Revenge
written by:
JL

REVENGE

I didn't understand why Emma was standing on the porch one hot Saturday in August. But I didn't mind at all.

Emma had short blonde hair and a ballet dancer's legs. She was wearing black running shorts and a loose white T-shirt that dropped down her shoulder to let me see the strap of her bikini. She had an expensive purse slung over the other shoulder, and a towel over her arm.

She was my daughter's best friend.

"Hi, Mr. Hopkins." Emma peered inside the house. "I thought, uh . . ."

"Amy's at her mom's this weekend." Her mother—my ex-wife—was two states away.

"Oh." Emma seemed confused. "Her mom? I didn't know that."

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Sorry. Did you two have plans?"

"I thought we were going to hang out by the pool." Emma frowned. "That's okay. I'll just go."

"You can stay." I tried not to be obvious as I checked out her butt. "I mean, if you want." I pointed toward the back of the house. "The pool's warm today."

"Okay." Emma smiled. "Thanks."

"Make yourself at home." I headed to the stairs. "I'm working upstairs, so I won't bother you. Just relax. Drinks and snacks are in the fridge."

"Great!" She pulled her T-shirt off. Emma had big boobs, and they jiggled in her tight black bikini top. I tried not to stare. "Thanks, Mr. Hopkins."

"Call me Bob."

She winked. "Okay. Bob."

* * *

My office looked down over the pool. I watched Emma slither out of her tight shorts and stretch out on a deck chair. She spread her legs wide to rub sunscreen into her skin, and then she rolled over and untied her bikini. She laid her head down as if taking a nap.

I looked at her, then checked out the chapter of the novel I was working on. Then I grabbed my camera.

I zoomed in on Emma's ass. She was round and curvy, with long muscular legs. One click, two . . . I put the camera down.

Okay, I'm not a good person. One reason I got divorced was because I couldn't resist the temptations. Even before my books got big, when I was teaching colleges classes in writing with lots of cute young women who wanted to be writers, I behaved . . . inappropriately.

"Oh, yes, Hopkins, yes!" Dina was a junior, with long dark hair and small breasts. "More! Harder! I love it! I . . . looovee . . . ittttt!"

She liked fucking professors. Unfortunately, she fucked the head of the department one night and got caught by his wife. And then it all came out. So I got fired.

I'd already published one novel before it happened, and somehow my second novel hit the bestseller list. I did a book tour. Night after night in a different city, with lots of eager readers looking for my autograph. Some of them wanted more than my signature on their book.

Julia was an older woman, with big tits and long blond hair. She leaned over my hotel bed, thighs spread, and looked over her shoulder at me. "Give it to me," she demanded. "Oh fuck, yes! More, more, more . . ."

Then, Hollywood. When my screenplay won an Oscar, I couldn't handle the attention from actresses. You'd recognize their names. Unfortunately, so did my wife.

So we got divorced. We'd gotten married too young. I'd left her alone a lot, and she started exploring her sexuality while I was off getting laid. Kay realized she liked young, muscular men. When she left, she was with a black guy nine years younger. I actually sort of liked him, but he was gone now. Her current fuckbuddy was a 60-something oil executive, married with a trophy wife.

The split was fairly amicable, mostly because I could afford to pay a lot in alimony and child support after three bestselling novels and one Oscar-winning screenplay. And because Kay and I still hooked up from time to time when we saw each other at family functions, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Amy's high school graduation. Like I said, it was a reasonably friendly split. She had her needs, and I had mine.

But I hadn't seen my ex-wife in months. I'd been so focused on this new book that I hadn't even gotten laid since February.

And now Emma was down there, next to my pool . . . She'd tied her bikini again and rolled over onto her back, arms and legs spread for maximum sun. She wore dark sunglasses. Her tits rose up and down as she dozed.

I grabbed my camera and snapped a few more pictures of her body. My dick throbbed inside my shorts.

I forced myself back to my computer screen. I needed to finish this chapter. I needed . . .

I glanced out the window. Emma was gone. Not in the pool. Just gone.

I tried not to run down the steps, and I managed not to sigh in relief when I saw Emma leaning down in front of the refrigerator, looking for a soda. Her ass bobbed up and down as she moved bottles around. I spent a moment enjoying the view, and then I asked, "Everything all right?"

"Oh!" Emma stood up and turned around, a can of Coke in her hand. "I was just getting something to drink." Her sunglasses hung in the center of her flimsy bikini top.

"That's fine." I swallowed, my throat dry. "Have whatever you want."

"Hey, can I ask you something, Mr. Hopkins?" She pulled her sunglasses out of her top and set them on the table. "I mean, Bob?"

I took a step toward her. "Sure."

Emma stood up straight, thrusting her boobs forward. "Why do you think someone would cheat on me? Huh?"

"Uhh . . ." I looked her up and down. Sweat rolled off her tan shoulders. One of her taut legs trembled. Her bikini bottom was almost lost between her thighs.

