She Made Me The Devil

I dated a girl named Julie in HS years ago. I loved the girl, and was the best BF I could be, mainly because she was an absolute freak in bed. She was game for ANYTHING I wanted to do, and she would fuck on command... which is usually how the psycho ones are. She actually pushed me to be as kinky as I could be, and dared me to invite my friends into our bed. After a year, the true psycho came out and I just couldn't do it anymore. I tried to break it off in a civilized manner because I honestly didn't want to destroy her, but she needed help that I couldn't give her. Of course, she wouldn't accept it and stalked and begged and made my life hell until I had to play dirty to drive her off.
And it was bad, but I finally got my point across.

She retaliated by fucking every friend that I had ever introduced her to, and I really can't blame her for being that angry; or at my friends for taking advantage, because she would have happily done them all anyway just to be that dirty. She was the very definition of a "psychotic slut" beneath that innocent acting exterior, and by the time it happened, I honestly didn't care anymore.

Fast forward several years... I find out from an old mutual friend that to this day, it takes the mere mention of my name to send her into a rage. I haven't seen or talked to her since the day we split, but I am apparently that demon-spawned ex that she never quit hating. I don't know if I should feel bad, or be proud?

Lol, maybe I like being the devil to someone.

She had a daughter a couple of years after we split, and I absolutely know she's not my kid. Not even a remote chance. Pretty girl... seems well-balanced... but she's Julie's daughter, and crazy runs rampant in that family; and you know what they say about "like mother, like daughter".

Natalie got married shortly after HS, and I had already checked her out online a couple of times when I still had that cringe of a possibility that I might have spawned something evil with her mom. Nat and her husband "seemed" happy, but I did too when I was dating Julie. I could see the signs; the "broken gaze" he had when standing in the background of pictures, and little comments on her feeds that may as well have come from Julie's demented mind at that same age. And he was just "me" at that age, with the same interests and tastes that betray your preferences when it comes to sex.

Brett was fucking Natalie in all the same kinky ways that I had fucked her mom... I could see it in them.

Seriously, I was just covering my ass when I looked into Natalie; making sure that Julie wasn't keeping a secret daughter from me. I was fine once I nailed down her birthday and knew it was impossible, but then I read the post about the "abusive monster that drove her mom into mental illness".

No... That was not even remotely how any of it happened, and Julie knows it. She made me the devil, and reading Natalie's post about me absolutely brought out the horns that that girl honestly believed I had.

I started watching their FB feeds and waited for them to sell something. I got Brett's cell# from that, and then I texted him a "spam ad" from a disposable email address, advertising the amateur porn site that would have sucked me in, and included a pic of a woman from there that greatly resembled Natalie. Of course he's going to do a double-take, and then check out the site. He's married to a sexual freak who is open to so many things, and the women of that family are so much alike... I know they take pictures and like exposing her. I was that way with her mom!

It took a couple of days, but there was Natalie, face covered but stripped to her underwear, and I started the conversation with her husband; how she was sexy as hell, and all the things I'd love to do with her, and I sucked him into telling me all kinds of things about his wife. I got him to share all the graphic nude pics, and all the kinky stories of things that they had done. I played it for weeks until we were the best of friends, and he admitted that he wanted to watch an older guy fuck his wife like a little whore... and what do you know, "I just happen to live in the next town over".

It just took a few dick pics and partial nudes, and cum shots over her naked photos to convince her that they wanted her to fuck me, and finally, there I am at the Motel 6, looking Julie's daughter in the eyes and knowing that she will happily let me do to her all the things that she has no idea I did to her mom, because she has no clue who I actually am.

With her husband standing feet away, stroking his erection, I put Natalie on her knees and slipped my cock into her mouth. She sucked it like it was the best cock she had ever had, and he's taking pics of everything his wife does. Prearranged that he would keep my face out of it, he's shooting all the evidence, and they have no clue what is actually happening when I spread her legs and sink my cock deep into Natalie's pussy.

I fucked Natalie in every way possible, and spanked her little ass just like I did her mom, and I pushed deep when I came and put every drop I had inside her tight, psychotic pussy... and there's Brett, taking pictures of it all.

I scanned through his photos and deleted everything showing my face, and then used my own phone to get a selfie of me and his sweaty topless, well-fucked wife.

I deleted that email address and disappeared from their lives. I was just a kinky one night stand to them, but I now have a pic of me and a freshly fucked topless Natalie right next to an identical pic I took of me and a freshly fucked topless Julie in high school. Natalie and Brett's baby looks remarkably like my baby pictures... and guess who's raising that kid?

Hey, Julie made me her personal devil... What do you think I'm going to do?

And don't worry, I have no intention of saying, "Guess who?" Brett and Natalie are raising a happy kid.