The Sweet Taste of Revenge Sex

A horny soldier comes home and meets a beautiful 'bad girl', taking the ultimate sexual revenge on his small-town enemy

When you leave town under a cloud of scandal and come back after a few years, revenge can be sweet. In fact, it can be delicious. I know.

When I was in high school, my girlfriend went away to visit her grandmother. When she returned two weeks later, she had gained a few pounds from Grandma's home cooking.

Britney and I had been going steady for some time; so we considered it a harmless joke when one of my loose-talking friends said that Britney was pregnant and that I was going to be a daddy. After all, she wasn't, and we all just laughed.

But it didn't stop there. 

Before long, the "news" of her “pregnancy” had spread far beyond school. In a small Alabama town like ours, a whisper can quickly become fact. And the "facts" were disclosed in my hometown paper's weekly gossip column, written by the local busybody, Mrs. Eugenia Burns. 

That tabloid titillator had no qualms about spreading the rumor that Britney was pregnant, even though she didn’t use her name. 

As a result, both my parents and Britney's decreed that we could not see each other. Britney was sent away to a boarding school and eventually got married.

After she left, I quickly found that none of the other girls in town were allowed to date me either. So, for the next two years I dated girls from all the surrounding area, but my reputation always caught up with me - with the help of Mrs. Burns. She seemed to delight in ruining my sex life.

When I turned 18,  I joined the U.S. Navy and went to the West Coast, happy to start a new life. I didn't return home until my enlistment was up. 

I'll never forget my homecoming. It was Memorial Day - a big day in my town, with a big parade and concert in the town square “under the water tower”. 

For the occasion I put on my Navy uniform and watched the parade with the town’s council members. 

Soon Mrs. Burns rushed up to me with her little pad and poison pen.

"Well, William,” she said, “what brings you back to town? And what are your plans?”

All those angry memories flooded my mind. She had the nerve to talk to me after what she'd done to me and Britney. 

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I glanced at the grinning faces of the city council members and said in a loud voice, “I plan on fucking all the girls I didn't fuck before I left.” 

Her face blushed bright red and she stomped off, muttering to herself through clenched teeth. 

But to my surprise the city council members applauded loudly. They must have hated her poison pen as much as I did.

Later that day my old friends and I gathered outside the local country store as we had done during our childhood years. 

Suddenly, I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye that made the blood run hot in my veins and the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

I grabbed my buddy's arm and said, “Who is that?!”

The girl had legs that went on for days. Not just legs, but shapely, smooth, lightly tanned, adorable legs. 

I almost missed the rest of this pure, sweet-looking, honey-blond charmer, with the face of an angel, the tits of a woman, and a figure that tapered down to a tiny waist and a succulent ass.

My friend laughed and asked if I didn't remember Spider. Then he disappeared into the store. 

Spider? I didn't remember any girl by that name. I followed him in and kept asking about Spider. Finally, my buddy told me it was Mrs. Burns' daughter Sophia, who’d just had her 19th birthday.

I couldn't believe it. Not that spindly legged, homely little girl I used to shove into mud puddles in the third grade!

As the evening's festivities began, a cool breeze made it perfect for relaxing in the town square and doing some more girl-watching. I was lying on the grass when I spotted those legs over the top of my beer can as I held it to my lips. 

The beer went down my windpipe, and I started choking. 

Sophia Burns turned and smiled at me. “Hi, Billy! Welcome home!” Her blue eyes sparkled, and she had the summer glow of fresh-faced purity you never see anymore.

My own face was red from choking, and all I could do was wave and gasp for air. Did I have to be a fool every time I saw her? She walked over to a wrinkled old lady and spoke softly to her. Then she went over to a little green Mazda Miata with the top down, climbed in and drove away. 

I asked a buddy for the keys to his motorcycle and got on his bike, following Sophia. Soon I was cruising along behind her. I could see her smiling at me in her rearview mirror. A couple of minutes later she pulled to a stop under some spreading elm trees in the park.

She jumped out of her car and hurried back to where I was sitting astride the motorcycle. 

She said she'd hoped I would follow her— because she'd always had a crush on me in school.

I told her that I didn't think we should be seen together, that people would talk. "Fuck them, Billy. I know a place we can go. You know it too-over on Old Pine Road. Follow me.'