I thought I knew where this might go. "He'd have to be an idiot."

Emma smiled at me. "Really?"

Oh, yeah. My dick was throbbing. "Emma, you're a very beautiful young woman. Any guy . . ." I stopped. I didn't want to move too fast. "Well, anyway, I'm sorry. Anything I can do . . ."

Emma took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Really. I just want something."

I did, too. But I'd gotten in trouble too often to jump to conclusions. "Okay. What do you want, Emma?"

She grinned. "I want you to untie my bikini top."

My cock surged inside my boxers. "Okay. Is that really what you want?"

"Oh, come on!" She turned around in her bare feet, showing her back to me. "Just pull. It's not a big knot."

"All right." I tugged. One quick yank, and the top fell down.

Emma turned back around. "I'm sexy, right?" She leaned back, letting her boobs stick forward. "Anyone would want these."

"Yeah." My voice was hoarse. "Do you really want this?"

Emma pointed a finger at my crotch. My prick was bulging inside my shorts. "That's what I want."

I couldn't fight it. Not that I really wanted to. "Okay." I looked at her tits. "Here's what I want."

Emma's boobs felt warm and firm as I squeezed them. Her young body squirmed. I pinched a nipple, and she gasped. "Mmm . . ."

"Come on." I grabbed her wrist and led her out into the living room.

"Okay." She followed me with a big grin on her face.

I have a big living room, with two couches and a flatscreen TV wider than my arms. I stood in the center of the room, looking at Emma's body, and then I yanked my shorts down.

My cock isn't huge or thick, but lots of women have seemed to like it just fine. "This is it, Emma. Say yes or say no right now."

She hesitated. I waited, my cock throbbing. If she said no—

"Yes." Emma nodded eagerly. "Yes."

"Good." I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it across the room. Then I kicked off my shorts. I was naked, my cock jutting forward. I like to be naked when I'm having sex, not just my pants around my ankles.

I stepped toward her. "Suck it."

"Oh, yeah." Emma knelt between my knees and gazed at my dick as if she'd never seen one before. Then, with a deep breath, she opened her lips wide and plunged my cock into her mouth.

I shuddered with lust as her tongue swirled around my rigid shaft. "Yeah," I groaned. "Suck it. Suck me. That's good, Emma, keep sucking me like that . . ."

Emma ran her hands up and down my legs, gasping for breath as she took my cock deeper and deeper. I clutched her bare shoulder, bending my knees so she wouldn't have to stretch too far to get my dick all the way inside her mouth.

"That's it, that's it," I panted, my knees trembling. "Take it, take it . . ."

"Mmmf," she grunted around my prick. She ran her fingers up and down my shaft and over my balls, pulling them gently as she sucked.

I rocked back and forth, trying not to fuck her face too forcefully, but her lips and tongue were too soft and wet for me to control my eagerness. Her quiet panting turned me on, and the sight of her young nude body at my feet made my dick even harder every moment she sucked me.

"That's good, Emma," I murmured. "You're a natural at this."

"Mm-hmm." She nodded, not slowing down. Her head was bobbing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm with each breath she took

I felt my balls tingle and tightened my fingers on her shoulder. "I'm going to cum," I whispered. "Do you want to take it?"

"Mmmm . . ." Emma wrapped both hands around my shaft as my cock twitched.

I crouched, forcing my dick even deeper down her throat, and grabbed both her shoulders. Emma gasped but kept sucking, and a moment later I spurted my cum into her mouth with a loud grunt of pleasure. She held on as long as she could, but eventually she had to back off to breathe. She kept stroking my cock, pumping my sperm onto her face as I gasped in satisfaction.

"Ohh," I groaned. "That's good. That's good, Emma. Keep doing that, I'm still cumming, I'm still . . ."

I stopped spurting finally, and ran my hands over her shoulders. "That was great, Emma. Just great."

She wiped her hands over her face and giggled. "I liked it."

I reached over and grabbed a box of tissues to help her clean up. When her face was clean she smiled at me. She still had her bikini bottom on.

"Come on." I pulled her up and then walked her to the couch. "Lie down."

Her eyes fluttered with excitement. She glanced at my cock, but I wasn't hard again yet. "Okay." She stretched back on the cushions, hands over her head.

I yanked her bottom off roughly and tossed them on the floor as I knelt between her legs. Running my hands up and down her smooth thighs, I stared at her pussy. She was almost completely shaved, with just a wisp of a bush over her slit. I licked my lips and leaned forward.

"Oh!" Emma yelped as I flicked my tongue across her pussy. "Mmm," she moaned. I glanced up and saw her squeezing one of her boobs. "Yeahh," she murmured. "More . . ."

I grinned, and planted my lips over her pussy, rubbing her inner thighs. She spread her legs wide, moaning softly as I licked her clit and the lips of her slit.

