Revenge With My Best Friend’s Dad

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian on Maple Street like it was trying to break in and drown everything inside. I stood on the porch soaked to the bone, blonde hair plastered to my cheeks, white blouse transparent and clinging to my small tits so tightly that my hard pink nipples poked through the fabric like they were begging for attention. My short denim skirt was heavy with water, plastered against my bare thighs, and every drop that ran down my legs made me shiver harder. I didn’t care. I pounded on the door with both fists until my knuckles stung.

The porch light flicked on. The door yanked open. Mr. Hale stood there in nothing but dark jeans and a white undershirt that stretched across a chest still solid from years of weekend construction work. Forty-seven years old, salt-and-pepper hair damp from a recent shower, jaw tight. His eyes dropped straight to my chest before he could stop himself.

“Jesus Christ, Sophie—what the hell—”

“Where is she?” My voice cracked. “Where’s your precious fucking daughter?”

He stepped aside without another word and pulled me into the warm hallway. The second the door closed the storm became a distant roar. Water pooled under my bare feet. I was shaking so hard my teeth clicked.

“Madison’s gone for the weekend with her mother. They’re up at the lake house. What’s going on?”

I laughed, a raw broken sound, and shoved my phone into his chest. The screen lit up with the photo Madison’s boyfriend—no, my boyfriend until three hours ago—had sent me by “accident.” Madison on her knees in our shared dorm room, ass up, mouth stretched around Tyler’s thick cock while he recorded it. The next slide showed her bent over my own bed, Tyler’s cock buried balls-deep in her pussy, her face turned toward the camera with that smug little smile she always wore when she got what she wanted. The third was the worst: Tyler’s load painted across her tongue while she winked at the lens.

Mr. Hale’s face went stone still. His knuckles whitened around the phone. I watched his throat work as he scrolled through every single one. When he finally looked up, something dark and hungry flickered behind his eyes.

“That little bitch,” he muttered.

“She’s your daughter.”

“And she’s a fucking whore.” He handed the phone back like it burned him. “You’re soaked. You’ll catch pneumonia standing there. Come upstairs. I’ll find you something dry.”

I followed him up the creaking stairs, water dripping off the hem of my skirt with every step. His broad back filled the hallway. The house smelled like cedar and the faint trace of his cologne. Madison’s room was at the end of the hall, but he steered me into the master bedroom instead—the one his wife had abandoned years ago when she left him for a younger man. The bed was massive, dark wood, sheets still neatly made.

He opened a drawer and pulled out one of his old flannel shirts. “Here. Strip out of those wet things.”

I didn’t move. The cold had soaked into my bones, but a different heat was starting low in my belly. Revenge. Sweet, filthy, irreversible revenge. I looked at him—really looked. The way the undershirt clung to the hard planes of his chest. The bulge that was already thickening against the front of his jeans. He’d always been careful around me, always polite, always the good dad who drove us to soccer practice and paid for pizza when we were broke college girls. Tonight that careful mask was cracking.

I reached for the buttons of my blouse. One by one they slipped free. The wet fabric peeled away from my skin with a soft sucking sound, exposing my bare tits to the warm air of the room. My nipples were tight, dark pink peaks. I let the blouse drop to the floor with a wet slap.

Mr. Hale’s breath left him in a rough exhale. “Sophie—”

“You can look.” My voice was steadier now. “You’ve been looking for years, haven’t you? Every time I stayed over. Every time I wore those little shorts in the summer. You never said a word, but I saw the way your eyes lingered.”

He didn’t deny it. His gaze dragged over my chest, down the flat plane of my stomach, to the soaked denim skirt still clinging to my hips. I unzipped it and pushed it down. My white cotton panties were transparent, the thin strip between my legs dark with more than rainwater. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and peeled them off slowly, stepping out of the sodden pile until I stood completely naked in front of my best friend’s father.

His cock was fully hard now, straining against his zipper. A dark spot of precum had already soaked through the denim.

