick his ass, but then I would have to deal with his friends. I could break or sneak in there with an axe and kill as many of them as I could. That one sounded tempting, but then I would have to deal with the cops and the rest of my life and my family. No. I could maybe just drive there and camp out over night, waiting for whoever the fuck these guys were to leave and then go in a teach her a lesson. I remembered I still had a spare key to her apartment. We had been dating and in love until three fucking days before after all. None of these were practical though, none of them helped calm the fire that was emptying and eating away at my gut. The other option that came to mind was just to get as fucked up as possible and to say fuck her. She was just a whore after all, and not even my whore anymore.
I was feeling so insane and needed to get the hell out of my room, out of my house, the only people there then were my little sister and my mother, and I sure as hell didn’t want to see them right now.
I kept refreshing the instagram feed though, I don’t know why. I needed to see if there were more. There weren’t, just those two pictures that I couldn’t stop staring at and hating. I broke away and texted my neighbor, Evan, one of my best friends since forever.
“What are you doing man? Please tell me you’re up.”
I scrolled through the random guy’s photos on instagram, he was tagged in the two pictures. I had no idea who the hell he was. There was one photo on there of him standing with a girl I knew that had graduated a few years before me, but nothing besides that. I felt sick. My phone buzzed.
“Yo man whatsup” He had replied.
“Please tell me you have some weed or something, I need to get fucking stoned.”
“C’mon by homie.”
“Thank fucking god.” I said to myself as I jumped out of bed and walked out my room. I had instinctually grabbed my phone to bring but I turned and hummed it at one of my pillows. It bounced off and made a big thud as it hit the wood floor. I slammed the door to my room, as I was about to open the front door I remembered something and turned around and went to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a full bottle of whiskey from it, and walked out.
I returned after several hours, alot of bowls, and one bottle of Jameson later. I had classes the next day but there was no way I was going to go to them. I hadn’t told Evan what had happened but we just hung out and played some Halo. It was a good distraction. Still though the whole time there I could feel that pounding burning in my stomach.
When I walked back in through the front door to my house I raced back to my room. There was nothing I could do to stop the urge to hurry and look at what more I could see about my whore of an ex fucking some other guy. I had to see. As soon as I made it to my room I shut the door, grabbed my phone, and was in bed. I checked Vanessa’s profile again, there was nothing. I checked Taylor’s profile, there was nothing. I went to his profile again, there was one more picture. All three of the girls were up against the couch, they were bent over and twerking their asses up in the air, like strippers. Vanessa was on the left and she was wearing really short jean cut-offs, so when she was bent over the showed her big ass perfectly. I had never seen it this well except for when she had been walking up stairs or bending over in front of me, but never a picture like this of it. Next to her in the middle was Ashley’s roommate Taylor. She was wearing a short little black cocktail dress too. She was bent over and had pulled up her dress a little bit to show off the bottom of her ass more. She was wearing some skimpy red lace panties that you could practically see her ass through.
I could hardly pay attention to either of them though. On the far end of the couch was Ashley doing the exact same thing. Bent over with her arms on the couch with her ass sticking up plain as day in the air. That wasn’t all though, she had pulled her little blue dress up even higher than Taylor had and more than half of her ass was exposed. She wasn’t even wearing the lace panties she usually wore. The whore was wearing a skimpy little black thong that I had bought for her. Her bare ass was right in front of all these fucking random guys with just a little black string barely hiding her buttcrack and hardly covering her little asshole. All of this was right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
The fire and urging that had been in my stomach ever since I saw the first picture was worse now than it had been. I felt so angry and nauseous and sad and fucking furious. I couldn’t look away from the picture though. The worst part about the whole thing was that I kept getting hornier and hornier, staring at my Ashley’s ass and thinking about all of the times I had taken that same thong off of her. All the times I had pulled it up tight against her asshole while she was wearing it with my other hand stuck down the front of it playing with her pussy.
I stared at the picture of her almost naked ass sticking up and could remember perfectly what it looked like without that little string covering up her asshole. I had been the first person to ever lick her asshole, it was so tight and little and adorable. She had loved it more than anything we’d ever done before in bed. I did too. It drove her over the edge. The last time we had sex it was at the point where I just bent her over in front of me on the bed and lapped my tongue from her pussy right up to her puckered butthole. She writhed and grabbed the pillows and screamed and moaned into them. After a few seconds she relaxed and her asshole opened up a bit more. I reached my hand underneath between her legs and started playing with her clit. I could find her clit if I was sleeping I had played with it so many times before. She moaned and gasped into the pillow, her asshole was right in front of my face, wet with my spit and open a little and asking for so much more. I ran my tongue from her clit up to the opening of her pussy a few times and then sank it in there as far as it would go. She grabbed the pillow tighter and tighter. When I twirled my tongue around inside of her she moaned so deeply you could hardly know the noise was coming from her, unless you were the one doing it to her. I slipped my tongue out of her pussy and slowed my fingers down and she moved her head up from the pillow an inch and whimpered “No, no, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” So I started rubbing her firmer and quicker and she fell right back into the pillow. I replaced my finger with my tongue for a second and flicked her clit with it a few times, then lapped at it stronger and firmer and took it in to my mouth. The groans kept coming.
