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How My Revenge Started, Or The Power Of Pictures. Pt 1. The Prologue.

Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: True Story, Ass to pussy, Blackmail, Cheating, Oral Sex, Young, Author: satyrsin, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

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 ...