“You’re nineteen,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’m old enough to be your—”

“You’re old enough to fuck me better than that cheating piece of shit ever could.” I stepped closer until my nipples brushed the soft cotton of his undershirt. “She took what was mine. I’m going to take something of hers. Something she can never get back.”

His hands came up slowly, almost reverently, and cupped my small breasts. The calluses on his palms scraped over my nipples and I moaned, arching into the touch. He bent his head and sucked one tight peak into his mouth, tongue hot and wet, teeth grazing just hard enough to make my knees weak. I tangled my fingers in his short hair and held him there while he switched to the other breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet and his eyes were black with hunger.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

I crawled onto the massive mattress on my hands and knees, ass high, thighs parted so he could see everything. The cool air kissed my soaked pussy. I looked back over my shoulder and watched him strip. The undershirt came off first, revealing a chest dusted with dark hair, abs still defined, a thin trail leading down into his jeans. He shoved the denim and boxers down together. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, the head already shiny with precum. Bigger than Tyler’s. Longer. The kind of cock that would stretch me open and ruin me for anyone else.

He climbed onto the bed behind me and ran both hands over the curves of my ass, spreading me open. “Christ, look at that pretty little cunt. Dripping already.”

His tongue dragged from my clit all the way up to my tight asshole in one long, filthy stroke. I cried out and pushed back against his face. He growled into my pussy and started eating me like a man starved—tongue fucking into my hole, sucking my clit between his lips, spreading me wider with his thumbs so he could get deeper. The wet sounds filled the room. My thighs shook. He slid two thick fingers inside me and curled them, rubbing that perfect spot while his tongue worked my clit in tight circles.

“Oh fuck—Mr. Hale—I’m gonna—”

“Come on my tongue, Sophie. Drown me in it.”

The orgasm ripped through me hard and sudden. My cunt clamped down on his fingers and I sobbed into the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He kept licking through it, drinking every drop of my come, until I was twitching and oversensitive.

He wiped his mouth on the inside of my thigh and flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. His body covered mine, the heavy weight of his cock resting against my soaked slit. He kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue, while he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down between my pussy lips.

“You sure?” he rasped against my mouth.

“Fuck me. Ruin me. Make me forget his name.”

He pushed inside in one long, relentless stroke. My eyes rolled back. The stretch was intense—thicker than anything I’d ever taken—and the burn melted into pure heat as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against my ass. He held still for a second, breathing hard, then started to fuck me with deep, powerful thrusts that rocked the entire bed.

“Tight little college cunt,” he growled. “Been wanting this for years. Watching you prance around in those short skirts, knowing my daughter’s best friend had a pussy this perfect.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. His cock dragged over my g-spot with every stroke, and I came again with a broken cry, nails raking down his back. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, harder, deeper, until I was babbling filthy nonsense and begging for more.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up until I was face-down, ass up. His cock slammed back into my pussy from behind and he started pounding me like he was trying to leave permanent bruises on my cervix. One hand fisted in my wet hair, the other reached around to rub my clit in tight, vicious circles.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Your best friend’s daddy’s cock stretching this greedy little hole.”

“Yes—fuck—harder—”

He gave it to me. The bedframe slammed against the wall. My tits bounced with every thrust. Another orgasm built fast and mean, and when it hit I screamed into the pillow, cunt spasming around his thick shaft. He groaned and pulled out, flipping me onto my back again.

“Not yet,” he panted. “I’m not done with you.”

He crawled up my body until his heavy cock was hovering over my face, shiny with my juices. I opened my mouth without being told. He fed me his cock slowly, watching my lips stretch around the thick shaft. I moaned around him and started sucking, tongue swirling over the head, tasting myself mixed with his precum. He held the back of my head and started fucking my throat with short, controlled thrusts until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and spit ran down my chin.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough with awe. “Madison’s best friend with a mouth full of daddy cock. Such a good little revenge slut.”

I hummed around him and took him deeper until my nose pressed against the dark hair at the base. He pulled out with a wet pop and slapped his cock against my cheek, smearing spit and precum across my skin.

