First Time Revenge: Breaking Her in My Old Tormentor’s Bedroom
In her cramped bedroom in that rundown HLM house on the edge of town. Toys scattered on the floor. Clothes drying nearby. Smell of cheap perfume and kids’ chaos. Fifteen years of hate boiling inside me. Audrey, the bitch who named me ‘pervy grandpa,’ now pulling me in. Heart slamming. Palms sweaty. This was it—no turning back.
We’d kissed on the couch after her job news. Tongues hungry. Her hands fumbling my belt. Mine sliding her dress straps down. Nervous laugh from her. ‘Never felt this before,’ she whispers. Bullshit, but my cock throbs anyway. Excitement mixes with rage. What if she recognizes me? What if I chicken out? No. Push her to the bed. Room spins a bit. First real taste of power over her.
The Approach: Tension Builds
She drops to her knees fast. Eager, sloppy. Boxer down. My dick springs out—hard, veiny, unknown to her. Her mouth engulfs it. No finesse. Gagging a little. Teeth scrape. Heart races faster. Fuck, this is new. Not just sex—revenge pulsing in my veins. I grab her hair, guide her. She looks up, eyes wide, innocent now. Pull her up. Kiss deep. Taste myself on her.
Straps off. Dress pools. No bra. Tits full, nipples hard. String with pink heart—adorable, pathetic. Lay her back. Legs tremble. Mine too. Kiss calves. Thighs quiver. Heart pounding like puberty all over. Bury face in cotton. Wet already. Lick through fabric. She moans, arches. ‘Oh god.’ Peel it off slow. First glimpse: shaved lips, glistening. Fingers part her. Tongue dives. Salty, sweet. She bucks. Fingers inside—tight, clenching. New rush. Her first real orgasm shakes her. Body convulses. Scream muffled in pillow.
The Instant: Raw Discovery
Climb up. Belly. Tits. Nipples between teeth. Neck bites. Her breath ragged. My tip at her entrance. Heart explodes. Push in—slow. Hot, wet grip. Virgin-tight? No, but feels like my first. Inch by inch. She gasps. ‘Gentle.’ Walls pulse. Thrust deeper. Nervous hips buck wrong at first. Miss rhythm. Laugh nervously. Then sync. Skin slaps. Sweat drips. Eyes lock—hers pleading, mine vengeful. Build fast. Balls tighten. She claws back. Cum together. Flood her. Collapse. Hearts thunder.
After. Her tear rolls. ‘No one’s ever… cared.’ Stroke hair. Inside, triumph. Innocence gone—not hers, mine. That bullied kid dead. Man born in her bed. Stay till morning. Teach her blowjob right. Swallow proud. But hate lingers. She’s hooked. Dependent. My puppet now. Left her smiling, planning more. Wound scarred over. New hunger awake. Revenge just starting.