I slid my tongue inside her, tasting her young juices. She was moist and warm, a young pussy pulsing with lust. I leaned backed for breath, rubbing her lips with my thumb, and then slowly edged two fingers inside her body.

"Wow!" She looked down, her eyes wide. "I didn't think—I didn't know—oh yeah, fuck yeah, do that, do it!"

I wondered if her ex-boyfriend had known what he was doing. I slid my fingers in and out in slow rhythm, keeping pace with Emma's hoarse breathing as it grew faster and more ragged. My cock was already getting hard again, especially at the sight of Emma's heaving breasts as she gasped and groaned to the beat of my two fingers.

"Bob," she moaned, squirming on the couch. "Bob . . ."

Emma was already close to cumming after just a few minutes of my fingers in her pussy. I debated making her wait, but she was too excited. Her eyes were shut tight, and she was squeezing her tits now, and pounding on heel on the couch close to my shoulder. So I grabbed her ass and jammed my fingers faster, and—

Emma came with a shriek and kicked my shoulder like a ninja. I managed to keep my fingers moving, and I leaned down to kiss her quivering clit. She screamed again, and my face was drenched with her juices. I chuckled. Her legs dropped to the couch, and she gasped softly.

"Wow," she said again. "That was . . . fantastic."

"Yeah." I stood up. My cock was hard and hungry again. It stuck forward like a steel rod, dripping a little at the tip.

Emma stared at it, suddenly hesitant again. I waited to see if she'd tell me no, but she only bit her lip and closed her eyes. She nodded.

I pulled her forward, grabbed her legs, and sank my cock inside her pussy in one quick thrust. Her eyes popped open and her face lit up with a wide smile of delight. "Oh!"

"Yeah," I grunted, thrusting hard. I wanted to watch her boobs bounce, and they did, up and down every time I slammed forward. Emma wrapped one leg around my hips and reached up to grab my shoulder as I fucked her hard.

After five or ten strokes, I stopped and pulled out. She blinked in surprise until I pulled on her hips. "Roll over," I ordered.

"Okay." She realized what I wanted. She crouched against the couch and spread her legs wide, pushing her ass high.

I grabbed her butt and leaned forward. "I'm going to fuck you now," I told her.

"Oh yeah," she whispered. "Do it."

Once again I slammed my dick into her pussy, this time from behind. Her ass jiggled as I thrust into her, rocking back and forth as I drove my cock deep. I reached around to grab one of her tits for a quick squeeze. Emma yelped and then laughed, and then she moaned in pleasure as my cock pulsated inside her hot little body.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"I fucking love it," she groaned, clutching at the couch cushion.

"Better than your boyfriend?"

"A lot better. A fucking lot better."

I laughed and slapped her ass. Then I dug my fingers into her skin and concentrated on plunging my cock deeper and deeper with every hard thrust.

Emma was moaning in a low voice, and I was grunting every time my balls swung back and forth. I figured I could wait and give Emma time to enjoy the sensations. My cock filled every inch of her tight pussy, and she was pushing back with her legs and her hips to get it further and deeper inside. Her arms trembled as she held herself up.

She looked over her shoulder at me and winked. "Fucking good. Fuck me good."

"That's right." I nodded. My legs were shaking too. "I'm fucking you the way you want it."

"Uh-huh." She closed her eyes. "Oh, yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, Bob, oh yeah!"

She didn't scream or kick this time. She just sighed deeply, the skin on her bare back flushed and sweaty. Her hips wiggled as she came, and she lowered her head to the cushions, gasping softly.

I slapped her one more time and let loose, unloading my cum into her pussy where it belonged. She gasped again as if she could feel it. I held onto her hips, keeping my cock inside her until the cum started dripping down her legs. Then I straightened up and let her collapse on the couch. After a moment I dropped down next to her.

We caught our breath. "So," I said, "this is you getting revenge on your boyfriend, right?"

Emma laughed. "No. Actually, this is me getting revenge on your daughter."

What? I sat up. "What the fuck?"

She crossed her legs, my cum still oozing out of her slit onto the couch. "Who do you think my boyfriend cheated on me with?"

I blinked, stunned, still coming down from fucking her. "Wait a minute—you came here to fuck me to get back at her?"

Emma shrugged. "Well, she doesn't have a boyfriend I can seduce. I mean, there's Jason, but that would be pointless. So I figured you were the next best thing." She grinned. "It'll drive her crazy."

I sank back down on the couch. I knew Amy had boyfriends, and I figured they had sex. But this was more than I wanted to know. "Are you sure?"

"You want to see the pictures? I'll get my cell phone."

"No!" Oh, hell. "You're going to tell her we fucked?"

"That's the idea. Don't worry, she'll be more mad at me than you."

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Well, don't worry." Emma ran a hand up and down my leg. "She's gone for the weekend, right?"

"Yeah." My cock twitched, still damp from her juices.

"And we've already done it once . . ." She reached for my balls.

What the hell. I grabbed her boobs. "Let's make her head explode."