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Robert's Dad: Chapter One

Robert cheated on me and I was out for revenge.
In May of 1986 Robert and I had broken-up. Let me correct that, I had just broken-up with Robert. The bastard had cheated on me by fucking the one girl I hated most in the world Alyssa Rudin. I might have been okay with it if it was anyone but her. I was okay with Robert fucking my friends just as long as I was there. But this time he crossed the line and I was out for revenge.

I wasn’t going to have a problem getting it. I was 17 looked fabulous. I was 5’7. Weighed 110lbs. Beautiful 34C breasts. And at the time I had medium length, spiky blonde hair. There was only one problem and that would be finding one of Robert’s friends to fuck. Don’t get me wrong any one of them would have given their right arm for a chance to be with me. But it wouldn’t bother Robert if I was. I needed to be with someone that would hurt him. The only person I could think of was his dad, Albert Cohen.

Robert and his father didn’t get along very well. He wanted a son that was athletic, good at sports and who he could brag about to his friends. Robert didn’t fit that bill. He was a geek. More into “Star Wars” then sports. Knew all the members of the X-Men and couldn’t recite a single member of the Detroit Lions. To him Robert was a lost cause and couldn’t be bothered to spend any time with him.

That changed after Robert and I started dating. He started becoming more interested in Robert’s life, or more accurately the parts of his life that involved me. Every time I was over at their house for dinner I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. Wanting me to sit next to him on the couch during family movie night. Making weird small talk with inappropriate comments every time I called.

This wasn’t lost on Robert. He knew that his dad was only paying attention to him because of me. He hated the fact that the relationship he always wanted with his dad was because he thought his dad wanted to fuck me.

Now to get back at Robert I was going to give Al what he desired. The Tuesday after Memorial Day I had my chance.

Between first and second period I overheard Robert’s sister Trina tell friends that they couldn’t skip school and go to her house cause her dad was on a staycation. I smiled to myself as I went to my locker to collect my books before leaving the school grounds.

I drove home. Put on my tightest pair of jean shorts and a tight red tank top. I then got back into my car and drove over to Robert’s.

As I parked my car on the driveway I started pretending I was crying. When I rang the doorbell tears were running down my face. Seconds later Al answered. Unlike Robert, Al was a bit overweight. Not fat, but not thin. At this moment he had messy black hair, mustache, was wearing a white button shirt that wasn’t tucked into his jeans. He was startled to see me at his front door.

“Gail, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“I just came to get my things that I left over here,” I cried.

“Come in,” he said.

“Okay,” I cried.

He held the door open foe me as I entered the house. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass as I walked toward the staircase. As I turned toward him I caught him glaring. He didn’t even try to hide what he was doing.

“If you tell me what you left up there I’ll be more than happy to go get it,” he said.

“That’s okay,” I said as I wiped away my tears. “I know exactly where my things are.”

As I walked up the stairs and into Robert’s room I could still see him checking me out. From the bottom of the stairs I could hear him say, “I can’t believe Robert is stupid enough to let you go.”

“He cheated on me,” I yelled from Robert’s room.

“Really?” he said dumbfounded. “If I was him I never would have cheated on you.”

“That’s so sweet,” I said.

“You know there’s probably thousands of men out there who’d probably love to go out with you,” he said.

“I’m done with boys,” I said. “I want a man who can appreciate me.”

No response. I knew that he was down there wrestling with his conscience, deciding what do next. He then started walking up the stairs. I got off of Robert’s bed and got on all fours on the floor and pretended to look for something. I turned around and saw him staring at my ass. He looked flushed and turned away. I wiggled my ass a little to drive him to the point of no return. I smiled to myself knowing what was going to come next. I wiggled my ass again and could hear him moan. I turned around to look at him, saw his pants dropped around his ankles and his cock in his hands. Like Robert, Al had a big dick. It wasn’t as long (about 8 1/2 inches) but it was thicker. It looked liked he wanted me so bad.

I crawled over to him, got on my knees and cradled his thick cock in my hands. I looked up at him and asked, “Can I?”

“Please,” he said with a murmur.

He closed his eyes as I began sucking his cock in the doorway that separated my ex-boyfriends room from the hallway.

“Slower,” he cried.

So I started tickling the tip with my tongue causing his eyes to roll back in his head. His body started shaking. He grabbed the back of my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. Within seconds he filled it with his hot load. I swished it around my mouth before swallowing every ounce of it. I then stood-up and kissed him on the lips. He pushed me away and sadly said, “I’m sorry.”

I looked him in the eye, grabbed his hand and said, “We’re not done yet.” Before guiding him to the master bedroom.

We stood at the foot of his bed kissing passionately. His right hand was reaching under my shirt pinching my breasts. Between kisses he whispered, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I smiled at him and said, “I know.”

I broke away and slowly lifted off my tank top. Al licked his lips as he got his first look at my tits.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as he stroked his limp dick to bring it back to life.

I threw my shirt on the ground and then turned around with my ass facing him. I stuck it out towards as I slowly slid my tight jean shorts off of me. When they reached my ankles, I kicked it toward him. I then slid my panties off, which I kicked toward him after they hit the floor. As he picked them up and started sniffing them I climbed on the bed. Got on my back and started rubbing my wet pussy. Watching him stroke his cock as his nose made love to my underwear was getting me even wetter. I took my finger out of my pussy and beckoned Al to join me on the bed. I stuck the finger out and watched as he licked my juices off of it. He then leaned over and started kissing me. He started with lips, and then moved down to my neck. He reached his hand down toward my pussy and started finger fucking me as his mouth was giving its full attention to my breasts. He then moved down to my stomach, before his mouth joined his fingers at my pleasure box.