“On your hands and knees again. I want that ass.”

My stomach flipped with nervous heat. I’d never done that. Tyler had begged and I’d always said no. The thought of giving Mr. Hale something my boyfriend never got made my pussy clench.

I got into position. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube—clearly not the first time this bed had seen action. Cold gel dripped between my cheeks. His thick finger circled my tight hole, then pushed inside slowly. I gasped at the foreign stretch. He worked me open carefully, adding a second finger, scissoring them while his other hand stroked my clit to keep me dripping.

“Relax, baby. Push out for me.”

When he finally pressed the slick head of his cock against my asshole, I held my breath. The pressure built and built until the thick head popped inside. The burn was sharp and intense. He held still, murmuring filthy praise while I adjusted, one hand rubbing my clit in slow circles.

“That’s it. Take daddy’s cock in your tight virgin ass. Gonna stretch this little hole until it remembers the shape of me.”

Inch by inch he sank deeper. The fullness was overwhelming—pain melting into a dark, dirty pleasure that made my pussy throb emptily. When he was finally buried to the hilt, balls pressed against my dripping cunt, we both groaned.

He started to move. Slow at first, long strokes that let me feel every thick inch dragging against my rim. The burn faded. Pleasure took over. I pushed back to meet him, chasing the fullness. His pace increased until he was fucking my ass with deep, steady thrusts, the wet sound of lube and skin filling the room.

“Fuck—so tight—gonna come so deep in this ass—”

“Do it,” I gasped. “Fill me up. Mark me. Make me yours.”

He reached around and shoved two fingers into my empty pussy, fucking both holes at once. The dual sensation sent me over the edge hard. I came with a broken scream, ass clamping down around his cock, pussy gushing around his fingers. He growled and slammed deep one last time, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded my ass. I felt every hot spurt, the way it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down my thighs.

He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand stroking my back. When he finally pulled out, I felt the warm gush of his load sliding out of my stretched hole. He rolled me onto my back and looked down at the mess he’d made—my ruined makeup, the bite marks on my tits, the cum leaking from my ass onto the sheets.

“We’re not done,” he said. “Not even close.”

He carried me into the master bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water cascaded over us as he washed every inch of my body with slow, thorough hands. His cock was already hardening again against my stomach. He lifted me easily, pinning me against the slick tile, and sank back into my still-sensitive pussy with a groan.

We fucked under the spray until the water ran cold—slow and deep at first, then hard and desperate. He came inside me again, flooding my cunt the way he’d flooded my ass. I came twice more before he finally set me down on shaky legs.

We didn’t bother with clothes. He carried me back to the bed and laid me out on the cum-stained sheets. His mouth found my pussy again, licking up the mixture of our juices, sucking gently on my swollen clit until I was begging. When I was dripping and ready he slid back inside me, this time face to face, kissing me deep while he fucked me with long, rolling thrusts.

“Stay the night,” he murmured against my mouth. “Madison won’t be back until Monday. I want to wake up with my cock still inside this perfect cunt.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. “Then you’d better keep fucking me until I can’t walk.”

He did.

The second round was slower, almost tender, but no less filthy. He flipped me onto my side and fucked me from behind, one hand cupping my breast, the other rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. When I came he bit down on the junction of my neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise that would last for days. He followed me over the edge, flooding my pussy again until it overflowed and soaked the sheets beneath us.

We dozed for a while, tangled together, his semi-hard cock still nestled inside me. When I woke it was to the feeling of him hardening again, slow rolls of his hips grinding deep. I pushed back against him wordlessly and he started fucking me once more—lazy, deep strokes that built into another hard pounding. This time he pulled out at the last second and crawled up my body, stroking his cock until thick ropes of cum painted my tits and face. I opened my mouth and caught as much as I could, swallowing greedily while he watched with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Covered in daddy’s cum. Madison’s best friend turned into a filthy little cumslut in one night.”

I licked a stripe of cum from my lower lip and smiled up at him. “She took something that belonged to me. Now I’m taking everything that used to be hers. Including you.”