First, Sophia drove down the street to her house and parked at the curb. She got out and fetched a blanket from the backseat. I warned her that the neighbors would gossip, but she just laughed.

"I know. I want them to!” She climbed onto the back of the motorcycle and sat on the folded blanket, wrapping her arms around my waist. She kissed my neck and said, “Let's go!"

I could see the neighbors peering through the front window next door.

But I shrugged my shoulders, and we took off, heading for the country meadow where nearly every girl in town had lost her cherry. I began to suspect that Sophia hated her mother as much as I did, but I wasn't sure I wanted to get back at Mrs. Burns in this way.

When we arrived at the meadow and the blanket was laid out, I asked Sophia what her mother would say when she learned from the neighbors that we'd gone off together on a motorcycle. 

“My mother will know I fucked you, Billy,” she said with a smile, “but she'll tell everyone what a perfect gentleman you've become.” Then she frowned. “That's what I can't stand about her. She always acts like  I'm perfect-and that everybody she writes about in that damned column is immoral scum. All my life I've had to apologize to my friends because of her. I hate the judgemental bitch!"

I lay down on the blanket and looked up at her. “The girls in my class know how to make a man feel like a man,” Sophia grinned. “And they've told me how!” 

She raised her hands and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. 

Two beautiful tits popped out, capped with sweet, cherry-colored nipples. She tossed her top at me and unbuttoned the waistband of her white shorts and unzipped them, letting them fall to her ankles. The hair of her golden triangle seemed almost transparent, and softer than a cotton puff.

Sophia knelt down next to me on the blanket as I raised up on one elbow. She planted her mouth on mine, and her hot tongue searched mine out. I could tell that she'd thought out every move and that she knew just how she wanted to make love to me. While her mouth ate at mine with heat and passion, her hands feverishly unbuttoned my shirt. Then, in the moonlight, she opened my pants.

Before I knew it, she had me naked. 

As I sucked her pert nipples, hard and erect, my hands explored her perfect body. Then my mind ceased all mental processes as Sophia lowered her small mouth to my stiff cock. She sucked it like a lollipop.

Then she threw herself down on the ground and begged me to fuck her, promising she'd be able to satify my sexual needs..

She grabbed my prick and eased it into her wet pussy. I could feel her hot inner lips separate as I slid deep into her. She whimpered, and tears of pain formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me hard! Oh, Billy, I've waited so long for you to take my cherry."

I obeyed, hammering at her until I was completely inside. She shuddered and let out a hoarse scream, and I was sure they could hear us clear back in town at the concert when we both reached shuddering climaxes. 

I pulled out and kissed her body gently, all the way down to her pussy as she lay under me. When I reached her cunt, I noticed the slight traces of blood on her pussy.

I licked her pussy lips softly in repentance for hurting something so beautiful and pure. As I did so, she moaned with pleasure. I raised her hips and worked my way between her thighs with my tongue and then back to her sweet little rosebud of an asshole. 

I turned her over onto her stomach and guided my swollen cock into her tight virgin asshole.

“Oh, no-o-o-o!" she gasped, digging her glittery bright fingernails into my arms. But soon she was saying, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” and arching her ass up off the ground.

I moved in slow, short strokes as I reached under her with my hand and fingered her pussy, squeezing her love button and wetting my fingers from her fountain. As I stroked my big cock deeper and faster, I lubed it with pussy juice from my fingers.

Soon Sophia was meeting my strokes harder and harder until she grabbed my hand and shoved all my fingers into her pussy. My fingers were moving into and out of her cunt in unison with my cock as it probed her no-longer-virgin bung hole. 

Just moments before I came again, she started to buck and groan. “Fuck my asshole, you fucking bastard! My mother hates you, and you hate her! So hurt me - hurt me - come in my asshole!”  And that's exactly when I did. In fact, we both got off on her words at the same time.

My cum burst forth in a flood that amazed me. It seeped out of her ass and ran down over her throbbing pussy.

We collapsed on the blanket together. 

We'd gotten our revenge on her mother-and fallen in love at the same time.


Harry D Somers

Harry D. Somers

Harry D. Somers is the editor and founder of Fresh Materials. Based in Miami Florida, he's the kinky, bisexual, horny, sex-positive blogger behind FM's articles, tutorials, and toy reviews.

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