I moved my tongue away again and put my hand softly back to play with clit slower and slower while I teased my way up with my tongue through the folds of her pussy, dipping it back slightly into her vagina, just enough to make her wrap the pillow tighter around her face. Then I brought it out and up just a bit more until it touched the rim of her asshole. With my hand moving slower and slower on her clit I started to run my tongue in a delicate circle around her sweet little light brown hole. I pulled my fingers lightly up from her clit and placed two of them warmly up against the entry to her vagina. As I started to push them in and she stopped breathing in ecstasy and anticipation. I stopped and teasingly slid them right out again. Breathing a hot breath right on her brown little asshole I ran my tongue slowly and strongly across it. As I did this I pushed my fingers back into her pussy at the same time, then I pulled them out teasingly. The tip of my tongue made its way to the middle of her wet but still tight asshole. As I pushed my fingers in and out of her vagina and I pushed my tongue in her through her little rim at the same time as my fingers slid deep into her soaking wet snatch. She moaned and moaned and started shaking her ass back and forth against my face so that my tongue would go deeper into it. I pulled it out a tiny bit and pushed it back in. Secretly I loved the taste of her perfectly sculpted ass on my tongue. She was so cute and innocent, taking that from her and it felt so good, she was all mine.
As I tongue fucked her ass I working my fingers rhythmically deeper and a faster and faster into her vagina. Once I was up to my knuckles in her little slit of a pussy I swirled my tongue around the inside of her asshole and pulled it out, withdrawing my fingers almost to the edge of her vagina at the same time. I left them in her just slightest bit though, so she still had some of me inside her.
I lifted my head and stared down at her ass. Her delicate little butthole would be gaping just the littlest bit and she started wagging it back and forth trying to get me to put my tongue back in it. At the same time she was trying to push up against my fingers so they would slid further inside of her. I wouldn’t let her do that though.
“Beg me.” I said, slightly moving my fingers in and out. She moved her head out of the pillow and to the side so she could talk.
“Please, please. Please keep going. Please don’t stop.” She whimpered quietly and desperately, out of breath.
“That’s not good enough.” I said, and moved my free hand from spreading her ass cheeks open to the middle, and circled around the rim of her asshole with my thumb.
She groaned and try and push herself back against my thumb. I moved it away and curl my two fingers that were in her pussy down so they played along her g-spot, then pulled them almost all the way out.
“Please, please play with my ass. Please don’t stop playing with my pussy. Don’t stop.”
As she said this I circled my thumb firmer against the rim of her asshole and let the tip of it rest right in the center, almost pushing it in.
“I said beg.”
“Please play with my ass, please play with my ass. I want you to do anything you want to me.”
I started pushing my thumb more and more in her tight and slobbery little ass each time she said it.
“Please play with my ass, please play with my ass. Be my daddy. Oh god don’t stop, don’t stop.”
She started bouncing her body back and forth again, trying to get my thumb in as far as possible. I leaned back down to her ass that was sticking so deliciously up in the air and licked a circle around my thumb. She put her face back in the pillow and started squeaking into it. I started pushing my tongue up against the flat side of my thumb and back into her little asshole. Then started pumping my two fingers in and out of her vagina at the same speed as I was pushing my thumb in and out of her at first, then deeper and faster until each push was met with a moan into the pillow. I pulled my tongue out of her ass and lifted my face up about an inch, then spit down on her dirty little hole. She let out a tiny little squeak into the pillow and I pushed my thumb in up to the knuckle, then she let out another huge deep one and her head flung up from the pillow.
“OH GOD. FUCK ME. I NEED YOUR DICK IN ME RIGHT NOW.” So I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my boxers down. My dick sprang out and I repositioned myself so that it was rubbing right up her pussy.
“PUT IT IN. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” She pushed herself back against me, wedging my thumb deeper into her ass. I slapped her pussy a few times with my cock, then slid the tip of it in. “MMMPH.” She moaned into the pillow. She was so wet and so warm it felt like fucking heaven. She tightened herself around my cock and doesn’t let loose.
“FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” She uttered out again. So I did. With every ram I gave her she yelped out into the pillow. My thumb was stuck deep in her ass the whole time and my spit glistened around it. I could her tighten her tiny little rim when I would shove myself full into her. It wouldn’t have taken too much longer of playing with her like this before I could have actually fit my whole cock in and ass fuck her but everytime we had tried so far it had been too much for her.
I kept ramming and ramming until I couldn’t hold it anymore. She was cumming so hard she couldn’t control the noises she was screaming into the pillow.
I was so glad that she had started taking birth control because I emptied my entire steaming load into her. She collapsed. I slowly pulled my thumb out of her asshole. It was gaped open just the slightest bit and looked still looked so virgin and appetizing. I ran my thumb down the trail of spit and juices to the opening of her pussy and lightly pushed it in. She shuddered and let out the lightest moan. She couldn’t have said any words if she had tried. I pulled my thumb out and collapsed on top of her.
And that was the last time we had been together. I thought of that and how this other ugly motherfucker was in that same bed doing the exact same thing to her. I started shaking.
“You fucking whore.” I texted her. It was 4 in the morning. I hated her, but for some god damn reason I was the horniest I had been in a long time. I looked at the picture of her ass again. I couldn’t fucking handle it. I had plenty of nudes of her saved on my computer but everytime I looked at this one it made my dick harder and harder. My stomach burned and I hated him and I hated her but I pulled my dick out and masturbated to the photo of her right there. I came in about 40 seconds, right on my blanket. I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I flipped my blanket around and went to sleep. I would get my revenge on her.