Before exploring my pussy he looked at me and said, “My wife never lets me do this.”

I smiled as he spread my pussy lips and started sucking on my clit as he three of his fingers moved in and out of it.

“It’s been so long since I’ve done this,” he said as his tongue circled my clit.

I started moaning louder. My fingers pinched my nipples as he was bringing me oral pleasure.

He looked up at me and asked, “Does Robert make you feel this good?”

“No,” I lied as I moaned my answer.

He smiled and said, “Good,” before resuming pleasuring me.

Just as he was finding his rhythm the phone rang. He looked over at it trying to decide if he was or wasn’t going to answer it. He looked pained as the debate raged in his head. He sadly looked at me and said, “It’s my wife.”

“So,” I replied as I tried to force his head back between my legs.

“She’ll keep on calling, or worse she’ll come home,” he said in worried tone.

He got off his knees, stood-up, walked toward the phone and answered it. “Hello,” he said facing me while stroking his cock.

“Hi honey,” he said as I got on all fours on the bed and crawled over to him.

“Just going over the bills like you told to,” he said as I took his hand off his cock and put in my mouth.

His eyes rolled back and gulped as he said, “Yes, I’ll go the Kroger and pick-up a chicken”

I gagged on his thick cock as he told his wife, “Yes dear I love you too.”

He then hung-up, looked down at me and moaned, “Don’t stop.”

I caressed his cock with my right hand as it went in and out of my mouth. I took it out revealing a string of drool. I sucked that back into my mouth before resuming sucking his cock.

He was moaning like an animal in heat as my mouth was getting his cock nice and wet.

Eventually I looked up, smiled and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

The look on his face revealed his answer. He smiled, laid on his back and asked me to climb on top.

As I hovered above his throbbing penis, I bent over, continued to stroke it before eventually maneuvering downwards and sitting on it.

The moment his cock made contact with my pussy he moaned, “It’s been so long.” He started fucking me really fast and furious. He bent me toward and started kissing me. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as the speed of his thrusts increased.

I was moaning so loud. I’m pretty sure he was thinking that he was the world’s greatest lover. He then pulled me toward him again, whispered in my ear and said, “I want to fuck you from behind.”

I got on all fours. He kneeled behind me and licked my pussy and ass, causing me to uncontrollably quiver. He then repositioned himself and started fucking me from behind.

“Oh god, just like that,” I moaned as he fucked me hard.

He moved his dick faster. By the speed of his movements I knew he was ready to explode. As his pace picked up so did his breathing.

“I love you Gail,” he moaned as quickly unleashed his load inside me.

“Oh god,” I moaned as his hot juices filled me up.

As his dick went limp he quickly removed it from my cum drenched pussy, and then sat on the bed and started crying.

“What did I do,” he muttered through the tears. “Betty will kill me if she ever finds out. I can’t believe I did this.”

As he sat on the bed crying I actually felt a little guilty for seducing him. How dare he ruin my revenge by making me feel that way. There was only one thing I could do. So I climbed off the bed. Walked over toward him. Leaned in and passionately kissed him. Spread his legs, sat down between them and put my mouth on his limp cock to bring it back from the dead.

Soon the cries of guilt were replaced with cries of pleasure as his penis grew big and hard inside my mouth.

I took it out of my mouth, caressed in my hand and said, “Looks like he still wants to play.”

Al smiled as he stood-up, picked me up and threw me on the bed. He spread my legs and kneeled between them. As his tongue played in my pussy he was stroking his hard cock making sure it would stay that way for the main event.

“Oh God I’m cumming,” I moaned as his tongue fucked my sweet pussy.

“Has Robert ever make you cum like that?” he asked.

I shook my head no.

“I knew he didn’t have it in him,” he said.

Looking like he was proud of his accomplishment, he stood-up, pulled me toward the edge of the bed, inserted his throbbing cock and proceeded to start the main event of round 3.

As he laid on top of me he whispered, “Gail, do you love me?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Do you promise you’ll love me forever?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned.

As he gazed into my eyes he started fucking me faster.

As he said, “I love you so much,” his body started shaking. Then he unleashed another load inside of me.

He plopped down next to me smiling and held me in his arms. He looked at me lovingly and said, “This is the happiest day of my life.”

We started kissing.

All of his talk of how much he loved me was making me feel uncomfortable. I looked at the clock and lied that I had to go back to school.

As I got up he grabbed me by the hand and said, “Are you sure?”

“Yes Al,” I replied.

He played with his cock as he watched me get dressed. “I wish you could stay,” he said.

“Me too,” I said.

As I walked out of the room I looked back and saw Al sniff the sheets as he furiously tried to masturbate. I then walked down the stairs and out the door.

Outside Robert was sitting on the steps of the porch looking like he saw a ghost. I didn’t even have to ask if he saw anything, the look on his face said he did.

“How could you?” he asked as tears ran down his cheeks.

“You fucked Alyssa,” I said defiantly. “Betrayal hurts.”

He couldn’t say a word. His only defense was to turn around and walk away.

I had my revenge, but I didn’t feel good about it.

Two days later Al Cohen left his family. But that’s the next chapter.
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